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Аннотация: The troops of the anti-Soviet coalition launched a decisive counteroffensive. Europe, Japan, and many volunteers from Britain and the USA take part in the battles. The situation is becoming, frankly speaking, very difficult for the Soviet army. But the beautiful girls stubbornly and fiercely fight the coalition.

. ANTI-SOVIET COALITION ATTACKS -3

ANNOTATION

The troops of the anti-Soviet coalition launched a decisive counteroffensive. Europe, Japan, and many volunteers from Britain and the USA take part in the battles. The situation is becoming, frankly speaking, very difficult for the Soviet army. But the beautiful girls stubbornly and fiercely fight the coalition.

. CHAPTER No. 1

The troops of the anti-Soviet coalition launched a decisive counteroffensive.

Virtually all European forces took part in the battles, and even volunteers from Britain, the USA and Latin American countries. So things were very bad for the Red Army, which suffered colossal losses.

And they began to fall into numerous cauldrons, and they were bypassed from the flanks.

Some American vehicles sold to the Third Reich on credit also took part in the battles. One of them carried a crew of English volunteers. The US tank had a 75mm gun with satisfactory ballistics, and it could penetrate almost all Soviet vehicles, even the monster KV.

This tank was ridden by Lady Armstrong, as well as a team of girls. Malanya, Monica, Gertrude.

Girls from Britain tested the strength of the American M-16 car. And now the girls were beating her.

Englishwomen with bare toes smashed a Soviet tank with a precise hit to the forehead. Gertrude took it and fucked it in the BT-8 very cool:

- And this is very accurate!

Amstrong, this girl was very beautiful, and her fighting style was cool.

She made a witty statement and said:

- Death to Stalin's dragons!

And on the other side, these warrior girls also shoot, and they throw grenades barefoot. And they do it aggressively and baring their teeth.

But there are also Komsomol girls who took up and began to sing:

When we joined the Komsomol together,

The girls took a faithful oath...

That the world will be like a radiant dream,

And we will see communism in the distance!

That life will rain down like gold,

And there will be faith in communism...

We will surely defeat the adversaries,

Let's crush the hordes of vile fascism into dust!

But it turned out not to be a scam at all,

The world turned out to be the edge of a dagger...

The right of the fist reigns everywhere,

Who, imagine, doesn"t have enough land!

But our motto is not to yield to enemies,

The Wehrmacht will not bring us to our knees...

Exams are passed with a grade of five,

And our teacher is the brilliant Lenin!

We can make Hitler a khan,

Although the Fuhrer of the underworld is even cooler...

The fighter shouts enthusiastic cheers,

And disperses the darkness and clouds with one gulp!

We are Komsomol members shouting hurray,

Let's raise the whole world on the rack with screams...

The children laugh and rejoice,

To the glory of our mother Russia!

And communism is a very bright flag,

Which is the color of blood and pomegranate...

He is an aggressive fighter, like a magician,

And believe me, Hitler will get his comeuppance!

There will be chaos for achievements,

And the girls run into battle in beauty...

The swarm of fascism has noticeably thinned out,

And our pioneer voice is ringing!

Beauties run barefoot to the front,

Why do girls need shoes, and they don"t need them...

And we'll hit Hitler with our fists,

Friendship will be for the glory of the Fatherland!

Yes, for the sake of our Motherland, holy,

We will do something we never dreamed of...

And we will sweep away the fascists like a scythe,

Let us show mercy only to those who have surrendered!

In Russia, every warrior is from a manger,

The boy was born with a machine gun!

You kill the damned Fuhrer -

We must fight bravely for our Motherland!

We will do everything very well,

Both adults and boys are strong in battle...

Though it's too hard to fight

But believe me, the girl is not stupid!

She can overcome mountains

Throw a grenade with your bare foot...

The she-wolf barks and the bear roars,

There will be fierce retribution for the Nazis!

We defeated the Tatar army,

They fought the Ottomans very famously...

The infidels did not succumb to pressure,

Where there was thunder, it immediately became quiet!

Warriors come from a family

In which the banner of communism rules...

Oh, you are my dear friends,

Destroy the large tanks of fascism!

Everyone can achieve everything

After all, we are forever united with our Motherland...

We row together like one oar,

Fighters for communism are invincible!

Science will resurrect all the dead at once,

And we flutter Jesus in love...

You hit the fascist right in the eye,

Fighting with unbending art!

The girls wittily walked over their counterparts, and it was very beautiful.

And the girls look very dashing barefoot.

But the fighting continues. And now the Germans are surrounding Brest, and fighting is taking place in the fortress.

Hitler, as they say, is fighting. And then their personal meeting with Churchill took place. And in Paris. Like, isn"t it time to show more determination in the fight against the Bolsheviks? And not only with equipment, but also with troops.

And indeed Churchill decided to declare war on the USSR. But in exchange, some northern regions of Russia should go to Britain. Next the conversation touched on the colonies and the fate of France. Like, isn"t it time to conclude a peace treaty?

Moreover, formally the Third Reich did not take anything from the French, Belgians, and Dutch. So what can we say about this?

Maybe you should moderate your demands? The USSR is big and there is enough for all territories.

Hitler showed flexibility. In addition, all restrictions on the rights of Jews were immediately abolished. And this was met with great approval in the West. And especially in Britain. And, of course, we touched on the issue of technology. She was clearly missing. Especially tanks. And then I needed to build up my muscles.

This is what industrialists actually did. In the meantime, the war was going on, in general, rather in favor of the coalition.

The advanced units have already broken through to Baranovichi. And there the pioneer boys fought with them. They came out in red ties and shorts, and rushed into the trenches, flashing their bare, slightly dusty children's heels.

And of course they started singing;

And I am the predatory wolf cub of the sky,

The ruin of bandits is like sand...

And believe me, you don"t need anything better,

How to stab Hitler in the temple!

You also have to be born red,

To exterminate the Nazis...

Believe me, the reward will come to me,

The mother will be proud of her son!

I will destroy the Fuhrer's bedlam,

I'll crush the Nazis into dust...

I believe the Almighty will save my soul,

And crush the horde with the sword!

My great Russia,

You are capable of defeating everyone...

And Jesus is a fighter-messiah,

To the glory of the Fatherland!

I honor with love, know Rod,

Because He is the Most High God...

Traitors are punished strictly,

And the warrior-syllable is formidable!

We are warriors of holy Russia,

Capable of defeating the Krauts...

The fields were all gilded with gold,

We'll pass the exams with A's!

There is no stronger faith among the people,

To our native great communism...

Brings vibrant freedom

And destroys evil fascism!

We will raise the country above the stars,

The capital of the world is Moscow...

For the glory of Mother Russia,

We will fight to the end!

No one can stop the soldier

And we will reach Berlin...

Let's walk, marching, in formation,

Let's tear the fascist flag with a bayonet!

Our planes are cool

The team is powerful and assembled...

Pilots invincible in battle,

And the sniper gets hit in the lens!

Hit Hitler harder

The Tiger will not save the Nazis...

Don't talk nonsense

We'll pass the entire test with flying colors!

Can achieve a lot

We can really win...

Believe me, we have a huge resource,

And you can really kick it in the teeth!

In short, the boy is barefoot,

Hit the Krauts hard.

And the Fuhrer received retribution,

Hitler blew away the battle into pure battle!

But the Germans took Baranovichi. And now their troops are already moving from the south to Slutsk. There is a stronghold of the Red Army there and Zhukov himself was once there. And this must be said to be a serious defensive line.

And in Romania, hundreds of thousands of Soviet soldiers surrendered, finding themselves in a cauldron. And this is truly a serious blow to the Red Army.

Here it is no longer so easy to turn around and retreat.

During the battles, the Romanians and Hungarians showed themselves to be good fighters. Moreover, the Bulgarians fought stubbornly. And the Croats are also at their best. How things went wrong for Stalin with diplomacy. And she turned out to be simply a lone wolf. And Hitler suddenly started talking about democracy. That, they say, he is for freedom, for the equality of all nations and peoples, and brings Soviet Russia liberation from the dictatorship of Stalinism and Bolshevism. And this, of course, was a cunning political move.

Finnish-Swedish troops took Vyborg and cut off Soviet units, also creating a cauldron. A threat arose to Leningrad from the north. And this has already become a serious chess move.

And now British ships blocked Murmansk from the sea. And they fired at the Soviet fleet.

Yes, the battles became even more serious.

Komsomol girls fight stubbornly and furiously, throw grenades with their bare feet and sing at the same time;

Komsomol girls are the salt of the Earth,

We are like the ore and flames of the underworld.

Of course, we have grown to heroic deeds,

And with us is the Holy Sword, the Spirit of the Lord!

We love to fight very bravely,

Girls who fill the universe with space...

Russia's army is invincible,

With your passion, in constant battle!

For the glory of our holy Motherland,

A fighter jet is circling wildly in the sky...

I am a Komsomol member and run barefoot.

Splashing the ice that covered the puddles!

The girls cannot be frightened by the enemy,

They destroy all enemy missiles...

The bloody thief will not show his face to us,

Feats will be glorified in poems!

Fascism attacked my homeland,

He invaded so horribly and insidiously...

I love Jesus and Stalin,

Komsomol members are united with God!

We rush barefoot through the snowdrift,

Dashing, like swift bees...

We are the daughters of both summer and winter,

Life has made the girl hardened!

It's time to shoot, so open fire,

We are accurate and forever beautiful...

And they hit me right in the eye, not in the eyebrow,

From steel, which is called the collective!

Our redoubt cannot defeat fascism,

And the will is stronger than durable titanium...

We can find comfort in the Fatherland,

And even overthrow the tyrant Fuhrer!

Believe me, the Tiger is a very powerful tank.

He shoots far and accurately...

Now is not the time for stupid games,

Because the evil Cain is coming!

We must overcome the cold, the heat,

And jokingly fight with a mad horde...

The encased bear became furious,

The soul of an eagle is not a pathetic clown!

I believe the Komsomol members will win,

And they will raise their country above the stars...

We started our hike from October,

And today the Name of Jesus is with us!

I love my homeland very much,

She shines radiantly on everyone...

The Fatherland will not be stolen for a ruble,

Adults and children laugh happily!

It"s fun for everyone to live in the Soviet world,

Everything about it is easy and simply beautiful...

Let luck not break its thread,

But the Fuhrer put his mouth in vain!

I'm a Komsomol member running barefoot,

Although the frost is curling up your ears...

And trust the enemy, there is no way down in sight,

Who wants to take us and destroy us!

There are no more beautiful words for the Motherland,

The flag is red, as if blood is shining in the rays.

We will not be more submissive than donkeys,

I believe victory will come soon in May!

The barefoot girls will pass through Berlin,

They will leave fingerprints on the asphalt.

We have forgotten comfort for people,

And gloves are not appropriate in war!

And there will be a battle, let this battle break out.

The Fritz will scatter everything into fragments!

The Fatherland is forever a soldier with you,

Doesn't know what AWOL is!

I feel sorry for the dead, this is grief for everyone,

But don't bring the Russians to their knees.

Even though Sam submitted to the Krauts,

But the great guru Lenin is on our side!

I wear a badge and a cross at the same time,

I am in communism and believe in Christianity...

War, believe me people, is not a movie,

The Fatherland is our mother, not the Khanate!

When the Almighty comes in the clouds,

All the dead will rise in a bright face...

People loved the Lord in their dreams,

Because Jesus is the Creator of the capital!

Here we can make everyone happy,

Throughout the vast Russian universe.

When any plebeian is like a peer,

And the main thing in the universe is Creation!

I want to hug the Almighty Christ,

So that you never collapse before your enemies...

Comrade Stalin replaced his father,

And Lenin will also be with us forever!

These are the songs here, not to say that they are particularly funny. Japan threw more and more reinforcements into battle in the Far East. Infantry and light tanks advanced in large numbers. Hirohito ordered to take Vladivostok as quickly as possible. And the Japanese kept creeping in. In battles, their light tank Chikha turned out to be quite good and passable. And he was also distinguished by maneuverability and mobility.

Yamamoto, the Japanese admiral, blocked the USSR from the Pacific Ocean, and very firmly. And there"s not much help here.

In the air, samurai are strong. Their aviation is large in number, and their fighters, especially the Zeros, are very mobile and maneuverable. And you can"t really go against them. This is the impact of real, combat aviation.

And the Japanese have good aces.

The Soviets, however, are also fighters. For example, pilot Anastasia Vedmakova. A very fighting beauty. She fights barefoot all the time, and in only a bikini, which gives her certain trump cards. This is really the girl we need. And if he takes it and during the battle he sings at the top of his lungs;

I was born in times like these

Everyone has a computer with internet...

The country is blooming and developing,

And it seems there are no problems with the girl!

But the twentieth century is a very turbulent century,

The volcano boils and erupts...

And every person is evil,

And kind, representing someone's country!

And the girl needs to get there,

At a time like this, without blinking an eye...

When an evil thief succeeds,

And I want to solve problems at once!

Probably the girl was unlucky for me,

I found myself barefoot at the front...

The boat broke off, know the oar,

And believe me, life didn"t seem like honey!

And the trials flowed at once,

Bloody, cruel, any...

And it seems there are only zeros -

But let us glorify the Lord's Name in faith!

We will be able to protect the Fatherland,

Although the enemy is full of absurd deceit...

This hunter turns us into game,

To the table of fascism - the evil state!

Rise up for the Motherland, warrior

Fight for your sacred Rus'!

Soar bravely like a falcon,

And instead of darkness there will come the light of the kingdom!

We will make the Fatherland stronger

All knights are such giants...

And the furious villain will go to hell,

And we are forever united with our Motherland!

Believe me, it"s not easy for a girl,

Barefoot rushes through the fierce snowdrifts...

The whole world is a solid sieve,

And the executioner reigns - the dashing Malyuta!

But believe me, I didn"t give up,

And she shot the Fritz with a rifle...

The barefoot scum was trampled underfoot,

And the girl"s voice is very ringing!

She laughs like a cherub

And destroys the Krauts like they are toys...

Know the people of Russia are invincible,

We have both tanks and steel guns!

The brave girl leads the fire,

And he furiously kills fascists...

Here our army gallops like a horse,

There are no stronger reds!

And the girl joined the Komsomol,

And she became the younger brother of the communists...

Let's send the devil Hitler to the scrapyard,

Let's put a cross on the coffin of all fascists!

We will give our hearts for the Motherland,

And let"s put our soul directly into it...

We have a lot of strength,

And as if I won"t violate the Komsomol rules!

A girl will enter Berlin barefoot,

And the rosary will leave a mark on the Reichstag...

The Fuhrer will get punched in the face,

But we don"t know the reward on paper!

And we will have a holiday of valor,

Which even poets cannot describe...

The work is simply top class,

All heroic deeds are sung!

CHILDREN'S SPECIAL FORCES AGAINST ALIENS AND CORTES

ANNOTATION

Young warriors led by Eduard Sturgeon fight against an army of aliens, primarily the Cycles. However, then the brave boy has to become an Indian, and together with the goddesses fight against the army of Cortez, who wants to conquer the Mayan power!

. CHAPTER No. 1

The young fighters of the children's special forces unit fought bravely. However, behind a one-and-a-half force field, they practically had no chance of dying. But the attacking bikes suffered colossal damage and actually ran out of steam. So here you could still argue who the real hero is.

But we must pay tribute, the boys and girls in combat suits shot accurately. It was felt that playing on computers was not in vain, and they were simply wonderful fighters.

Adala, who was firing at Edik"s right hand, took and threw the boot off her child"s foot. And with the dexterity of a monkey, she threw several poppy seeds at the advancing enemy.

The boy commander nodded:

- This is a good, let"s say, present for annihilation! But it is better to use it during an assault on a castle.

Adala logically noted:

-You have an inexhaustible supply of surprises. So not all cards are up for grabs. And holding on to the trump card is also a bad idea!

And tiny poppy seeds of annihilation struck the Cycles, tearing the large warriors into small, torn pieces. This is where destruction began.

The girl squeaked, stamping her childish foot:

Victory over cycles awaits, I believe

We will have new songs...

I will not give myself into slavery to the beast,

I will show you the highest class in battle!

The boy who was fighting on the left noted with a smile:

- Why didn"t you throw it with your hand, but with your foot?

Adala laughed and replied:

- And it"s more fun this way!

Edik nodded:

- Yes, any fool can throw with his hand, but try with his foot!

The children exclaimed in unison:

- Glory to the warriors of light,

Glory to my bright Motherland...

Our deeds will be sung,

Winning is the main goal!

The Cycles, indeed, having suffered colossal damage, began to retreat. But the walls rose again. And new cars moved. They looked like flattened pyramids on tracks, and were large in size with trunks.

When the children's special forces troops fired at them with ray guns, they practically did no harm. The beams bounced off the steely armor.

One of the girls exclaimed:

- Here's another joker for the enemy! And or even a whole avalanche of jokers!

The warrior boy exclaimed:

- It"s better to die standing than to live on your knees! I was already in captivity and they shocked me with electric shocks, sending shocks through my entire body from my tongue to my heels. And it's so sick that death is better!

The girl nodded:

- Yes, they tortured me too! Moreover, in a sophisticated way, variable gravity and pulsating weightlessness. And it hurts so much, and it leaves no traces except nightmares!

Well, I think our immortal and great commander will come up with something!

Edik nodded his white head in agreement and commanded:

- Now guys, tickle your noses and sneeze!

Adala, this experienced warrior girl, asked in surprise:

- Why else is this?

The boy commander answered confidently:

- You will see what the effect will be!

The child warriors did not argue. So they took and tickled their cute children's noses with the tips of tiny daggers. And how they will take it and sneeze.

The atmosphere shook at once. And debris with many sharp ends rained down from above. They fell on the pyramid tanks. And they poked them like a hedgehog with needles. And the huge monsters stopped.

Edik nodded and noted:

- Now let"s take it and sing!

And the soldiers from the children's special forces took it and sang with pleasure;

My princess, you are a flower

Sparkling in the garden of God!

Your look is like a fresh breeze

Dispel the flames of the underworld!

A girl's love is sacred

Hero's sword, clutching with honor!

I will shed blood in a stormy stream

I will be an angel with you forever!

I was ignited by a secret dream

Your image, sweet aroma!

You were sculpted by the creator of the universe

All servants of evil will not defile!

Possible only in heaven

Fate will unite lovers!

But God won't let us crumble to dust

It will unite the union of hearts hardened by separation!

After such wonderful and sublime words, a miracle happened. An entire armada of pyramidal tanks bloomed like a cascade of flower beds. And the lush flowers turned out to be simply magnificent. And they began to grow with frantic and incredible, stormy force. And it turned out so beautifully.

Adala kissed the boy commander on the cheek and noted:

- You are simply a unique beauty!

Edik nodded with a smile:

- Technomagic!

The warrior boy exclaimed:

- Well, now attack! Let's crush our enemies with one blow!

The boy commander objected:

- No! It is too early. First, you should watch my earlier adventures. There we had to act without advanced nanotechnologies, and this, it should be noted, is very difficult!

Adala noted with a smile:

- Of course, I understand that without technology it is more difficult. But a boy like you, I think, will solve any problem.

Edik sang with a smile that sparkled like selected sea pearls in his silver voice:

Although we cannot solve all our problems,

Not solving all problems!

But everyone will be happier

Everyone will have more fun!

After which, the boy turned on the hologram. The children's special forces fell silent.

The sapphire and emerald eyes of the boys and girls devoured the spectacle.

Well, the boy who was in different parts of the universe and showed more than one, when he was not yet so mature. And this was the era of the Middle Ages in the New World, some kind of alternative history, as it were, of planet Earth.

In this case, it was shown that Edik became an Indian boy, tracking down a detachment of pale-faces in ambush. He is in shorts, barefoot, since moccasins only get in the way, but painted with colorful drawings from head to toe. Even a child's face in terrifying tattoos with dragons and angels with swords.

Although such drawings seem to be not typical for Indians. But throughout thousands of adventures and travels, fate has not taken Edik anywhere. All eras, planets and times have become entangled, mixed up and merged into something like a dense ball.

Next to him lies a muscular girl with wide hips, her bare, round, seductive heels almost under her nose. For some reason, the warrior, although she should be Indian, is blonde. She wears almost no clothes, only panties from a bikini set, a string of pearls on her full chest.

When she turned around, Edward saw a pretty face with a courageous chin and large, but well-shaped breasts. The warrior's arms are muscular, her skin is chocolate, which in combination with white hair with a slight touch of yellow, or rather, golden pollen, looks damn attractive.

The blonde warrior, however, whispers in alarm:

- The pale-faced ones are coming here, oh boy-leader Fountain!

Something poked the young warrior in the muscular side... Edward jerked and saw an elegant, barefoot, girlish leg. Also muscular and strong. And then the lady herself with burning fiery red hair. Such a beauty turned out here. A honey blonde and a redhead, both semi-naked, muscular and athletic. Not warriors, but deities with bows.

Edward carefully stroked first one and then the other girl"s legs. They purred contentedly, like cats being petted. Well, that"s right, a normal woman shouldn"t shy away from male caresses. Otherwise, there has been a proliferation of all sorts of touchy-feely people who are ready to sue for the slightest stroking or flirting. But it is quite natural for a man to want to stroke and caress a beautiful girl, or even two girls at once.

True, he is a child in body, but he is already quite old, both in years and in memory he is quite an adult, so...

True, Edward, who was very muscular but athletic, loved strong women capable of giving birth to strong offspring.

But then the fiery beauty gave Edward a sign with her lips - freeze! The enemy will appear soon!

Indeed, a detachment appeared at the edge of the forest... Wow, the special forces colonel did not expect this. No, these were not trolls at all, or gnomes - quite normal people, but... In medieval armor, with bulky muskets like cannibal clubs, and with long swords. This whole army gave the impression of something extremely unreal and surreal. And very archaic. At the same time, it was distinguished by its large number, although not excessive. More and more knights rode out on horses and in heavy armor. By the way, pale-faced, a strong exaggeration - their faces are tanned, dark, and their beards are black.

The red-haired warrior-devil herself answered the question that was ready to fall from Edward"s tongue:

- This is the Spanish detachment of Cortez. Don't be afraid, there are only four hundred of them, and they have not yet had time to be replenished with local Indians.

The warrior boy whistled and whispered back:

- Lovely... How many of us are there?

This time the honey blonde answered:

- There will be five with you! - And catching Edik"s confused look, she added. - The most correct number, pentagram!

The young warrior shivered slightly. The balance of forces, in terms of numbers, is clearly not in their favor. And most importantly, they have no blasters, no force fields, or even antimatter grenades. And this is scary. For example, with one hyperblaster you can cut down an entire squad; in one minute the energy of ten atomic bombs dropped on Hiroshima can be released.

The red-haired devil found it necessary to remind Edward:

- You have a bow, oh leader... You will open fire at my command!

The blonde noted:

- The boy is barefoot, and has an overly modest outfit, this is not order for a great leader, even if he doesn"t have an army with him now. - The girl clicked her bare toes. And something changed, and Edward felt that something was no longer the same.

The warrior boy again now drew attention to himself. He is, in fact, naked to the waist, but in buffalo pants and jeweled moccasins. On the head is a wreath from which three feathers protrude. No, not falcons, but some kind of unchanging bird on earth.

The body itself has become much more prominent and massive in muscles, although Edward has always been distinguished by excellent muscle development, however, in recent years it has become too dry so that the ribs are visible from a lack of nutrition and constant movement. But in this case, he looked like a professional fitness champion - perfect relief and not a single speck of fat, and his skin was filled with a red-brown tan.

On his chest was a tattoo with a jaguar - the symbol of Huron. The rest of the tattoos were shared somewhere, as if by magic. The warriors had perfect, smooth and polished skin, chocolate with a golden hue, and their skin glistened in the twilight of a warm Mexican evening.

Their feet remained bare, but this only increased their combat effectiveness.

They drew their bows. Two more girls, and Edward was somehow sure that there were beautiful girls there, disguised themselves so carefully that they were not visible. But those two have bows as luxurious as those of princesses, and the plumage of their arrows is thickly strewn with diamonds, topazes, rubies and emeralds.

And Eduard"s own bow is also not inferior in luxury, but it contains more sapphires and dark-colored precious stones. And the beautiful girls have brighter colors.

A detachment of Spanish conquistadors was already completely positioned in front of them. Four hundred Castilian caballeros. It looks like the sea is not far from here, although the characteristic smells are inaudible, the wind blows just from the coast. But the aroma of girls" bodies is so seductive, completely inhuman, like a mixture of honey, flowers, a little nutmeg and spices.

The warriors themselves are very cool, and one took and caught an insect with her bare toes and crushed it into a cake.

Their opponents-fighters, at that time, the powerful Spanish Empire, had not yet gathered dust on the campaign and looked quite impressive.

In front of everyone is a powerful, broad-shouldered, tall horseman with a long, red beard. This is probably Count Cortes, who in the future will receive the title of Duke and seize simply fabulous wealth for himself.

He seemed to be red-haired and very healthy. The armor alone weighs a hundredweight, and under it is not a simple horse, but a pinto draft horse.

The boy colonel took aim at the Spanish grandee and prepared to shoot.

Having already seen a lot, Edik was a good archer, although he had not practiced this type of weapon for a long time; the ones in use were more modern and advanced, so there was no particular confidence that he would hit.

The fiery red-haired beauty took command. She shot first, and the arrow flew along a tangential trajectory. The golden-haired one fired somewhere to the side, and from the opposite thickets they flew out like comets, striking beams of annihilation energy.

Eduard, who did not have time to shoot, had the pupils of his eyes rounded into triangles. He had never seen anything like this before. The fiery red-haired girl's arrow burst and spread out into black waves. The Spanish knights, caught in this tide, were immediately charred and crumbled into dust along with their horses. All that remained were skeletons frozen in the air.

The gift, issued by a girl with hair the color of gold leaf, had a no less destructive effect. Only it was expressed a little differently. A white wave passed, and another hundred warriors suddenly began to bloom. Moreover, in the most literal sense. Namely, juicy and bright buds covered the conquistadors of the Castilian Empire from head to toe. And then, rapid shoots began to appear, and a wonderfully beautiful alley began to bloom. And potential bandits and stranglers turned, each of them into a bush of fabulous flowers with the richest colors...

Other gifts also worked well... The third arrow scattered with scarlet lightning, and the Spaniards blazed, like a torchlight, pagan procession, and then turned into a hundred bonfires... And the flame of each bonfire had its own color and hue, and the sparks scattered, trying to hit higher black sky.

Well, the fourth present turned out to be even more wonderful. The arrow sent wrenches and bolts sparkling like rock crystal! And they fell on the tail of Cortez"s detachment. The horses turned into caterpillars, and the riders into excavators, and a hundred cars of strange designs stopped, stuck on a wide road between the hills.

Now four hundred strong and brave warriors of the Spanish Empire ceased to exist.

Edik shouted in admiration:

- Technomagic! What a miracle!

There was only one Cortez left, he stood still like a motionless block on his huge horse, like a German aurochs, and tried quite successfully to maintain his composure.

Edward shot at him, but two bare, chiseled heels flashed by, and the girls, golden-haired and red-haired, deftly caught the arrow with their toes, after which they exclaimed in unison:

- No! You must find out whose blood is nobler on your swords!

Well, as for swords, so for swords. Edward had the skill to fight with a stick, a sapper's shovel, and a bayonet-knife. If only I could find the sword itself...

The boy looked questioningly at the warriors, as if expecting them to give him a magical treasure sword - one swing, and a hundred heads off his shoulders!

But the red-haired devil pointed to the most ordinary Spanish blade thrown away by the blast wave of technomagic, whispering in an ominous tone:

- Now you are on equal terms!

Then the wind changed direction, bringing the coolness desired on a sultry tropical evening. There was a whiff of fresh air from the sea, the smell of iodine, shrimp, and algae, sweet as nut caramels.

Edward slowly moved towards the captured weapon, he felt like a real redskin. And Cortez, why did he even get into Mexico? Wants to destroy the ancient May culture? Fill your pockets with gold, which is considered a sacred metal by the local Indians. To crush the old cults and establish even more cruel rule of the inquisitors and Jesuits...

Here Edward suddenly caught himself thinking that his feelings were too real for a battle in another era. On his bare, muscular torso he feels a breath of air carrying a pleasant, sea coolness, and a piece of warm resin dripping onto his strong shoulder.

No, this doesn't feel like a dream. In a dream, you usually either are not aware, or your awareness lasts for a very short time. And here is something else... Even moccasins cause a certain inconvenience, and you yourself are not at all a boy who looks about twelve years old, but a young man no younger than twenty years old in flesh. This is how his imagination ran wild when he looked at the girl"s charms.

That is, the body is not his, although, in general, Edik was very far from maturity until recently. And he was a warrior not only in the twenty-first century, but in cooler and cosmic eras, with glory for an entire army. But now, really, it"s either him, or, on the contrary, it"s not him... The flesh is foreign, although healthy, and he has a lot of energy. Not like in the last couple of years, when Edward felt a certain cooling in himself towards wars and battles, and the continuous struggle for survival, a decrease in enthusiasm, viscous laziness in training and a reluctance to get up in the morning and do exercises. Yes, and the dream has become somehow viscous, when you don"t feel the same energy and desire to jump up, but want to sleep, and you think - you already have experience in various battles, isn"t it time to retire.

To play games to your heart's content, without risk, without pain and with only pleasure. And really, what does an eternal boy need? Settle down in some technologically advanced and relatively safe world, and live for yourself, enjoying entertainment and joyful idleness.

But Eduard has a somewhat uncertain situation with his pension. Formally, he, as an elven citizen who fought for more than an era in Mechnya and worked out two hundred and fifty cycles, seems to be supposed to receive a pension there. But now he serves in the Solar Army of an unrecognized state. So his legal status...

Edward was too distracted, and Cortez had time to come to his senses. The formidable Spanish grandee pointed his heavy musket at the one who seemed to be an Indian. There was no such thing as a flint-percussion mechanism yet, and Cortez tried to ignite gunpowder using a rubbing mechanism. Well, no, this is a very primitive weapon, clearly inferior to a regular bow and arrow. The only advantage of such a musket is that it will certainly pierce any armor with its lead, the size of a chicken egg. However, it is extremely difficult to hit the agile and nimble Indian in this way.

Therefore, Edward did not become nervous, but calmly moved towards the sword. All the same, you can only shoot when you light the fuse, and this will take time.

Cortez shouted something in Spanish. Edward did not know this language. But he spoke German and English, as well as a little French. The boy warrior was not a great expert on Cortez, and in general on all these colonial wars. Knew what was in school textbooks. Well, and one more thing from the famous book: "Moctezuma"s Daughter." But, of course, the information there was fragmentary and mixed with fiction.

In theory, Cortez should know French, since the Spaniards often fought with the country of the lily.

And Edward, in French, which he did not speak very fluently, said:

- Do you have any questions for me, monsignor?

Cortez, out of confusion, poked the lit fuse into the musket, and this small cannon banged... What a roar, even from one shot. Maybe it was this sound, like a rumble, that made the Indians fall when the bullets themselves flew past!

In this case, a piece of round lead whistled over a distance of more than a hundred meters, and was not at all dangerous for Edward. The warrior boy, without increasing his pace, walked up to the sword and easily picked up the weapon, although it weighed about a dozen kilograms. Of course, even knights hardened by training will not be able to fight with such swords for too long. A saber, of course, is much more practical.

Cortes finally said in French:

- Who are you?

Edward answered in the style of Mephistopheles:

- I am part of that power that, always desiring evil, creates good!

Although his French is not very good, a Spaniard, of course, will understand. It"s still good that in the military lyceum of one of the alternative realities, they were taught the languages of the supposed enemy. First of all, English and German, but also Chinese. The last language is the hardest to learn, and almost no one knew it. Spain was not considered a serious opponent, although the prevalence of this language around the world is greater than German. But it was apparently believed that war with the Germans could not be avoided.

Cortez smiled in response, and in French, albeit not very clearly, suggested:

- Do you want to fight with swords?

Edward answered succinctly:

- Like a knight!

Cortez smiled even wider. He was considered one of the strongest swordsmen in Spain. Who is an Indian? Just a savage who dared to challenge the Castilian Empire. So he will lose his empty head with a set of feathers.

Edward seemed to have a different opinion and approached his opponent.

Count Cortes jumped off his horse quite easily, for a man of his build and in massive armor.

He was head and shoulders taller than his opponent, even if thanks to magic and had matured for a short time, and was at least twice as heavy. But Edward was also distinguished, especially in his new body, by his agility and muscularity. And let the arrogant count try to take him unceremoniously.

A sword, of course, is heavier than a stick, it"s like swinging a crowbar. But the enemy"s weapons are even heavier. And no matter how strong Cortes is, the maneuverability of a large body will still be lower.

Edward was approaching, the enemy stood still, trying to maintain balance and waiting.

The warriors of proud Spain lost their bodies after each warrior fired an arrow, but Cortes himself seemed not at all embarrassed by this. On the contrary, the Spaniard looked especially collected and pompous.

Edward suddenly accelerated and made an attacking attack. The Count parried him with a barely noticeable movement of his sword. The Indian boy grinned - the enemy turned out to be better than he thought.

Cortez, in turn, performed a fork move, but also did not achieve his goal. Edward answered.

Both opponents began to fence, but in a peculiar manner. Edward, lighter and more agile, circled near the enemy, and the massive Cortes stood motionless, only occasionally taking half a step forward, trying to reach the enemy.

Both warriors were silent for the first ten minutes and acted quite cautiously. Edward hit the armor several times, but the captured sword could not penetrate the skillfully made armor. And when Cortez caught the young warrior with a sharp swing, blood began to appear on the naked torso of the Indian warrior.

After which, the Spaniard changed tactics, the sight of someone else's blood made him lose his composure, and sharply walked forward. Edward still surpassed the enemy in maneuverability. Like a leopard, he retreated and backed away, the boy"s special forces training was taking its toll.

You can knock out Cortez only by hitting him right in the face; the armor covered both his arms and legs, but thereby forcing the enemy to move more slowly.

Here Edward regained confidence; no matter how strong and resilient the count was, he would still get tired. Even world champions among professional boxers get tired and do not always keep up the pace in twelve rounds. But they fight in only sports shorts. So this monster will fizzle out.

Indeed, Cortez began to breathe heavily and sweat profusely, and his pace of movement decreased.

Even on his thick cheeks an unhealthy blush appeared.

Edward became more active again and went on the offensive. At the same time, the young terminator no longer used what he was taught in special forces, but techniques emphasized from adventure literature. In particular, strikes under the base of the sword handle in order to maximally tire the enemy and, especially, his hand.

Cortez began to back away a little, and then Edward regained the power of speech:

- What, monseigneur, is it hot?

The Count responded with a sharp attack that almost pierced Eduard's eye, but he also got hit on his fingers with a sword. The young warrior struck without swinging too far, the buffalo leather of his gloves only got torn, but the commando broke a couple of Cortez"s phalanges. Holding the sword in his right hand became painful, and the leader of the Spaniards transferred the weapon to his left hand.

But, of course, chopping with the left is much harder than with the right, even if you are already trained.

Edward gained some confidence. He attacked the enemy in the head and, at the same time, struck his shin under the knee.

The armor plate was a little higher, but still, the buffalo skin softened the blow. But Cortes staggered, and his sword deflected slightly, and Edward, using a fan technique, when a combination of blows is carried out, harshly scratched the Spanish count on the cheek.

The blow landed just below the eyebrows, but blood still flowed, and it became difficult for the enemy to speak, and the pain itself distracted from the fight.

Cortes was now, indeed, furious, but his rage was tired and somehow powerless. Several times the count missed, and finally Edward, deftly diving like a fish, hit the enemy in the face with his blade.

The right eyebrow burst, like a ball filled with blood, and Cortez truly floated. Edward, seeing his condition, slashed at his wrist. The buffalo skin was slightly cracked, but the enemy still held the sword in his left hand.

Four warrior girls stamped their bare, chiseled feet and shouted at the top of their lungs:

- Well done, our boy! You came out very fast!

Then the young warrior repeated the blow to his fingers. In principle, he could have attacked the head, but he wanted to take Cortes prisoner alive.

The heavy sword of the leader of the Spaniards flopped into the mud, and the thug retreated again, and answered wearily in French:

- Well, it looks like I lost to you, savage!

Edward logically objected:

- Savages don"t speak French. And anyway, you came to someone else"s land to enslave and kill!

The Spanish leader roared:

- We brought you faith that saves you from eternal, hellish torment!

Edward replied with a grin:

- You have already become a torment for everyone, even if not eternal!

Both warriors stood opposite each other. Both were covered in blood, although Cortez, of course, was more heavily stained and more wounded. A disarmed Spanish grandee against an Indian with a not too sharp, but quite deadly sword.

Cortez saw in only one eye, but, despite his cut cheek, he spoke quite clearly. Edward did not know what to do with the Spanish count. It would be necessary to take him prisoner, but in this case, it is not clear where to take him.

Although, in fact, it should have been given to the warriors of the Mayan Empire. By the way, what is their capital called? It slipped my mind! And where are the Mexican Indian troops now? Their so-called empire is already in decline; neither the coast guard nor the regular army is visible. So four hundred Spaniards armed with cumbersome muskets turned out to be a huge force for them.

Edward read a book about Cortez's war a long time ago, so he could not remember exactly who the Indians had as king at that time and what, at least approximately, size of their army was. But in theory, a power larger than Spain itself (without foreign possessions!) should not be small in population either.

Cortez broke the silence and said not too clearly:

- Once you win, kill him!

Edward grinned in response and asked insinuatingly:

- Or maybe you"ll offer a big ransom for yourself!

The Spanish count answered honestly:

- I have nothing but debts that remain from my fortune, I spent everything on the expedition and my hired detachment!

Edward answered for Cortez himself:

- And the king simply executes the loser... - And then an interesting thought occurred to the young warrior. - What if you enter the service of the local king? It looks like you have no other choice!

Cortez thought about it. A fortune has been spent, the debts are large, and the interest on them is rising. In Spain, he will face a debtor's prison and, probably, torture. Of course, they will ask for the lost squad, but they will not have mercy. Go to the service of the local king? Few Spaniards serve as mercenaries, and in his now destroyed detachment, not all are natives of the Castilian empire.

In any case, there are no moral restrictions. Perhaps a local king, most likely from a pagan family. But Cortez himself did not really understand the Christian faith, and God, hanging like a defenseless man on the cross, raised a lot of questions. Indeed, would the Almighty allow himself to be crucified? And why did God, who burned Sodom and Gomorrah and drowned almost all of humanity in a flood, suddenly awaken such strange inclinations?

In any case, Cortes was more an agnostic than a Catholic. Moreover, during the battle he was not too injured - his broken fingers will heal quickly and his eyebrow too. Fortunately, the hand remained intact, although it was bruised.

The Count grinned and asked politely:

- If I go into your service, what salary will you give me?

Edward answered ambiguously:

- And this one will be decided by my king!

The red-haired warrior appeared like a fungus jumping out from under a hummock and cooed:

- This is not the act of a boy, but of a husband! Come on, follow me!

And the beauty waved her bare leg. The Spanish leader disappeared with her. Just like in the movies - suddenly and resignedly!

And then a girl with golden hair appeared. She looked languidly at Edward and quietly asked:

- Were you offered to commit an act of treason?

The young warrior nodded obediently and was surprised:

- Yes... But how do you know this!

The warrior said in a simpler tone:

- What you see now is not a dream! This is a parallel reality, over which the gods we serve have considerable power...

The muscular girl with golden hair fell silent, and another one with a shock of green hair and glowing ruby eyes appeared. She said slowly:

- People are different. The gods too... And usually, they clearly do not interfere... except in cases where intervention is necessary. And then, in this case, they prefer people!

Another girl with hair whiter than pearls appeared, and she answered with a breath:

- And you were lucky enough to have such a horoscope that the council of the Gods chose you for the most important mission!

Edward bowed to the girls from the waist and timidly answered:

- Well, I don"t really know... Is he worthy?

The red-haired ranger girl, with hair glowing brighter than the Olympic torch, appeared again and answered harshly:

- Of course not! And the probability that you will cope with the task is no more than one chance in a trillion!

Edward choked and stammered:

- But then?

The red-haired devil answered harshly:

- And you have no choice! You didn"t choose me, but I chose you!

The girl with golden hair explained in a very soft tone:

- We will transfer you to one of the innumerable parallel universes, in which you will have to do something that is almost impossible to do with your knowledge and skills!

A girl with emerald hair remarked:

- Well, why is it impossible! In various science fiction works, people who come across, using the knowledge of the future, do various, sometimes seemingly completely incredible things. Moreover, these are people much worse than a young warrior, an eternal boy, a special forces soldier, and even one who has a PhD in Technical Sciences, which you brilliantly defended, showing that your brains are not at all childish!

The warrior with snow-white hair confirmed:

- Yes, this shot is not only chosen according to the horoscope, but is also quite valuable in itself! This increases your chances!

The golden-haired ranger girl sighed heavily and remarked:

- Time is short! We cannot abandon it earlier than the first of June, which means our chances of even warning Stalin are falling to zero!

Edward blinked his black eyelashes energetically and muttered:

- I don"t quite understand something, what is going on?

The four sorceress girls looked at each other, and then the reddest one suggested:

- Let's show him. Words are just the chime of icicles in the Sahara Desert!

Here, at the most interesting place, a gong sounded, which announced:

It's time to interrupt such an entertaining broadcast.

GULLIVER BECAME A COOKBOY

ANNOTATION

This time, the legendary traveler Gulliver found himself as a young slave, turning into a boy who stomps his bare feet on sharp stones. And then he became a cabin boy on a pirate ship.

. CHAPTER No. 1.

The transition was quite long. The road is rocky and the stones are hot in a tropical climate. And the sun was just beginning to set.

The boy Gulliver walked with the mistress girl. She spanked with her bare feet much more confidently than her counterpart, who had become so young and looked about twelve years old.

The boy Gulliver muttered:

- I'm tired and thirsty!

The girl answered with a laugh:

- You are a slave! But slaves cannot ask their masters for anything!

The boy sighed. Not long ago he was an adult and a captain, but now he turned out to be just a barefoot cat who is being pushed as he pleases!

But then came a halt. The convoy decided to rest and have a snack. The captive boys, who had been adults just a few hours ago, stopped.

And they were allowed to drink a little water and eat a flatbread with cheese and garlic.

Local food seemed delicious to Gulliver. In addition, he appreciated that he now has young, healthy, absolutely intact teeth. After which he cheered up.

Only the bare soles of my feet were very much knocked down and scratched by the pebbles.

Then they hit the road again.

The days were kind of long here, or did it just seem so?

The girl asked Gulliver:

- You believe in your God, but you could, for example, go to the stake for your faith!

The young traveler replied:

- I am against extremes and fanaticism!

The girl agreed:

- This is right! But among you there were those who went to their death!

Gulliver answered with a smile:

- They were different! Some went to a painful death, and some betrayed! And not only at gunpoint, but for the sake of self-interest!

The girl smiled. Her bare feet splashed on the coarse gravel, and it was clear she even liked it.

She sang:

The love of Christ is beautiful and pure,

She is pure, bright beauty...

At the same time, there is a lot of evil in our world,

Probably Satan is still strong!

Boy Gulliver was surprised:

- Where does this psalm come from?

The girl answered with a smile:

- I composed it myself! What's not bad?

Gulliver answered with a smile:

- Honestly, not bad! But do you believe in Christ?

The young Viscountess logically remarked:

- In what sense?

The boy captain muttered:

- Well, what is he God!?

The girl shrugged and answered:

- That he is Almighty God and the creator of the universe, no. But the fact that he may have had some kind of magical abilities is quite possible!

Gulliver clarified:

- Why don"t you believe in His Divine nature?!

The girl answered confidently:

- Because you stupidly agreed to the Almighty to go to the cross! It"s very stupid to not be able to protect yourself if you have the strength!

The boy captain replied:

- He did this to take all our sins upon himself!

The young Viscountess giggled and replied:

- It"s hard to believe that the Almighty God had no other way to save humanity than to go to the cross Himself. But what about the infinite wisdom of the creator?!

Gulliver shrugged his shoulders and replied:

- Well... There are secrets that even angels want to penetrate! And in general, it may indeed be impossible to do otherwise!

The girl nodded:

"I"ll order you to hit your bare heels with sticks, and then it will be possible!"

There was a painful silence. Gulliver didn't know what to add. In fact, theologians have been arguing for centuries. And it"s really a paradox: people adding another, very serious crime to themselves got a chance for salvation. We can argue here for a long time. And whether the Son brought a ransom with his sacrifice. Only to whom? It"s strange for the Father, would the Father take such a ransom as the death of the Son. But it also sounds like blasphemy to Satan.

And it gets so bad and so bad.

Gulliver sang with a sigh:

How many people, so many opinions,

The secret of the sacred heavens,

I want to figure it out for everyone...

In search of truth there are darkness of branches,

The demon is raging in rage,

He wants to impose a plan,

This is a dream to receive the light of love of generations,

Only the Almighty Lord can give the answer!

The young viscountess nodded:

- I see you well, eat!

Gulliver noted:

- Yes, it"s even nice to walk half naked, under the hot sun, with such a beautiful girl like you!

And again the boy groaned as he stepped on a sharp pebble. And he looked unhappy.

The Viscountess remarked:

- Of course, faith must be based on reasonable arguments! For example, Jesus claims to be the Most High God. However, he teaches: if they hit you on your right cheek, turn your left! But in the Old Testament, on the contrary, he gives commands to exterminate women and children, and even domestic animals!

Gulliver replied:

-You seem to know the Bible well!

The Viscountess nodded:

- Yes, I read it. And there is a lot of cruelty and absurdity! Like the command to marry harlots, or the order to kill innocents. And Elisha set the bears on the children who were just teasing him for his baldness!

Boy Gulliver remarked:

- And people sometimes do this, committing cruelty!

The girl confirmed:

- Yes they do! But it doesn"t do them any credit!

The boy captain noted:

- Unfortunately, sometimes it happens that you have to use cruelty. Well, if there is no other way of education! And anyway, what bothers you?

The Viscountess noted:

- On the one hand, the extreme cruelty of the Old Testament, and at the same time the gentleness of Jesus Christ, who prayed even while crucified, for his executioners!

Gulliver spread his hands and answered:

- I don't know! It"s still difficult to say why and what... We need to collect our thoughts. But anyway. The question here is, but life does not end with the Earth. And maybe, by killing the child with the help of the she-bear, Elisha saved him from eternal suffering in fiery Gehenna, immediately transferring him to heaven?

The Viscountess giggled and noted:

- So any murderer can say - I didn"t let him sin! And transported to heaven!

The boy Gulliver wanted to object, but somehow the thoughts did not come to mind. And what is there to talk about? Here you need to be an experienced Theologian. And not all theologians and theologians are able to give a satisfactory answer to all questions. For example, why does evil exist with an Almighty and loving God? Does God want evil to exist or cannot end it?

And here it is very difficult to answer specifically. Either it turns out this way or another way. But there is a paradox that any answer will not suit everyone.

The boy captain said with a sad smile:

- For example, you live for a thousand years without aging. So be happy about it. Because God has given you grace and eternal youth. But he didn"t give it to ordinary people. And that"s what he does!

The Viscountess nodded:

- Amen! This is cool!

Gulliver sang:

God is the greatest with bottomless mercy,

You created the Earth, the height of the heavens...

For the sake of people, Your only begotten Son,

He ascended the cross, and then rose again!

The girl nodded and chirped:

At the heavenly roll call,

All my friends will gather,

At the heavenly roll call,

There by the grace of the Lord,

I will!

Gulliver winked at her and sang back:

My God, it's You, it's You,

I meet You everywhere...

When I pick flowers in passing,

And I worship You with love!

Jehovah is the crown of beauty,

In the light of day and the midnight glow...

These are my thoughts and dreams -

This is the bright desire of youth!

The girl nodded with a radiant smile:

- Yes, your song is good, however, I want you to sing more!

Gulliver sang with a smile:

How beautiful is everything that is Yours,

I hear Your voice everywhere...

In the heart of God the right hand sings,

And whispers into the soul like a ripening colossus!

These are mountains covered with moss,

These are waves with raging foam...

This is a beach with hot sand,

This is the sun with a boundless universe!

Here the girl angrily stamped her bare foot and interrupted Gulliver, asking:

- And ugly old women, the creation of the Lord God, are also beautiful?

Gulliver shrugged and remarked:

- If there are inhabitants of other worlds and planets, and they are different from us, then they, too, may probably think that we are a freak. Moreover, even in relation to the most beautiful girls!

The Viscountess agreed:

- From the point of view of dialectics, this sounds logical!

Gulliver sang with a smile:

The Lord Almighty has enlightened,

How to find peace in Christ...

I felt that I was a lowly sinner,

That the Lord is my savior!

The girl nodded and sang, baring her teeth:

On the heavenly throne,

The Most High King was seated...

By my great will,

Christ ruled us!

God was crucified on the cross,

Jesus prayed to the Father...

So as not to judge us harshly,

Sin has been forgiven us to the end!

Mercy is limitless

He sent his son to death...

To serve him personally,

And they didn"t dare to die!

And the girls winked at their counterpart.

Gulliver noted:

- Yes, this is lovely. Let's just say the poems are great! But do you recognize Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior?

The girl giggled and sang:

Jesus perfection,

Jesus is perfect...

From a smile to a gesture,

Above all praise...

Oh, what bliss

Know that God is perfect!

Know that God is ideal!

Gulliver confirmed:

- You sang well and expressively! I see very great abilities in you.

The girl sang with delight:

In the vastness of the wonderful Motherland,

Tempered in battle and labor...

We composed a joyful song,

About the Almighty God and leader...

God Light is the glory of battle,

God the Light of our youth flight...

Fighting and winning with songs,

Our people follow the Lord!

Gulliver answered with a smile:

- You sing great! Simply great!

The girl giggled and noted:

The song helps us build and live,

We boldly go on a hike with a song...

And the one who walks through life singing,

He will never disappear anywhere!

The children walked along a rocky road. It hurt the boy"s bruised feet, but he endured and walked. And conversation distracted me from suffering.

Besides, the fact that all your teeth are your own and young already lifts your spirits. And the young body is hardy and healthy. And everything around is such a bright, radiant, fresh perception of the world.

The Viscountess asked:

- Why, for example, if Christ is God and he has all the power on Earth and in heaven, the most successful ruler and conqueror of all times and peoples is Genghis Khan? Who is a barbarian, and a pagan, and very cruel, and a polygamist!?

Gulliver answered with a confused childish smile:

- Well, this is a difficult question... Honestly, the Bible says Satan is the God of this age, and perhaps Genghis Khan owes his success to the Devil!

The girl objected:

- Oh no! Nothing is written in the Bible - Satan is the god of this age! My memory is forever young, and much better than that of you people who grow up and become ugly!

The boy captain noted:

- It is written - the god of this age has blinded their minds!

The Viscountess laughed and replied:

- It doesn"t say that it"s Satan! Perhaps this means human selfishness. Or maybe, for example, excessive pride, or other character flaws.

Gulliver noted:

- This is partly true! Maybe they meant both!

The girl sang, baring her teeth:

- What did the Lord have in mind?

Gulliver answered in confusion:

- What are you talking about?

The Viscountess grinned and replied:

- Yes, about different things! I even have a song on this topic!

The boy captain shrugged and suggested:

- Come on, first I"ll sing!

The girl nodded with a smile:

- If you want, then sing,

Just don't sing to your death!

Gulliver began to sing in his clear, childish voice;

A person in unbelief is unhappy,

You cannot live in sinful lust...

Because God's wrath is terrible

Because God is a strict judge!

The flesh in hell languishes from the heat,

And it"s time for us all to understand long ago...

He who does not know faith in the Lord,

He will fall under the yoke of hell!

A sinful man will get his

It will be like a spider burning in fire...

Demons will torment you in the underworld,

Those who worshiped Satan!

Fear and repent, enemy of the Lord -

You will be cast straight into hell...

Who does not honor the Sabbath day -

Will forever be engulfed in flames!

You honored the idol and suffered for it,

It's very painful to writhe in hell...

Will be wicked, science -

He preferred the idol to Christ!

Didn't believe God's order

I didn"t want to honor the first day...

Don't hope you won't burn out right away -

Eternity in the torments of the sinner is the lot!

I believe that the time for vengeance will come,

Jesus the Great God will come -

And the end of the world will come,

He will bring salvation to people!

The Holy God will raise the dead,

Those who in faith will not be stung by decay...

I believe I will be with the Almighty too,

To heaven - let the captivity of the flesh collapse!

The girl with a smile that glowed like pearls confirmed:

- Very good song! But you won"t be satisfied with songs alone! We need something else cool and unique!

Gulliver remarked:

- The stupidity is also unique!

The Viscountess chirped:

- How good everything will be if we become children at least a little!

And she suggested:

- Let's sing something else!

The boy captain shrugged:

- Do you want this?

The girl nodded:

- That's right, I want you to sing!

And Gulliver took it and sang;

There are miracles in the new world,

It's like a fairy tale in color...

There is such beauty here

You can't find a flaw with a pointer!

Well, what if it"s a new day,

It's coming over the Earth...

So, we are not too lazy to get up,

It doesn't get any cooler in the world!

There will be a new light in glory,

Where the trees are like candy...

We will begin to greet the dawn,

Our children are in eternal happiness!

A new century is coming,

This region is so beautiful...

The person will be happy -

Let the path be dangerous!

May the planet bloom -

Soon to be a lush paradise...

Open a winning account

The world will be a radiant May!

How good is it?

If the sun is shining brightly...

A woodpecker drills a chisel

Everyone has a wonderful time on the planet!

How fun everything is with us,

Full valley of happiness...

There will be, believe me, the hour of blossoming,

Golden mean!

Who would make our destiny,

Very valiant and handsome...

If there is a redistribution,

Then you become more powerful!

We won't let our heads down

Straightening my back proudly...

For the pancake, butter, cottage cheese,

The hostess immediately adds!

So you know there will be happiness

And light with the Name of Svarog...

It will become a real paradise

People prayed to God!

The Lord gave one answer:

We must work in joy...

And then hello will come -

Faces will light up brightly!

Here's a girl barefoot

I rode a turtle...

You have to punch it with your fist,

Causing a lot of fear!

Where does fire happen?

Well, where is the fire burning...

Crushing blow

A cruel enemy is attacking!

We will not surrender to the enemy,

Consider this an aspiration...

The cherub straightens

Wings and forgiveness to enemies!

He will say it will happen soon

What is called victory...

The circus happens to be a tent,

And sometimes dogs bark!

Soon it will be like heaven

Let's make the whole world beautiful...

I thank Lada -

Cherubs shine with gold!

The boy sang beautifully, and his voice became childish. Very sonorous and shrill.

The Viscountess chirped:

- Eat well! And that's cool!

The boy captain hissed:

I sing, I sing, and I will kill all the demons!

The girl also sang:

We are proud girls of Svarog,

Brave, courageous fighters...

We serve faithfully, we are in the Name of the Family,

Let grandfathers and fathers be proud!

God Svarog and the mind of people,

Make the universe happy...

Believe me, the villain will not defeat us,

Our business is work and creation!

Gulliver whistled and said with love in his voice:

- Great song!

The Viscountess nodded and chirped:

- Yes, that"s the beauty of it. What do you eat for the sake of singing?

The boy and girl continued to walk. Their children's feet stomped their feet with great confidence. And they could no doubt sing very beautifully.

Children seem to be everything here. And it's such a wonderful world. Even if slavery exists in it.

Gulliver sang with delight:

All people on one planet

You should know to live in harmony...

Children should always laugh

And live in a peaceful world,

Children should laugh!

And live in a peaceful world!

So they walked, walked, and walked again...

Evening has finally come. And a column with children who were captured was built for dinner.

They were given some kind of edible soup, and also flatbreads with milk. The slave boys ate. And they willingly fell asleep.

Indeed, after a difficult day's march, they needed rest.

Gulliver also began to sniffle and had wonderful dreams.

In which half-naked girls sang;

The universe was torn apart

The stars have dimmed, catastrophe-death!

They sob and groan in the torments of hellish distances,

And for those who survived: it"s just a shame to endure!

Like God - ruling all laws,

Forgetting about conscience and rejecting honor!

An alien race is creating a new world,

She challenged us - bad news!

. CHAPTER No. 2.

The cabin boy that Gulliver turned into was sailing on a beautiful and very graceful brigantine. Her sails were very brightly colored, with marvelous, wonderful designs in the form of flowers and butterflies, and dragonflies, as well as girls with swords.

And this was in great harmony with the crew. There were only girls here too. And they were almost naked, only their breasts and thighs were covered with strings of jewelry. And the skin is tanned, shiny, like that of bronze statues.

The pirate girls spanked with their bare, very graceful, and seductive feet.

And at the same time they sang:

We are poor, we are poor, pirates,

We are very, very, very sorry,

Girls can't avoid retribution,

But because they didn"t instill morality in us!

Pirates don't need science

And it's clear why...

We have legs and arms,

But we have no use for our heads!

And then a Gallion appeared ahead; the girl on top noticed it first. She jumped off, flashing her bare, round heels.

In general, what beauties there were, and their hair was very bright. Most are honey blondes with hair that sparkles like gold leaf, but there are also copper-red girls and even emerald-colored hair.

Some wear brooch earrings. And what perfection of lines they have!

And their muscles roll like balls of mercury under their bronze, shiny skin. These are really girls who can really fight.

And now the brigantine rushes after the galllion. And on this ship there are shaggy orc bears running around, adding sails and trying to leave.

A girl-captain with hair the color of gold leaf that flutters so beautifully in the wind, and bare feet that drive men crazy, as she roars:

We will destroy the damned bears! Let the dragon gang be on fire!

Here the brigantine is closing the distance. And three girls shoot from the bow cannon, resting their bare feet on the deck.

And then the cannonball flies out, and, having described an arc, hits directly into the galley of the enemy galleon. And the ship, having received a strong blow, tilted.

The girls began to jump up, flashing their bare, round heels, and roared:

Glory to the pirates, glory!

The girls are rushing forward...

We fight under the scarlet flag,

The army is attacking!

And now the brigantine is getting closer and closer to the Gallion. And the girls throw hooks on board the enemy vessel. And they attract the brigantine to their victim. And then flashing bare, bare legs. They jump onto it and begin to fight with the orcs. And there is a wild chaos. The girls cut themselves with sabers and bleed the enemy in burning streams. And the orcs fall with their heads cut off.

And their heads are rolling on the floor.

This is truly destruction and destruction. Now the warriors have shown themselves in all their glory. And their bare, tanned legs, like sledgehammers, dealt crushing blows.

The girls are very beautiful and their bronze skin shimmers in the sun, of which there are three.

The warriors whistle and shout:

- We will kill our enemies, this is always our credo. We passed all exams with an A, holy is our country!

The girls turned out really cool. And they chop so hard that the swings cannot be stopped.

And the barefoot boy Gulliver fights with them. A very dashing guy, let's say.

And the boy"s bare heel will take it and smash it into the orc"s chin. And his jaw dropped.

Gulliver sang:

- How we lived fighting,

And not afraid of death...

This is how you and I will live from now on!

In starry heights and starry silence,

In the sea wave and furious fire!

And fierce, and furious fire!

The cabin boy hacked and his bare feet struck.

It's good to be a child after all. What a fast body you have.

This is truly a boy superman.

And sings at the top of his lungs:

- I am a knight of light on the knee of savages,

I will sweep away the enemies of the Fatherland from the face of the earth!

This is how the boy fights and sings. And he chops and butts.

And other girls are fighting with him. Which are so beautiful and sweet.

They fight, of course, at great heights. In the figurative sense of the word.

These are the warriors. You can say about them: super and hyper.

If they start fighting, nothing can stop them.

And so the last orcs fell under the blows of the beauty. And there was great joy among the warriors.

And they sang:

We will slaughter and slaughter everyone,

We will kill everyone! We will kill everyone!

And after that they began to rummage around the gallion and look for prey. At the same time, the warriors sang:

- We are looking for passers-by from night to morning,

Let's break through the fraer! Let's break through the fraer!

Here Gulliver began to sing with enthusiasm;

The brother raised his hand to his brother:

A cruel war - the roar of the adversary!

The machine gun has become your friend,

Retribution has come for frivolity!

What to do if people are broke

When dashing bullets whistle around!

God better break the war by force -

So that the days of the dragon of prey are over!

But hell knows no limits and limits,

The earth is burning in napalm, children are crying!

Now the girls' features have turned pale -

Who, the Holy Lord, will answer for this?

Well, how many loved ones can you kill?

After all, man is born, believe me, for happiness!

The mother does not let her son go to the front,

And even in the summer there is bad weather during the war!

But a soldier's duty is a true duty:

Why should we fight for the Fatherland?

At the age of sixteen the temple is already gray,

The unfortunate widows' faces are swollen from tears!

But what is it, are you crazy brother?

No, you are crazy, your loved one answers!

For meanness, who is at the throne, our soldier,

He believes that his brother-in-law is the filthy Cain!

In the earth, streams of blood tear the veins,

And the pulse from the core will respond with a blow...

The plow struck by a shell froze in the field,

Oh, how crimson the Sun has become!

But there is faith that Jesus will come -

He will reconcile the brothers and bring salvation!

Then let's forget to take revenge on the vile score -

Let forgiveness reign in the souls of all of us!

After which the pirate girls giggled at the cabin boy. And it was just great.

After which they dragged the galleon out of the hold, barrels of beer and wine, and began to drink and rage.

And what a dance the bare, girlish legs of the beauties danced. How cool it looked.

And their muscular calves sparkled. These are really the girls you need.

The boy Gulliver also drank and sang passionately;

Everyone has their own personal view of love -

The concept of beauty and ideal!

Even though people haven"t grown up to it,

But man is no longer a monkey!

And here, of course, you can take a few aphorisms and add something like this, witty;

A girl's bare heel will most likely get fashionable shoes!

But something original doesn"t come to mind

Here's an example:

Love for all ages,

And the boy looks very proudly...

His eyes sparkle in the darkness,

The result will be cool!

Although let"s put it all this way - stupid and banal.

However, on the other hand, we can say that it"s even cool.

Gulliver sang:

I'm galloping. But I ride differently

Or rather, I jump like a louse...

And I can specifically hit change,

You don't give a damn about a barefoot boy!

And then Gulliver sang something more civilized;

We want to live in the beautiful world of paradise -

In which there are no diseases, decrepit heifers...

So that the thread of life becomes endless,

May every day be happy and cheerful!

Where the color is like a rainbow in spring,

Water lilies are like gold and emerald.

Where reality has long been akin to a dream...

Any boy can do a miracle!

O Motherland, God's holy sadness;

Your speckled birches, the shine of metal...

And I pray to the Lord for one thing,

So that the Fatherland flourishes in glory!

But then the fighter already went on a campaign,

He marches like a barbarian warrior!

We will do good for the planet -

So that bullets don"t pierce your dear mother!

Troll attack, mad pressure;

The adversaries' avalanche is rushing!

Therefore, why do we need a heated argument,

When the Fatherland is united in a fist!

But again the orc monsters grinned,

The man feels like he has a bone stuck in his throat!

And the goblin growled in wild rage,

But we used the gift from the army!

But victory over the enemy is near,

We will tear Russia out of the quagmire!

Retribution for the unclean has come -

Their fur was torn into shreds and lint!

Oval of a girl with a cute face -

Gave me faith and great strength!

That's how Gulliver sang with great feeling and fervor. And his singing turned out to be so incredibly gorgeous.

Then the boy captain began to sing again, after another glass of beer, and after eating dried fish;

Great, mighty, sacred country,

There is nothing more radiant under the blue sky!

It was given to us by the Almighty God forever -

Light without boundaries, the exalted Messiah!

The world has never seen such a power, you know, never

So that we proudly trample the vastness of space!

Any star in the universe sings to you,

May Anh be happy with us!

After all, this is our Motherland, it is such a destiny,

Command the space of all matters!

Any of us, believe me, would want this,

Without any nonsense, women's superstitions!

The archangels blow their mighty trumpet,

They vigorously praise the march of our armies!

And the enemy will find his destiny in an aspen coffin,

And he will not receive taxes and tribute!

This is our Motherland, everything in it, believe me, is beautiful,

She turned the entire universe without effort!

Cute girls with a weighty braid,

She wants a strong blow!

The Fatherland is the look of a mother's blue eyes,

Her hand is both tender and stone!

And you kill the adversary, young man, with a bullet -

May the flame burn brighter in your heart!

Take an oath to the boundless Fatherland,

She is, of course, good for you too!

Though blood flows in the fury of battle,

The enemy will now receive retribution!

Weapons and courage are such a powerful alloy,

The evil one cannot overcome it!

I flew quickly on a plane with bombs,

And when it explodes, it rains down on the windows!

But the ruler"s order - fly boy to Mars -

It's time for you to install space!

And the Martian"s arrogance will get him hard in the eye,

Then we see beyond Pluto!

Let's come to the heights of space, seeing the edge of the universe,

This is our human destiny!

And therefore, little boy, dare about exploits,

After all, know that a reward is a matter of gain!

The girls also stomped and clapped their hands. And their bare feet are so nimble. And her bare heels sparkle in the sun.

Gulliver is with them, in the body of a barefoot boy, so alive and cheerful.

But they danced until the first day.

After which we decided to play cards. And this is also a very wonderful activity.

And you can actually take it and anoint yourself. And he"ll frolic with the girls until he"s furious.

The pirate girl took Gulliver's bare, childish foot in her hand and began to massage his round, pink heel.

The cabin boy laughed and purred with pleasure. It was so great. This is truly just a miracle boy.

And his bare, very beautiful feet are simply a miracle.

Gulliver sang with a smile:

Barefoot, just barefoot,

Under the July thunder and the sound of the surf...

Barefoot, just barefoot,

Let's dance, you and I!

These are the funny songs they have. And it"s probably good to be a boy after all. And at the same time you show colossal feats.

But of course that's not all. What Gulliver hasn't done yet.

And he sang and danced, and did the splits with his bare children"s feet. Which also looked very cool and to some extent odious.

This was a boy captain who traveled to many countries and sailed the ocean more than once.

And his attitude, frankly speaking, is very aggressive.

But that"s why you still can"t take a girl to a pirate flag and shoot sharks with small guns. It"s not easy to get in, but that"s the beauty of it.

The boy Gulliver, leaning on his bare, childish feet, took it and shot. The cannonball hit the shark. And broke her back, knocking out her intestines. The child yelled:

- The boy caught some cool courage,

And the crew was driven into the coffin!

The girl captain of the pirates took and grabbed the cabin boy with her bare toes by the child"s nose and roared:

- Well, you tomboy, you want to take my place. I see a lot of ambition in you!

Boy Gulliver replied:

- I am satisfied with being at least small, but still a man. And the woman is...

Another red-haired warrior sang:

It"s impossible to live in the world without women,

The sun of May is in them, love is blossoming in them!

Gulliver suggested with a very charming smile, which is both childish and at the same time courageous at the same time:

A difficult era has come to the country,

Blood flows like a stormy stream!

Fight until your last breath,

And let happiness, peace, love come!

We are the children of mischievous communism,

Boundless sons of the Fatherland...

Even though the hordes of revanchism are coming -

Let's be faithful to our Motherland!

In the great and cosmic era,

Quasars must be created from a finger...

Believe me, we are doing quite well,

At least the army of evil hell attacks!

We will kill the army of the aggressor,

And we will create lasers from quarks...

And a person will become any hero,

Above us is a golden-winged cherub!

Even though the clouds are blazing over the Fatherland,

The children are ready to fight the enemy...

A squad of fighters, believe me, so flying,

Do not trample the edge of the world with your boot!

We know the enemy is powerful and cunning,

We won"t give him an inch of land...

And man is strong, glorious progress

And the Lord of all believe alone!

We will build great communism,

The native land will prosper...

Although the enemy is very wild,

Our destiny is to attack!

Pioneer brave brave boy,

That you were always born to be a warrior...

Leo is not a cowardly bunny,

Let the dream come true!

Brothers, we cannot endure humiliation,

We will all stand up for the Fatherland...

We will not tolerate any more insults,

Let us crush the enemy with a steel hand!

If we all join hands,

We can defeat insects...

The holy homeland is like the sun,

And the hunter turns into game!

This is the song sung by a boy who was recently a captain and had nobility. And that's cool.

But then a frigate appeared on the horizon. Moreover, it is a large class - sixty-four guns. Why is this serious? And he approaches like a kite that sees chickens.

The girl captain noted:

- This is a challenge for us! Will we fight or...

The girl with red hair objected:

- There is no question of escape!

A girl with blue hair, baring her pearly teeth that sparkled and sparkled, sang:

We must respect us, fear us,

The girls' exploits are countless...

Girls always knew how to fight

They can fuck a donkey like a sack!

And she showed her long and biting tongue.

Well, since there will be a fight, why not show your very aggressive temperament. And this will be very painful for the enemies. And it won't be fun for your friends either.

And the battle, of course, requires choosing the right place and maneuver.

And so the girls very deftly move their brigantine, and at the same time do not forget to sing;

You are a Komsomol member of the Fatherland,

Do you like to fight bravely for Elfia...

You will be able to help the Motherland,

The knight does not have the soul of a clown!

The girl is a wonderful singer,

He rushes through the snowdrifts barefoot...

You are a radiant queen -

You'll hit Orkolf with your fist!

She threw a grenade with her bare heel,

Torn apart a dozen soldiers...

There will soon be retribution for the Fuhrer,

The knight will prepare the machine gun!

We are girls in the battle of Komsomol members,

The greatest fighters in battle...

The beauties have a ringing voice,

Let grandfathers and fathers be proud!

They fought very hard at Elfskva,

And they were able to bravely hold back the evil orcs...

We girls win clearly

Passing all exams with only A's!

There's hurricanes in our veins

Lightning flashes in the veins of the know...

There will be very strong countries in the world,

From bears, dogs and monkeys!

The Wehrmacht will not bring girls to their knees,

We will never bend, know...

Stalin and the wisest Lenin are with us,

Let the centuries and years pass!

God created the universe from photons,

Life without death into eternity gave birth to...

We know we will build a new order,

And above us the cherub opens its wings!

There are many heroes in the patronymic,

Komsomol members are always first...

The army marches in menacing formation,

Protecting the elves of the city!

We are fighting with the Fritz near Elfskva,

And they were able to defend the capital...

The girl threw the package with her barefoot foot,

And let's shoot at the monsters!

We mowed down a lot of Orks,

A lot of punks were cut off...

Further racking up the miles,

We are slaying the legions of Satan!

We knocked out all of Orktler's teeth,

The dragon president was defeated...

The girl opened her lips

A big Armageddon has broken out!

Give the Fuhrer no mercy

You girls are always brave...

Generous rewards await the beauties,

And believe me, our dream will come true!

God the Creator of all worlds in the universe,

Took the elfinist's blessing...

With its unchanging power in battles,

The girl crushes evil orcism!

She threw a grenade with her bare heel,

And turned over the formidable "Tiger"...

And then he pressed them to the ropes,

The beauty has a lot of games!

So the Orkishists quickly fled,

What tanks and shells threw...

We see communism in the distance,

And they mowed down a whole row of trolls!

So what did you get?

Stalingrad has become against your throat...

We've clocked up miles,

And now Svarog the Great is glad!

Soon there will be the faith of Jesus,

And other most beautiful Gods...

Elves' light art will develop,

Breeding wolves and evil elephants!

We will finally become one

In the glory of the Family, wisely the Father,

Girls are invincible in battles

We will be in the faith of Lada until the end!

This is how the warriors and pirates sang. Well, of course, Gulliver did not understand everything. He thought that if he was captured, then of course they would beat him with sticks on his bare, childish heels. Moreover, the blows will be strong and at the same time not to injure. And then the executioner will take red-hot pliers in his hands and begin to break the boy"s bones. And Gulliver, of course, will not find it enough.

This is what happens to eternal boys when they become pirates. Although the team here is very good - only girls in bikinis. And at the same time they rush and fuss, flashing their bare, round, pink heels.

The boy captain took it and sang:

Girls are different

And they are all great...

Their breast nipples are scarlet,

And they are very daring!

Well, the boys are bloody,

They beat the trolls with vicious blows!

And if they find an orc,

They will beat you very hard!

SALE AT AUCTION OF A BEAUTIFUL YOUNG SLAVE

ANNOTATION

A very handsome young man, Slavka, is put up for auction. During the bargaining, a handsome man with sculpted muscles is stripped and sold to women for a lot of money.

. CHAPTER No. 1.

The moment of truth has come, the chief manager announced the opening of the auction. A young, handsome, muscular virgin was sold to a woman for one night. Of course, it was meant that this is a tradition for all newbie strippers.

But the young man was so handsome and sexy that a whole huge hall of women gathered. But men were simply not allowed in. And this, of course, on the one hand limited profits, but on the other hand, gigolos liked it.

After all, most males love females. Moreover, often young men do not mind making love with a more experienced, older woman.

Here, stamping his boots, a boy covered with blankets, barely reaching adulthood, climbed onto the pedestal. And he looks even younger. He was completely closed, but many women had already seen him wearing only swimming trunks and burning with excitement.

And these ladies were getting turned on. Slavka himself also shuddered. His young man's heart beat like a drum during battle. They sell a person like some kind of animal.

And it must be said that it is so unusual and unique.

On each side of the young man stood a girl in black leather suits, boots and gloves, and red masks on their faces. They must gradually expose the young handsome man in order to turn on the lustful audience even more. Women are sometimes superior to men in debauchery and thirst for sex, and their orgasms are much stronger and longer lasting. Therefore, one should not be surprised that so many of them gathered to look at the young, very handsome male, and then, if funds allow, to buy it.

Slavka felt very strong excitement and the smell of expensive perfume, which turned the hypersexual young man on even more.

The chief manager announced:

- Male Vyacheslav Kotovsky is up for auction. About eighteen years old, physically absolutely healthy. Very handsome, curvy, new to the strip bar and sexy. Just for one night with a woman who can do whatever she wants with him - just not kill or maim!

The starting price is traditionally ten dollars!

And two girls in leather suits, boots and masks carefully removed the first blanket.

The young man's beautiful high forehead and his golden, long wavy hair were revealed.

The thought that he would now be naked in front of many hundreds of lustful women had an exciting effect on Slavka, and he shuddered.

This trembling caused the feeling that a virgin had been put up for auction, which excites women so much.

And shouts were heard:

- Fifteen dollars!

- Twenty!

- Twenty five!

- Thirty!

One fat cow barked:

-Fifty!

Another chick shushed:

- Sixty!

A squeal was heard:

- Seventy!

- Eighty!

- Ninety!

- One hundred!

There was a pause. The boy had to continue to be gradually exposed, which turned on the fair sex.

Here two girls took off the veil from the lower part of their face. The handsome nose, graceful mouth and courageous chin of the young man, as well as his neck, were revealed.

The women started talking.

One muttered:

- One hundred and twenty!

Another squeaked:

- One hundred and thirty!

The third roared:

- One hundred fifty!

The fat woman hissed:

- One hundred and eighty!

And a rather young and pleasant woman said:

- Two hundred!

There was another pause. The servant girls now exposed the young man's shoulders and arms. They were muscular, beautiful and graceful in shape. Not a bodybuilder, but a cast, handsome fighter. And the skin shines so seductively.

The woman who looked like a hippopotamus muttered:

- Two hundred and fifty!

The woman said a little more pleasantly:

- Two hundred and seventy!

Another young-looking girl squeaked:

- Three hundred!

The older woman, on the contrary, croaked:

- Three hundred fifty!

The representative of the fair sex said:

-Four hundred!

The young woman, apparently a stripper herself, muttered:

- Four hundred and fifty!

There were many young and beautiful women at the auction. You even wonder why they need corrupt and worn-out gigolos from whom you can catch an infection.

One very respectable lady said:

- Five hundred!

And again there was a pause. The amount is still not that big, especially considering dollar inflation. And all sorts of ladies can"t wait to see how a young, beautiful gigolo is undressed.

Here are two girls in formal suits, boots and a mask, taking off another blanket.

And the entire torso of a very handsome and prominent boy is naked. And you can see his abs, which are laid out like chocolate chips. And what smooth, shiny skin that shimmers in the spotlight.

One of the women said:

- Six hundred!

Another checked:

- Seven hundred!

The third muttered:

- Eight hundred!

The old woman croaked:

- Nine hundred!

A rather young and pretty woman with diamond earrings hissed:

- Thousand!

And again there was a pause. Everyone was excited to see what would happen next. This young man is simply wonderful. Better than any Apollo.

The billionaire's wife Elena admired him, but did not enter into bargaining yet. In fact, the most interesting thing will be at the end. Now what's the hurry? This is indeed a very valuable commodity. Although, on the other hand, Elena is still so beautiful and sexy that if she shook her hips, a whole herd of pretty young men would come running who would also pay money for sex with her.

And two girls in leather suits and masks again began to remove another blanket from handsome Slavik.

And so they exposed his muscular, beautifully shaped legs up to the knees. And swimming trunks. The boy was so excited that his masculine perfection swelled. And it was large, and allowed the woman to give utter joy.

A roar echoed through the hall.

The hippopotamus woman muttered:

- Fifteen thousand!

The slimmer one issued:

- Two thousand!

The woman in the cat mask tweeted:

- Two five hundred!

The veiled woman said:

- Three thousand!

The woman with the diamond earrings said:

- Three five hundred!

The old lady muttered:

- Four thousand!

The girl, who looked very young, squeaked:

- Four and a half!

And the woman covered with a burqa chirped:

- Five thousand!

And again there was a pause. This time, for one night with the gigolo, a very decent amount was quoted. For five thousand dollars you can hire fifty prostitutes of not the worst level. And an ordinary, experienced gigolo costs two hundred bucks for two hours. Well, some are more expensive and some are cheaper. And now the amount has become tidy, and not so small. Moreover, there is a war going on, and the Russian ruble is falling, and the dollar is rising in price. There's no time for fat here, I wish I could live!

But of course, not all the trump cards have been laid out yet. The girls take the big boots off the boy's feet. And they expose the graceful in shape, similar to a girl"s feet. And no hair - like a bronze statue. The tanned, bare feet of a fabulously handsome young man drive many women crazy.

And the hall roars again.

- Six thousand! - The venerable lady shouted.

The young girl chirped, baring her teeth:

- Seven thousand!

A young but fat woman with an unpleasant face muttered:

- Eight thousand!

A younger, prettier woman with diamond earrings chirped:

- Nine thousand!

And the woman, whose age cannot be determined because of her thick burqa, chirped:

- Ten thousand!

Her voice, however, was young. And Slavka cheered up. Thinking that sex with a Muslim woman for that kind of money is great! And he already has two and a half thousand dollars in his pocket.

True, that's not all. The boy, muscular, very handsome, shiny like a statue of an Ancient Greek god, was wearing swimming trunks. And his beautiful dignity was still visible in all its glory.

And two girls in red suits and masks took off the boy"s swimming trunks with an elegant, smooth movement.

The strip of fabric fell to the boy"s bare, tanned, muscular, and very elegant, seductively shaped legs, completely exposing Slavka.

He felt wild shame within himself. Blushing, like a young virgin who had never tasted a woman's body.

Warbler shuddered, his heart pounded like stones in a rattle.

And his shaking, shame, and obvious embarrassment had a fascinating effect on women. In fact, he is such a sweet, amazingly handsome boy with golden hair, and also a virgin, making the fair sex tremble in languor.

A woman as fat as a hippopotamus yelled:

- Fifteen thousand bucks!

A slightly slimmer woman said:

- Twenty thousand!

The woman in the monastic dress muttered:

- Twenty-five thousand!

The young girl squeaked:

- Thirty thousand!

The old woman croaked:

- Thirty five!

A woman with diamond earrings and quite pleasant in appearance said:

- Fourty!

Another representative of the fair sex with a large necklace of selected pearls around her neck squealed:

- Forty five thousands!

And finally, a woman in a burqa and with a rather young voice said, cruelly and clearly:

- Fifty thousand!

As usual, there was a pause at the round number. In fact, for that amount you can buy a good and new car. Or rent five hundred not the worst female prostitutes for an hour. Or two hundred and fifty experienced gigolo men for two hours, or five hundred not so experienced and cool. Is it worth it to start like this?

Moreover, this young handsome man can be rented later for a smaller amount.

Elena, who had been waiting for so long, began to tremble with impatience. How handsome he is. And at the same time she blushes like a young girl and shakes like a lamb before the slaughter.

The manager raised her gavel and began to say:

- Fifty thousand dollars times! Fifty thousand dollars two... Fifty thousand dollars...

Elena shouted out in a voice that was not her own:

- Sixty thousand!

Everyone turned around. We saw a slender, curvy woman wearing a mask. And with a very pleasant and familiar voice.

Slavka really wanted this beauty, covered with a mask, to buy it for at least one night.

Otherwise, meeting an Arab woman scared him. The East itself is characterized by cruelty. And there can be simply terrible perversions. Although he cannot be killed or maimed, he must do whatever the woman who bought him asks.

And don"t refuse anything.

However, the beauty in the burqa did not try to give in:

- Seventy thousand!

Elena muttered:

- Eighty!

The closed woman said sharply:

- One hundred thousand dollars!

A roar echoed through the hall. Yes, the amount for just one night with a gigolo is unprecedented. But when an auction takes place, the excitement of bargaining arises, which is difficult to cope with.

And many women don"t have husbands yet. They are either widows, or have amassed their capital on their own, or have managed to receive an inheritance before getting married. Or the husbands are fictitious.

So there was someone to enter into the bargain.

The young girl shouted:

- One hundred ten thousand!

The veiled woman growled:

- One hundred and twenty!

The woman with diamond earrings said:

- One hundred fifty!

Then the woman in the burqa shouted:

- Two hundred thousand!

Elena muttered passionately:

- Two hundred and fifty!

The girl with the ruby necklace said:

- Three hundred thousand!

The fat woman howled:

- Four hundred thousand!

Then the woman in the burqa shouted at the top of her lungs:

- Million dollars!

This is already a serious and large amount. For such sums they buy paintings, thoroughbred horses, or an entire army of prostitutes. You can also order an elite prostitute for a thousand for the night. Moreover, the ruble is falling and there is a war and it is expected that it will only get worse.

There was a heavy pause. For Elena's billionaire husband, a million dollars is not such a lethal amount. But just for my husband. And for her it is too noticeable. And a whole million that has gone from your accounts cannot be easily hidden or justified.

And other women were clearly embarrassed by this amount.

The manager raised her gavel and began to chant:

- A million dollars once, a million dollars two, a million dollars three...

Elena shouted loudly:

- A million dollars and one more dollar!

The manager began:

- A million dollars and another dollar once... A million...

The woman in the burqa barked:

- Two million dollars!

A roar echoed through the hall. The amount was such that you could rent ten thousand professional gigolos for two hours, or twenty thousand prostitutes for an hour. For such sums paintings, expensive, thoroughbred stallions were bought, and you can already build a villa and acquire not the smallest yacht. And in just one night.

Slava was stunned, and his eyes widened: that"s how much he"s worth after all! A fortune.

One of the young girls from the audience, probably succumbing to the excitement of bargaining, loudly:

- Two million and one dollar!

The manager began to chant:

- Two million and one dollar times! Two million and one dollar two! Two million and one dollar - three...

The woman in the burqa shouted:

- Five million!

There was a buzz in the hall among the women. This is already a colossal amount, one might say a fortune. And all this in just one night. It's just crazy to say. As many as five million!

Warbler, whose head was spinning, and the boy, red with embarrassment, trembling with shame and excitement, croaked:

I'm afraid of this darkness, hopeless and terrible,

From where I will never return...

It's a joke, what a sweet joke

And a dream is a dream, and now I will wake up!

And the main manager began to announce:

- Five million dollars times! Five million dollars - two! Five million dollars three...

Then one of the women with diamond earrings took it and said:

- Five million and one dollar!

A rumble swept through the hall. The amounts were already simply insane. Although, for example, in the last century, someone from Japan paid one hundred and four million dollars for a Van Gogh painting, setting a record. But what kind of picture was there: daub! No wonder no one wanted to buy Van Gogh during his lifetime.

But still, you pay so much for one night with a gigolo.

The manager raised her gavel again and began to chant:

- Five million and one dollar - once! Five million and one dollar - two! Five million and one dollar - three...

The woman in the burqa shouted:

- Ten million dollars!

Again there is noise in the hall. And some women could no longer restrain themselves and began to stick their fingers or vibrators between their legs to relieve extreme arousal. This is how this unimaginable bargaining got them going. This was really very cool.

Slava was stunned: ten million dollars! And a quarter of this amount belongs to him. Not only will he pay off the mafia, but he himself will become a rich and respected man. And then a very bright future will await him. The woman under the burqa had a young, pleasant voice, and it"s not even clear what"s stopping her from picking up men for nothing. True, many women love to have complete power over men and command them in bed. And therefore, instead of a vibrator, or men from the street buy gigolos.

And Slava is still so young and handsome. And when he smiles, how shiny his teeth are. Truly an extremely pleasant and handsome, curvaceous young man. Well, how can you pass by this? This is truly the greatest gift in the universe.

The amount was already prohibitive. And interrupting something like this is very dangerous.

And the manager began to say, baring her teeth:

- Ten million dollars times! Ten million dollars two! Ten million dollars three...

Elena, before the hammer fell, desperately shouted:

- Eleven million!

The noise in the hall is louder. One of the women exclaimed:

- This is a merchant in a skirt!

Slavka muttered:

- Your gigolo is worth more,

What is it really worth?

The manager raised her gavel and began to chant:

- Eleven million times, eleven million two! Eleven million three...

Then Elena became scared. She did not personally have that amount, she only shouted out of stubbornness. And if her husband finds out about this, then this will happen to her. Although in the event of a divorce, she will probably still sue some part of the fortune. And she will become free. And at least he will travel around the world, which will be extremely cool.

And why her husband won"t let her leave Moscow - so that he dies quickly, the bastard!

But at the last second before the hammer struck for the third time, the woman in the burqa chirped:

- Twenty million dollars!

The ladies shook and walked in. Walker. And then Elena felt excitement and confidence. This lady in the burqa is probably fabulously rich. So let her fork out for her whim. Let him pay in full for pleasure with a cute, handsome and muscular boy.

And Elena said:

- One hundred million dollars!

The hall started up and screamed. Wow! Well, the amount for a night with a very handsome and curvy boy. To what extent do you have to be lustful, or in love, to invest such a wild amount in a young gigolo?

The manager raised the gavel and began to say:

- One hundred million dollars times! One hundred million dollars two! One hundred million dollars three...

The woman in the burqa shouted:

- Two hundred million! - And she added. - Stop the circus. You don't have that amount and you'll be embarrassed!

Elena muttered:

- How do you know that?

The woman in the burqa replied:

- I know! If I say it, I know!

The manager raised her gavel and began to say:

- Two hundred million dollars times! Two hundred million dollars two! Two hundred million dollars three...

Then one of the women in the hall squeaked:

- Two hundred million and one dollar!

The manager recalled:

- If you do not pay the amount in full, you will be thrown out and will never be allowed into the auction room.

The woman in dark glasses nodded:

- I know! But quite ready!

The manager began to chant:

- Two hundred million and one dollar times! Two hundred million and one dollar two! Two hundred million and one dollar three...

The woman in the burqa said:

- Five hundred million dollars!

A roar echoed through the hall. Women began to massage between their legs and use vibrators more energetically.

Slavka suddenly saw that his masculine perfection began to subside. It had been in an excited state for too long. And then it burned out.

And a roar of disappointment rang through the stands among the lustful women.

The manager raised the gavel and began to chant, baring her pearly teeth:

- Five hundred million dollars times! Five hundred million dollars two! Five hundred million dollars three!

There was a heavy pause, and the manager announced:

- A young gigolo, about eighteen years old, Vyacheslav Kolobkov, was sold to a lady in a burqa for five hundred million dollars!

The woman nodded:

- I'll transfer money from your account! And now he will be mine, for the whole night!

A blanket was thrown over Slavka. And they put a chain on his strong, muscular neck.

The boy paddled his bare feet behind his new mistress.

The manager noted:

- He is your slave for the night! Just don't kill him or maim him!

A woman in a burqa approached the young man. Her hand reached out and grabbed the boy's male perfection. It immediately rose again and swelled. And Slava blushed deeply, from embarrassment and shame.

The woman opened her face slightly. She was a very beautiful, oriental, black-haired beauty, no more than twenty-five years old. Yes, she really was very beautiful, although no traces of makeup were visible on her face.

Slavka blurted out:

- Yes, you yourself can receive money per night!

The woman nodded:

- I know! I"ll tell you later why I paid such a wild amount for you! In the meantime, let's go to the room! Time is short, and I want to enjoy love for the last time in my life!

The boy was surprised:

- Why the last one?

The woman replied:

- Because I, Princess Esmigul, was sentenced to death for adultery! And the day after tomorrow at dawn they will cut off my head!

Slavka suggested:

- So you need to escape!

The princess answered with a sigh:

- I swore by Allah that I would not run away! Therefore, before my husband died, he gave me his account and allowed me to do and buy whatever I wanted for this day!

Slavka chuckled:

- So that"s why you"re so generous! There is no point in saving!

She nodded and replied:

"If you serve me well and I like you, I"ll buy you a whole palace, a yacht, and whatever else you want, a whole fleet of cars!" So try your best!

The young man nodded:

- I am ready and happy to serve you!

So they entered a separate, luxurious room. The woman was left alone with him. She gracefully took off her clothes, revealing a perfectly beautiful tanned body. Slavka's male perfection swelled so much that it was ready to burst.

The naked princess nodded:

- Come take a shower with me!

A young man and a young woman entered the bathroom, completely covered with gold.

Warm streams flowed. And they began to wash the beautiful bodies.

The woman nodded:

- You know how to work with your tongue!

Slava nodded:

- Certainly!

Princess Esmigul nodded:

- So work! Come on my beautiful boy!

The young man knelt down, stuck his face between the legs, into the beauty"s smoothly shaved crack and began to work with his tongue, working selflessly and with enthusiasm.

The young, beautiful woman moaned voluptuously. And she was very pleased.

Slava was also getting more excited. How painfully his overexcited dignity ached and burned. And he worked and was blissful.

The princess moaned, and finally, screaming louder, she shook in a strong orgasm and sagged.

Then she knelt down and her face moved closer to the young man"s groin. And so she wrapped her lips around the excited, hot, pleasant-smelling penis of a young and beautiful stallion. And she began to work with her tongue herself.

Warbler forced himself not to throw away the seed yet. Let the woman enjoy the process of licking the smooth, sweet, appetizing head of male perfection, the most beautiful and cutest young man in Moscow.

And the princess went crazy, working with the penis, tongue and lips. It was just incredibly pleasant and beautiful for her.

Slavka finally couldn"t hold back and came. She threw away the stormy, sweet mush, youthful seed. The princess greedily licked it with her tongue, not allowing a single drop to miss. And then she ordered:

- Now let"s get into crow pose! I will lick you, and you will lick me!

Slavka nodded in agreement. His tongue began to skillfully and vigorously massage the princess's clitoris again. While the tongue and lips of a young, beautiful woman were again forced to swell and heat up, the young, elastic penis of a muscular and very handsome and skilled gigolo!

THE QUEEN AND THE BAREFOOT SLAVE.

ANNOTATION

A young girl from our time first becomes a queen. But for excessive cruelty, the gods turn her into a barefoot slave. However, the young woman is freed from slavery by the elves and super adventures begin.

. CHAPTER No. 1

Agripina saw the ceremony. It's as if she ascends the throne and sits on a throne strewn with jewels. And a star-studded crown is placed on her head. And all the presidents, monarchs and other rulers of the world kneel and praise her.

And the fireworks fly into the sky and the cannons fire. And everything sparkles. And she is now the empress of planet Earth. And fanfares are sung to her, and orchestras play. And the throne room in which she sits is fifty times larger than the Luzhniki stadium. And there's a whole army on it. Thousands of beautiful girls in short skirts, with bare legs, with machine guns on their backs salute her and chant:

You are a great goddess

Emperor of all people...

Boundless element

Kill all your enemies!

Agripina bared her teeth and roared:

I cut down enemies on a tangent,

I strike them so quickly...

Everything turns out great

I am a queen, I don"t know all the spectators!

After which, they brought the first victim to her. It was Pavlusha, a handsome, fair-haired, muscular teenager of about fourteen. He's wearing only red swimming trunks and his hands and feet are shackled. The boy was whipped and forced to his knees.

Agripina took a heavy barbed wire whip in her hand and hit Pavlusha. The boy screamed in wild pain. And the young, strong, muscular woman continued to whip him, and sang, baring her teeth:

- My boys, my baby,

You're not sleeping at this hour,

And you will get a visible bump,

A whip on the back!

And the powerful woman beat the boy. And so that the skin burst and blood poured out in a stream. And Pavlusha screamed from unbearable suffering.

Suddenly a terrible roar was heard. The palace collapsed and the walls collapsed. And a huge, sparkling angel with two swords appeared in front of her.

A thunderous voice said:

- You, world empress, have crossed all limits! You will be punished for this. The Almighty God will take away all power from you, and make you, who exalt yourself, humiliate.

Lightning struck. The palace disappeared, and all the servants, and the heads of state too.

And Agripina, instead of luxurious robes and a crown, turned out to be a half-naked slave in shackles. There were heavy steel chains on her bare feet and hands. The body was almost naked - only one loincloth.

And she was chained together with other almost naked slave girls. And her bare, strong feet were burned by the hot sand of the desert.

Agripina, a powerful, very muscular woman, with her head held high, became a slave herself. And the overseer"s scourge fell on her sculptured back.

And the whip whistled. The overseer wasn't even human. This is a huge, shaggy bear, and with a very nasty and ugly face. He sat on a camel and struck with all his might against the former, world empress.

Agripina was in pain and moaned. She remembered how, after her arrest, she was taken to the search room. They forced me to take off all my clothes and began to examine my strong, girlish body. This was done by several women in white coats. As if this is a hospital, not a prison, and not a search, but a medical examination.

Then they ordered me to squat in front of a mirror and illuminated them with spotlights. Of course, it"s easy for Agripina to squat. But it"s unpleasant when several women in white coats look at you hungrily. They admire the strong, prominent muscles, more suitable for a man than for a girl, that roll like that when moving.

And their eyes are lustful. Agripina has the body of a very strong boy with muscles rather than a girl, although the skin is smooth, clean, developed breasts and wide hips. But the shoulders are also broad.

Agripina crouches, but everyone doesn"t give her the command to stop. Now she began to sweat, and her tanned skin began to glisten, which is why she looks even more like a statue of an ancient Greek warrior goddess.

Finally, she got tired of being devoured by her eyes. And the female warden in uniform ordered me to stand in a square and put my chin in a special notch. After which, she defiantly took off her thin rubber gloves and, grabbing her chin, put her fingers into Agripina"s mouth.

And they are unwashed and sweaty. And she climbed behind the cheeks and under the tongue. Agripina was indignant and, pushing her away, growled:

- Put on gloves, bitch! You'll get infected!

She somehow became embarrassed after that, and the search was stopped. She was photographed, however, naked, so that the tattoos were visible. They rolled not only the fingers, but also the bare soles of the feet. And they even x-rayed the stomach, apparently suspecting that there might be drugs there.

After which, they took me to the shower. They even gave me a piece of soap and then a towel. Then they gave us a uniform.

Agripina was not particularly afraid of prison. On the contrary, she was confident that she would be the most important and cool.

But the cell was a bit cramped, there were twelve girls, and it smelled like a bucket.

She immediately built them and made them clean up. Then she demanded that the toilet be fixed. And they obeyed her.

Agripina was tough even in the pre-trial detention center. And she could force her to obey.

But now there are two dozen girls in chains around her, and a whole squad of orcs with whips.

And these bears began to beat Agripina severely. And it was so painful that even this heroic woman howled with suffering and asked for mercy. In fact, it turned out to be some kind of nightmare. Then they also shackled her neck, which was completely unbearable.

Agripina moved along the sand. And her mood was minor. She is beaten and scratched, covered in bloody stains. And the shackles clink and the metal shines.

Agripina, silently, stomps. The sand is hot and painful for bare soles. Although she still has nothing - her legs are full during fights and training. What is it like for slave girls? Many of them did not always go barefoot, and their soles are not so rough. And it burns so much that blisters even appear.

A young woman walks and thinks in horror: she is in chains and a slave, on whose back a whip falls from time to time. But soon she will rebel and seize power over this planet.

A powerful, muscular lady attracts the attention of orcs. And from time to time they hit her with a whip or barbed wire.

Agripina shouted in response:

- Hit weakly!

And at that moment everything changed. More precisely, sharp, red-hot arrows flew at the orcs from behind the dune. They pierced the shaggy bears, and came out of the eyes, and pierced the groin and chest.

Agripina took it and rushed, clinking her chains, at the orc. She pierced his head with a chain.

And she sang:

- I'm like a damn devil! I will destroy the capital!

The elves jumped out from behind the ambush at the surviving orcs. They were representatives of this glamorous people, on small and graceful unicorns.

The orcs were quickly killed and stabbed to pieces. After which, the girls began to be freed from their chains. Also, with the help of the magic of magic wands, Agripina was unchained.

The young woman became free. And powerful, with lumps of muscle.

After which, she had a whole team of girls. And so the beautiful warriors stomped their bare, chiseled feet through the desert.

Agripina hummed, baring her teeth:

They run along a crooked path,

Bare girls feet...

I'm tired of squashing bugs,

I want to tease my happiness!

The girls were also very aggressive and combative. They wanted to sing and jump. And their legs, indeed, are graceful, although exhausted, knocked down, and punctured.

This is the team marching. And with them were elves on unicorns and with bows.

Agripina feels strong and sings:

Since the time of Spartacus - this faith lives on,

That there should never be slaves in the world!

If the master is impudent - he warms his stomach with a stove,

And the peasant froze in the cold - believe me, it"s not fate!

The Russian guy Spartak drew his sword for us,

And behind him, the river rose endlessly for the oppressed...

If you are a man, honor is more valuable than life,

If you want life to flow in the happiness of the world!

Stenka Razin wanted to straighten the camp of the slaves,

So that there is a will, everyone can control...

And people like him could not accept the shame,

And behind them were the people - a countless army was marching!

Torture, rack and stake are the arguments of kings,

Everyone wants to snatch everything for themselves forever!

But freedom, believe me, is miles apart from bread and honey,

And such a dream has been burning in our hearts for a long time!

Thunder has come - October, and now our power,

The country is burning, there is a lot of blood and pain!

But Jesus will not let the righteous perish in hell,

The one who was severely flogged will also be happy with good things!

Lenin opened the door, Stalin boldly leads,

With every step we are getting closer to the sacred goal!

But Satan came, the forty-first evil year,

And now our blood is rushing out of a vein like a stream!

We are a country with you; our honor is your life,

Never bring the peoples of Rus' to their knees!

Hold on to Russia, fight for the Fatherland,

This is the meaning and salt of the courage of generations!

The Fuhrer is a disgusting corpse, well, Rus' is a Giant,

And the Chechen, the Uzbek and the Russian are united!

Communism is a monolith, an ideal for the soul,

And the shelves of the adversaries are completely smashed!

The cosmos calls to the young - the horn blows invitingly,

There will be a new frontier, beyond Mars!

We are building communism - we abolished rubles,

Any citizenship does not matter!

The whole universe, believe me, will turn red now,

There will be gates to heaven - red stars.

Man, brother, is a rabid beast in the past,

And love and beauty are sung in pure hymns!

Therefore, do not spare your callousness and laziness,

For our Fatherland, fighting like a falcon!

And you soldiers work both night and day,

May the Garden of Eden bloom and give sweet juice!

Agripina sang with her bare-legged team. And suddenly I caught myself thinking that she seemed to be for communism. Well, Agripina didn"t know Soviet times: she was too young. She will soon be thirty-seven years old, and the year is now 2023. So, what can she remember about Soviet power? This is a legend, in her eyes and mind. Agripina, as they say, is a child of her time. And, of course, I heard not the best reviews about Soviet times. Like, indeed, even such a thing as bananas was in short supply. Yes, and candies and chewing gum too. And there was a rare shortage of jeans. And under Gorbachev, even bitter vodka and cigarettes disappeared from the shelves. Long lines, coupons, cards, empty stores, total shortages - this is what people remember about Soviet times.

And no one wanted them back. In any case, in Moscow the communists collected an insignificant percentage of votes even in the difficult nineties. But Agripina was very rich, and of course for capitalism. So why did she suddenly start singing about leftist ideas?

The young woman punched herself in the chin and hissed:

Our king, the chosen one of heaven,

Our king is like a ghostly demon...

Our king, messenger of fate,

Our king is only you!

Lucifer! Lucifer! Lucifer! Lucifer!

Agripina took it with wild joy and sang:

- You are the great Lucifer, you shed a ray on the light,

And the sacred sword of war cut the secret!

And again the girl, or rather, an adult and seasoned woman, began to sing;

Our king, messenger of heaven,

Our king is like a ghostly demon.

Our king, the chosen one of fate,

Our king is only you!

Lucifer! Lucifer! Lucifer! Lucifer!

This is how the warrior sang and stomped through the desert. And her mood was positive. Why should he be minor?

But here again the unrest is visible. The elves received a signal that the orcs were approaching. And they lined up in a semicircle. Half of the riders were elves. Beautiful girls, almost naked, but covered with precious jewelry.

They were clearly ready for a fight to the death.

Agripina stamped her bare, strong foot. And a heavy bow appeared in her hands. A big one, into which you can put a considerable number of arrows.

The girl, or rather the female hero, sang:

Clouds came from the bloodsuckers,

Hell has broken out from the Earth not far away!

The snake crawls panzvale, rattlesnake,

The clouds are lit up with blood!

The waves are blazing, they're splashing like a hellish storm,

And he will meet an army of the bravest daredevils!

We will protect beautiful sweet women,

We will be worthy of the exploits of our fathers!

My earth, how painfully you moaned,

The adversary left a hundred traces of wounds!

But let's throw off the orcs, once we're off the pedestal,

The pestilence of dashing years will not last long!

And death is already turning white behind the clouds,

But our thoughts rush to heaven!

Let us trample the notorious villains into dust,

And, you know, we"ll tear the orcs in half!

We do not know peace and old age rots,

We are the children of our holy Motherland!

Everything bright fought with bears,

We are shoots of these mighty roots!

And that evil bomb exploded with force,

What do we care about the explosion of a shell, this thunder!

Elfi fighters are capable of many things,

And for the Fuhrer, the top will become the bottom!

Hell of the underworld, the inferno flared up,

Crawling along the rockade with the barrel of a predatory "Tiger"!

And all the fatigue instantly flew away from us,

The time for fun games is over!

A grenade in my hand, a fatal throw,

The Tiger got hit hard in the snout!

And the Fuhrer into the boiler in the Tartar boiler room,

So that the world does not reveal itself to the elves!

The bear is shaking from the furious volleys,

Here the flag flies over the Reichstag of the Elves!

And the Sun burned over the Fatherland,

After all, the Orc Reich has been reduced to dust and ashes!

Agripina sang, and the other slave girls and the elves took up the song. Everything looked very cool and simply amazing.

And the slave girls had bows in their hands, and a couple even had crossbows. And they pulled the string and began to shoot arrows. They rushed in an arc and punched through the advancing orcs.

These animals, shaggy and smelly, rushed into battle with wild and frenzied fury.

This really was a battle. The elves, almost naked, were shooting from bows. And the male elves used more powerful and lethal crossbows.

They threw out bolts with great force. Which spun and pierced the orcs climbing to attack. And they dealt crushing blows to them.

One of the elves, wearing a precious crown, roared:

- In the holy war, there will be our victory! Elven flag forward - glory to the fallen heroes!

And so she released a large arrow, pulling the bowstring with her bare foot.

And again, as it roars:

- Nothing can stop us! No one will defeat us!

And the elves, together with the female slaves, pelted the orcs with arrows. And they were completely covered. This was their very aggressive panorama of combat operations.

The warriors turned out to be simply super, demonstrating phenomenal and incomprehensible strength.

Then again songs of glamorous and very playful people.

There is nothing truer than a coin

She truly shines without falsehood!

In fact, the doubloon is the ruler of the world,

His support is a strong sword and shield!

The pagan gods are hidden in it,

Like the sun, the radiant golden face...

Although there are still parasitic bandits,

Who started trading their souls!

The coin is an idol and an archangel,

He is the savior, the destroyer of all.

Without gold, the hired damask steel languishes,

Without money, success in battle will not come!

But what do you want, man's heart,

I want to buy you immortality...

To greedily open the door to bliss,

To weave a thread of centuries of life!

But can a doubloon get that too?

Can a golden circle dream?

So that the old man with a scythe does not come with greetings,

And he didn"t put a stamp on his forehead at the morgue!

Even though you need a lot of happiness for a coin,

May we indulge in sin to our heart's content!

But man has no power over passion,

Girls are to him like millet to a rooster!

He wants to get a lot to the belly,

Eat pheasants, poods of pineapples.

Although you can"t eat until you die,

Even if you are extremely cool with money!

And the coffin, it even costs too much,

Because there is room for kings in it!

After all, the angel will draw a zero on the form,

A blow to the forehead and a stick to the brain!

Female warriors, of course, are not inferior in battle. And so, when the orcs, having suffered heavy losses, broke into the battle range, the beauties used their swords.

Albina smiled. Two swords immediately appeared in her hands. She waved them, spun the mill, cut off a couple of orc heads and hissed:

- You ran into the wrong one!

And then, with her bare heel, she took and kicked the orc general in the chin. He fell down like a bag of sand. And his broken jaw began to rain down his teeth. And it all looked so beautiful and cool. What the girls sang in chorus with colossal enthusiasm:

I ask, Lord, that the day does not fade away,

May the girl's gaze be forever young!

So that our knight soars above the rocks,

So that the cover of the lakes is clearer than crystal!

What a beautiful world God has created,

They ate silver in it, and the maple was ruby!

I'm looking for a girlfriend, God's ideal -

To do this, he chopped down enemies in battles!

Why is the young man"s heart so heavy?

What does he want to find in this world?

Why is the oar broken?

How to solve a tangle of big problems?

I want, God, to be happy too,

Find your heavenly dream!

So that the thread of luck does not break,

To put a line under the path, a ballast line!

But what should I look for in a measure without love,

What could be more valuable to a girl?

It is difficult to build happiness on blood,

You can only swim along it into the inferno of hell!

Separation is torture for me

War is still such a nightmare!

Here's his foot in the stirrup, saddled the horse,

Although the evil orc, the executioner raised his ax!

They take our daughters away,

They torture them and burn their bodies with fire!

But we will inflict defeat on the Fuhrer,

Know that our Elf never died!

Let's get married after the evil war,

Then the kids will laugh!

They are all blood relatives to me,

I'm hunting, there will be fat game!

And the oak, like an emerald, its foliage,

He said - the guy did a great job!

Let your conscience be clear as crystal,

But only the positives in the balance will be numbers!

These are the singers here, these amazing and unique girls. Which, if they started to fight, then the shaggy bears could not resist them.

Agripina, grinning her little face, hissed, cutting off a couple more heads of the orcs with her swords:

- I can do anything, and you will see it!

Then she moved her bare foot into the groin of an officer, one of the aggressive and shaggy bears. And she really took him and beat his balls. This girl really was a superman.

And against this, any army of shaggy bears will probably be powerless.

Agripina grinned and put her fingers in her mouth. And she blew with all her might. A terrible, aggressive, scraping sound was heard. It was as if skin had been torn from the air.

And several hundred huge vultures circling over the battlefield suffered a heart attack and fell down like hailstones. And their sharp beaks began to pierce the skulls of the creeping orcs and split bones. And, literally, knocking out the brains.

Agripina performed a butterfly maneuver with her swords, cut off several heads of these big gang bears and roared:

- I'm cool, I can control everything,

It's clear, it's clear!

And the whole earth trembles,

Crushing them with my bare heel!

After which the orcs, unable to bear it, turned to mass flight. The girls and elves rushed to pursue them, and at the same time, performing a fighting and aggressive song;

The nightmare always comes like a snake

You"re not expecting him, but he crawls through the door!

You are happy, generously fed family,

You don"t know that there are people who are beasts!

Now the raid of the dashing horde has begun,

The Tatars are showering us with arrows!

But we were born for a brave feat,

And we will endure cruel blows!

Nobody knows if God is good

The man has become so cruel!

Death is already knocking on the threshold with its fist -

And Wezelbub stuck his horns out of the heat!

Yes, these are the times of ancient ancestors,

Which we got into so cool!

That's not what my dream was about,

This is not what we were going to, through the distant mountains!

But if you find yourself in hell,

Or rather, in a world of pain, slavery, battle!

I'll still keep hope,

Let your heart beat out all the rhythms!

But trials are our chain,

Which will not allow thoughts to be easy!

And if necessary, you must endure,

And if you shout, then at the top of your lungs!

A poet, he is a songwriter and a rogue,

But not on a hot battlefield!

The vile enemies of the Fatherland will die,

They will be buried quickly and free of charge!

Now take it and bow to Christ,

Cross yourself, kissing the face of the icon!

I believe I will tell people the truth,

The Lord will give us a peculium as a reward!

DARTH VADER VS SATAN

Darth Vader's flagship battleship, resembling a huge iron, was approaching planet Earth. Behind him moved other ships bringing death to the galaxy and the stunning foundations of the universe from one anti-world to another. Angular, space empire of the Sith. And next to them, streamlined, similar to predatory piranhas - the totalitarian formation of Stelzanat.

A two-meter-tall masked thug with broad shoulders and large horns on his helmet rumbled fiercely:

- You can't escape, Luke Skywalker! Either you or me, but both of us have no place in the galaxy!

Not inferior to Darth Vader in height and shoulder width, the curvaceous and athletic Lyra Velimara actively shook her magnificent bust. The combat suit on the girl general was absolutely transparent and did not hide a single feature of her muscular, girlish body. The warrior's bronze skin was impeccably smooth, and her nipples sparkled in the spotlight like rubies.

Darth Vader looked at the beauty with a greedy gaze. The two-star general of Stelzan (a space empire so bloodthirsty and prone to conquest that, compared to its background, the power of the black Sith is an innocent baby!), looked defiantly sexy.

But what can he do, an unfortunate invalid? Use a cybernetic prosthesis?

Lyra, intercepting his thoughts, said in a victorious tone:

- Don"t despair, my friend... There is Solomon"s ring on Earth, which has such powerful magic that compared to it, Luke Skywalker"s power is just a stream of cigarette smoke!

Darth Vader, violently releasing air from under his mask, croaked:

- Will I be able to get myself a real, living body?

Lyra, whose balls of muscle were rolling dashingly under her bronze skin, said with a laugh:

- Jinns and ifrits can do anything! This is power over the universe!

Darth Vader sang out of tune:

- Yes, the unfortunate universe is frozen,

There are countless evil genies!

Solomon's hated ring -

Launched and slashed the head!

But know that Vader is certainly not a pawn,

And you can"t walk under the yoke forever...

Turns evil enemies into firebrands,

He will become the ruler of the worlds!

Lyra danced in response and pointed her elegant, long and sharp finger at the blue ball:

- Here comes the Earth!

The beautiful athlete sang loudly:

- The earth is in the porthole, the earth is in the porthole, the earth is visible in the porthole... We aimed the blasters, measured the distance, and we will burn the man"s house to the ground!

However, the aliens rejoiced too early. The news that dozens of large warships appeared, emerging from the darkness of space in Earth's orbit, caused severe panic among all the fears and governments of the blue planet. Alien starships with thousands of military weapons and numerous emitters made an irresistible impression on people.

Fifty ships - twenty-five imperial and twenty-five Stelzanat.

Hellish power over the Earth... And for some reason people didn"t really believe that the aliens came in peace.

Lyra Velimara suggested to Darth Vader:

- Let me read out an appeal to earthlings!

The black lord was indignant at this passage:

- And why you? We have an equal number of ships!

The beautiful girl shook her powerful, bullish neck and giggled:

- Yes, when they see your face they will be scared...

Darth Vader roared deafeningly, his voice choking like tigers in a noose:

- And we must scare the earthlings! Let them immediately raise their paws up!

Lyra Velimara, who already had experience in the destruction and conquest of the planet earth, giggled and remarked:

- It's time, it's time, on the radio - Boyarsky spoke... With his drunken voice - he scared the whole world!

The black lord rushed towards the hologram, trying to grab the control scanner. Lyra grabbed Darth by the mask with her playful little toes and threw him away, the thug. Vader's battle suit grunted loudly and sparked.

And the bronze harpy Lyra laughed:

- Don"t you know, you dork, that a lady should be let in first!

The hyperion guns of the Stelzanat Empire brought down their incinerating fire on the satellites spinning in the earth's orbit and other products of human activity.

And then Lira Velimara herself appeared. It appeared immediately on all screens, even turned off TVs and computer monitors. She appeared naked and beautiful, with four cybernetic pins in her hair, spewing charm and the magic of annihilation. A true deity in the universe of brute force!

The radiant vixen began to squeal like a nightingale:

- Earthlings! We are not going to conquer your miserable little world. You are too far from us to measure the empire by the location of a large garrison. - The girl"s sapphire, topaz and emerald eyes flashed furiously, or even blazed, like the rays of a hyperlaser. And the voice became much colder. - We will trivially disintegrate you into quarks, and with the help of a hypermagogravitator we will send your souls to the underworld, to eternal hellish torment!

This sounded scary, but the fact that such nonsense was conveyed by a naked and very appetizing woman caused not so much horror as laughter!

At this moment, a threatening face in a black mask appeared and roared through the hyper-titanium gills:

- In short, give us the Ring of Solomon before we completely destroy you!

Lyra shook her tanned chest, hissing:

- Annihilating is very painful!

Darth Vader added, shaking his fist in which the red glowing sword was tightly gripped:

- And we castrate without anesthesia!

Some on planet Earth laughed, some cried, and some began to experience nervous colic. And only one person on the blue moon felt genuine joy within himself. Turkish President Erdogan slowly approached the mirror. And he showed himself the fig. I admired the sparkling stone that so harmoniously adorned the index finger of my right hand.

The heir to the Ottoman sultans roared:

- Do you want the Ring of Solomon? Why not give the wigwams a German one as well?

Darth Vader, seeing through the holographic images the overly cheerful reaction of the earthlings, croaked:

- We need to announce an ultimatum to the people!

Lira Velimara hatched zenks sparkling with all the colors of the rainbow:

- What kind of thing is this?

Darth Vader, with a triumphant tone in his bottomless wells of eyes, explained:

- This is an international word. Annihilation guaranteed!

Lyra giggled and remarked, releasing sparks from her long, monatomically sharpened nails:

- Oh boys! Only flesh can be annihilated... And Magogravity will be even cooler!

Darth Vader turned on all the grav-magic emitters with new, amazing power. And he began to deafeningly attack the beluga.

And what a voice the black lord had, even his armor became white-hot:

- Ultimatum! Ultimatum! I will erase you into an annihilator!

Lira Velimara rocked her magnificent bust and twirled her luxurious hips. At the same time she squealed, remembering earthly folklore:

- Russian mafia, you gave birth to death! Vodka with hydrogen ruined men's penises! And we have cosmic sabantuya power!

And the warriors of the great Stelzanat will sing:

- We are not pathetic insects - super ninja turtles... Guns - Cheburashka's ears - we will burn everyone like a blotter!

The space aliens put forward an ultimatum, but there was no effect. And then Lira Velimara suggested:

- Let's take it cool... Let's chat in BASIC?

Darth Vader, for all his stupidity - what can you take from the brain, without hyperplasmic recharge, rumbled:

- Is this when aggressive negotiations are carried out using a lightsaber?

Lyra winked and pushed the checkered horse-headed dog away with her bare foot. The mixture of a chessboard, a knight, and a crocodile squealed and spun its top offendedly. The girl-general stuck her foot in such a way that the hot ultraplasm tickled her bare heel, and roared, shaking her seven-colored head:

- No, handsome! Instead of a lightsaber, we'll throw a thermoquark bomb!

Darth Vader stuck out his long, snake-like tongue, obtained by cloning, and ran it along the salty edges of his mask. And it sincerely screeches like a broken internal combustion engine:

- I love thermoquark bombs, and thermopreon bombs even more!

Lyra grimaced capriciously and again moved her foot, this time on the cat covered with nettle leaves:

- You don"t know how to cook with preon!

The black lord responded logically:

- If you don"t know how, we"ll teach you, if you don"t want to, we"ll force you!

Lyra shook her paw that had been knocked against the soldier"s jaw:

- Hyperplasma destruction! One thermoquark projectile!

A blue wave flared sluggishly from the wide barrel of the gravity cannon. A small rocket, the size of a regular watermelon, rushed to the surface of planet Earth.

Lyra Velimara galloped like a dragonfly, and several naked warriors of Stelzanath were with her.

Darth Vader bristled his mask with a goofy grin.

- And what will happen now?

But the annihilation shot is not even visible to radars - the speed of the photon emitted by the star is prohibitive!

Vladimir Putin never had time to learn about the attack. Sometimes ignorance is the last act of mercy of the Almighty.

Hyperplasma Gehenna swallowed up the Supreme Commander-in-Chief of the most powerful army on planet Earth. Millions of people evaporated, turning into plasma and hyperplasm, before they could realize the catastrophe that had occurred.

Petals bloomed with hundreds of thousands of tongues of deadly annihilation, each with its own unique hue, and a dynamic pattern of destruction.

The giant brown fungus rose to a height of more than 500 kilometers, and the blast wave, having flown around the globe several times, broke out all the windows even in the United States. The glow engulfed the entire ionosphere, in all its immeasurable multitude of colors and inflorescences. The shock caused gigantic tsunami waves to rise. More than two hundred meters of water covered all continents, sinking tens of thousands of ships. Power lines were knocked out, cities were plunged into darkness, only interrupted here and there by the fiery spots of fires.

From now on, a new era has begun on planet Earth. The Hour of the Dragon has reigned.

In response to the demonic streams of hyperenergy, Solomon's ring received a strong discharge.

Erdogan felt the power of many hundreds of thousands of jinn entering him. The President of Turkey immediately blushed and began to swell. An ordinary man with small cockroach antennae (giving him a resemblance to Adolf Hitler!) grows like an avalanche rolling down Everest.

The civilian suit of the Ottoman dictator burst, and his muscles began to grow by leaps and bounds. And now Edrogan"s broadening shoulders rested against the vault of the ancient Sultan"s palace.

For some time, the swelling bubble continued to expand until, finally, the marble walls collapsed. Numerous Turkish bodyguards were scattered in different directions. And the half-naked slave girls from the harem of the Ottoman dictator, frightenedly kicking their bare legs, scattered or crawled away if they were unlucky enough to be crushed.

And Edrogan kept growing, like a superman in size. The buildings of the Turkish capital Ankara flattened under his boots. The Ottoman dictator is already taller than Everest. And from the starships of Stalzanat and the Black Sith Empire, its towering silhouette is very clearly visible.

Lira Velimara cooed lustfully:

-What a huge guy... He has dignity - probably great!

Darth Vader, tapping his mask so that the image on it became blurred, hoarsely, croaked:

- This is a colossus with feet of clay!

Lyra released a couple of lightning bolts from her eyes and cooed:

- And apparently the voice must be angelic! - Followed by a wink, characteristic of an extremely expensive prostitute. - Sing a flower, don"t be ashamed!

And the Turkish dictator Edrogan continued to swell rapidly, like an inflatable bubble. And what is most dangerous, a long and also rapidly growing sword appeared in his hands.

Edrogan is already a thousand nautical miles tall and this is not the limit. And how muscular the Turkish dictator has become - huge muscles literally bulge and shake - anyone, even the most toned bodybuilder, will envy them.

And his sword sparkles like stars that are intertwined into the inflorescence of an invincible treasure.

And the teeth of the Turkish President are lengthening, turning into very sharp, sinuous fangs of a rocket vampire. And the freshly baked hero begins to swing his gigantic sword.

Lyra Velimara screams deafeningly:

- A thermoquark charge on the Fuhrer... Ugh, fire on the Turkish Sultan!

Darth Vader tapped the large, gold-plated control joystick with his glove and growled ironically:

- Why not Hyperplasma! Fire is already an outdated earthly expression!

Lira Velimara will knock her graceful, girlish legs, bare, pink soles on the metal floor:

- Give me a thermal eruption! Anti-pulsar bugs!

And the thermoquark rockets, leaving behind them a trail of fire and wide as a bride"s tail, rushed towards Edrogan, swollen from the great multitude of spirits and genies who had entered into it.

The Ottoman dictator, whose size was already comparable to the Moon, swung his cosmic sword. And the starship of the Sith Empire - the missile cruiser "Baboon" - broke apart under a terrible blow. Hyperplasma fragments splashed... And something incredible and phasmogoric began to fall.

And at the same time quite trivial - since the clone soldiers died quite prosaically. Showing no more emotions than biorobots. But their commander Santa, not being a clone, was clearly nervous. And he remembered how many slaves he had secretly sold to the Khathams. Well, now the hell of the anti-universe and the torment of the dark side of the force awaited him!

Thermoquark missiles ram Erdogan. Each of them carried the energy of one hundred billion atomic bombs dropped on Hiroshima. And the mighty, muscular torso of the Ottoman dictator was covered with ulcers and flashes of exploding ultranuclear bombs.

Lira Velimara ran her bare foot over her graceful nose and squeaked:

- Of course not! I want wine - a pack of Camel cigarettes!

Darth Vader put his clawed paw on the girl's bare, muscular back and, running over it, said in a nasal voice:

- Sobriety is the norm!

Lyra kneed the black lord's would-be opponent in the jaw and buzzed:

- Order, first of all!

Despite the fact that enough charges were pierced into Erdogan to destroy the Moon, with Mercury in addition, the Ottoman Sultan grew even more in size. He now truly resembled a huge fairy-tale efreet. And his sword actively sought victims among the ships of Stelzanath and the Sith Empire.

Darth Vader, looking at how thermoquark missiles did not cause the slightest harm to this mastodon from a fairy tale, and the superlaser perhaps even fueled Erdogan"s power, suggested to Lyra:

- Maybe we can combine our efforts?

The naked beauties from the Stelzan empire did not quite understand the black lord:

- How? We are already united!

Barely covered by a bikini, General Astara, this fleshy warrior girl offered her version:

- Let's throw a thermal preon charge at him!

Darth Vader, in whom the curiosity of a researcher and scientist of the dark side of the force had awakened, asked through his mask, wheezing:

- Is this a weapon based on the preon fusion process?

Astara, arching her torso consisting of nothing but muscles and tendons, bowed low to the black lord:

- Oh yes, my lord! This reaction allows the rocket to use energy equal to 1000 pentatons. Or ten, no, one hundred trillion atomic bombs dropped on Hiroshima!

The lively mind of the black lord made an instant calculation and Darth Vader whistled in surprise:

- Wow! From such an explosion, even the planet Jupiter will crumble into quarks!

For some reason, Lira Velimara did not share this optimism too much:

- Planet Earth will burn from such an impact. All life within the solar system will be destroyed!

Darth Vader looked at the space battle. Erdogan tried to cut apart the combat hyperion battleship Stelzanat, which looked like a carnivorous piranha. He, using his phenomenal maneuverability, desperately tried to avoid defeat.

However, hyperion cannons and superlager batteries turned out to be completely useless against Erdogan"s ultramagoplasmic flesh. The energy of billions of genies accumulated in it, and the speed exceeded light.

That was a nimble armadillo, it cut like a sausage with a knife. And at the same time, huge sparks flying hundreds of miles away flew out.

The Ottoman dictator roared deafeningly:

- Banzai! You will have a coffin design!

Darth Vader, estimating the distance, remarked with genuine alarm:

- If the thermal preon charge explodes, then we ourselves will be blown apart like a torch of butterflies!

Lira Velimara shyly winked at the black lord and said confidently:

- Don't be afraid, my dark terminator! Thermopreon has a cumulative attack!

Lord Vader waved his hand hopelessly.

- Okay, shoot! In the meantime, I will collect all the dark sides of the force!

Erdogan, which included all seventy-two tribes of fairy spirits, soared above the Earth.

The Sultan of Turkey was twice the diameter of the Moon in its length and simply sparkled with demonic and phenomenal power. Such a battle is now raging in space. Erdogan's sword takes off faster than lightning and smashes the desperately firing starships.

Even semi-annihilation particles are completely useless against such simply savage power of the genies. The grand destroyer of the space empire, caught in the tip of the blade, blazed with a yellow-blue flame and did not even leave behind any fragments.

But Lira Velimara pulled out her "trump card" from her sleeve - a thermal preon rocket. Thermopreon is capable of releasing energy 7 quadrillion times greater than a thermonuclear reaction when fully released.

The cumulative thermal preon charge is a little weaker, but it focuses destruction incomparably more accurately. And now the princess-plasma blot is thrown out from the belly of the flagship battleship.

This is exactly what a controlled and intelligently guided thermopreon fusion-based rocket looks like outside the box. It does not have stable matter, so it is almost impossible to knock it down. But at the same time, the charge chooses its own target.

The plasma blob scares Erdogan. He hesitates to dodge, but the ultra-advanced substance turned out to be more agile. And like a spider, the hypernuclear bomb attached itself to the mighty torso of the newly created king and emperor of the genies!

Lyra Velimara clasped her paws hotly and sang:

- We'll tear you apart! Let's break it down into quarks!

Erdogan, as powerful as Hercules, was severely distorted, and he bent over like a gutta-percha ball in half.

A supernova exploded. Several nearby starships of Stalzanat and the Sith Empire were thrown back, the hyperplasmic shaft burned the platforms and trunks of a great many batteries. Crushed many clones and beautiful Amazon girls from the Stelzan empire.

Erdogan himself spun, twirled and... Became even bigger and scarier. The second sword, like the sprout of a carnivorous parasitic plant, made its way into his right hand.

And the dictator of the Ottoman Empire laughed deafeningly:

- Oh, you pathetic space aliens.... You are just servants of Shaitan, and in fact, Shaitan is my servant!

Meanwhile, a tornado was raging on planet Earth. The waves of the world's oceans instantly warmed up from the hypernuclear flash and boiled with steep boiling water, scalding all living things. And forests and high-rise buildings burst into flames.

One hundred trillion Hiroshimas blazing from a distance of lunar orbit is no joke! And the fire that engulfed the entire Earth literally burned it through to the underworld.

A bright, frantic glow of light flashed in Washington's place, then a colossal purple-brown flower appeared. Seven hyperplasmic petals separated from the dazzling bud, soaring into the sky-high heights. They shone for ten seconds with all the colors of the rainbow, and then, instantly dimming, fell off, leaving only gigantic purple-red sparks floating in the stratosphere.

In the blink of an eye, tens, hundreds of millions of people burned, scattering with elementary particles. Those who were further away were blinded and burned like living torches. The fire painfully consumed human flesh. People's skin peeled off, their hair turned to dust, their skulls were charred. The blast wave, as if like an accordion, folded skyscrapers, burying alive many who had recently been so lively and carefree individuals in hot concrete graves.

A team of blond, half-naked Texas schoolchildren were kicking a ball, and a gravity wave passed through them, leaving only ashen silhouettes on the burnt grass. Poor boys, what did they think about at the last moment: maybe they called their mother, or one of the heroes of the movies, countless computer games.

The girl returning from the store with a basket passed into the next world, smiling, without even having time to scream. The child simply scattered into photons and only by a miracle the surviving ribbon of the bow swirled in the atmospheric whirlwind. The people, white and colored, hidden in the subway were crushed like flies under pressure, those who were flying on the plane at that time were thrown out of the stratosphere by the tornadoes of Gehenna, and this is an even worse and slower death... When in the chilling vacuum devouring the remaining air by a predatory piranha , people bang their heads against the duralumin walls, and their eyes fall out of their sockets. Tongues emanating with bloody saliva fall out, and broken teeth spill out like peas.

Death equalized the poor man and the billionaire, the senator and the prisoner, the movie star and the garbage man. It seemed that millions of souls were screaming into the sky, the world turned upside down and perhaps for the first time people felt how thin the thread of life was and how much they needed each other. Mother and child suffocated under the rubble, clinging to each other with such force that all the forces of the underworld could not tear them off.

Even the semi-mechanical monster Darth Vader, imbued to the brim with the dark side of force, felt the pain and suffering of billions of those who perished on earth.

And in desperation he called to himself all the fibers and masses of the phenomenal manifestation of the dark side of the force.

Lira Velimara supported him in this matter and extended a strong hand to the black lord. They merged mentally. Their bioplasmic fields instantly mixed, the feminine and masculine principles united together, forming a union of theoplasmic forces.

And after which a colossal hypergraviomagical collapse arose, carrying out stunning, literally super-fantastic transformations.

The surviving starships of the space empire and Stelzanat began to gather into one whole, like balls of mercury. They rapidly merged, pressed into princeps-plasma plasticine, creating a single and monolithic whole.

Particles swirled throughout space, converging like sawdust in an induction coil. And then, at the site of the flagship starship of the Sith Empire, a machine-gun burst of photo-blitz-like flashes followed, and after which a huge man appeared.

His figure was strange. The torso and legs are like Lyra Velimara - naked and seductive, but the head, shoulders and arms are covered in the black battle suit of Darth Vader.

The result was a terrifying hybrid: the lord of dark forces, a warrior from the SS troops Stelzanat Velimara. Moreover, the size of the thug is the diameter of Venus. Such a monster was born, and was created by an extreme manifestation of hypergravity magic.

Two lightsabers flashed in Darth-Lyra's hands: red and purple. Both weapons glowed and sparkled very brightly and intensely. Half vixen girl, half cybernetic organism moved towards Erdogan.

Under the graceful, bare, girlish legs, the vacuum rumbled deafeningly. It seemed that this monster was simply marching through a minefield, where the explosives were invisible, but this made them even more destructive.

The Turkish dictator, also swollen with the diameter of Venus, walked towards his counterpart. They drew closer, and under one"s bare, girlish legs, and the other under high boots, the emptiness rumbled like a million thunders!

Darth Vader and Lyra in one bottle, saluted Erdogan with a sword.

The Ottoman dictator only barked in response:

- No mercy to the enemy!

Darth Vader replied in a deep voice:

- Repetition of mother - boars!

And their swords with a wild roar, the eruptions of a billion Krakatoa volcanoes crossed. And the vacuum shuddered. Quarks danced in the vortices of the ether.

Erdogan, feeling that his flesh, woven by their numerous hordes of evil and good spirits, shuddered from the blow, roared:

- Wu Shaitan! You are strong!

Darth Vader continued his attack and barked:

- And I have never been weak!

A hybrid of a black lord and a warrior vixen attacked Erdogan. And although his opponent was not inferior in strength and speed, but in the art of fencing, of course the Turkish president could not compare, with a warrior who was trained by the best warriors and swordsmen in the galaxy - the Jedi.

Lyra's voice was already heard. This hellish girl was also not poorly trained. Since there were no men in their empire, the girls were born in cybernetic wombs. They were taught to kill and fight even when an embryo was formed in a nutrient medium with the help of computer programs.

"What, the son of a Turkish citizen doesn"t like this kind of reception!"

And the princeps plasma sword slashed across Erdogan"s well-fed mug. The cut mustache of the Ottoman dictator fell down, spun in the vortexes of the ether, and began to tear into pieces, collapsing like a whole bunch of annihilation bombs. And blood poured from the severed cheek. Moreover, in every drop, genies and witches with brooms splashed.

The Turkish dictator tried to answer, but Darth Vader very deftly ducked under the curved scimitar sword and himself struck the enemy on the side, cutting off a whole layer of muscle from the enemy. Erdogan roared even louder and attacked again.

Darth Vader parried the swing, and Lyra's bare foot struck his opponent square in the groin.

Erdogan croaked painfully, and with a wild groan in which squeaky notes were felt, he croaked:

- Now you're finished, little man!

Darth Vader accelerated his attack and chanted as he attacked:

- But the end is not the end yet! The end is just the beginning!

And so he carries out his signature move, with the help of which Count Duco was defeated. The cut down hand, along with the sword, hangs in a rush of vacuum. And then it also starts to tear. It was as if reusable, jet, launchers were jammed in one place - emitting supernovae.

Erdogan, his eyes bulging from unbearable pain, retreated and crashed his head into the Moon.

The satellite of planet Earth was deformed from the impact, wide cracks covered it, and an active eruption of magma began. The moon began to resemble a badly beaten face. Lyra again kicked Erdogan under the knee, and Vader"s sword from the defenseless side caught his shoulder, cutting off a thick piece of meat and muscle.

The Ottoman dictator was already clearly swimming, his only surviving sword flew in a wide amplitude, but the tip of the black lord"s red sword pierced straight into the enemy"s hands. Then a clear turn and another severed paw of Erdogan falls down to begin exploding with annihilation and magical firecrackers.

The Ottoman dictator is disarmed, and his last desperate attempt, like a dragon, is to burst into flames.

It was like a trillion flamethrowers hit at once. And the plasma eruption flooded almost the entire solar system. Waves of frenzied flame rushed to the orbit of Pluto in a couple of seconds. Darth Vader's mask and hands survived, but Lyra's bare, girlish heels were completely scorched.

The girl-general screamed in pain - the fire severely scorched the sole, even large blisters swelled at once on the burnt and blackened female feet and legs. It came to my knees...

But Darth Vader, with a professional movement, in a jump and with a turn of the body and a converging movement of the swords, demolished the large, horned head of the Ottoman President Erdogan.

The huge head, no smaller than the Moon, of the great warrior and ruler rolled away, and thick blue lips whispered:

- It's all over!

Then there was an explosion, so deafening, destructive and huge that everything that happened before was pitiful as a match against the background of a hydrogen bomb tested in space. Streams of annihilation hyperplasma flooded space from the Sun, then Afla-centauri and Sirius...

UNHAPPY BOY

There lived one boy, he was still small, but deeply unhappy. At school he was bullied and persecuted, at home his parents were always busy and scolded him for bad grades, and even beat him with a belt for failing him. And everyone treated him like a fool, mentally retarded, a coward - they bullied and beat him.

The boy got tired of this and decided to leave his evil city and away from the hated school, wherever his eyes look.

The boy was still small and naive. He thought that only in his city did such evil people live, and especially children, while in other cities everyone was good and kind. And it cannot be otherwise, because they are excitedly repeating to the square TV box that their country is the most humane, kind, beautiful and best in the world. That in his country all the children are happy or will definitely become happy, and the party and its great leader will lead to communism - when everyone gets what they want.

And the beaten and harassed boy sincerely thought that the children at school were so cruel and evil that they were recruited by the CIA and Mossad, that it was the fault of the fat-bellied bourgeoisie of America that there were empty shelves in the city and people were standing in long lines. That everything was fine if it weren"t for the bourgeoisie and saboteurs who cross borders at night. That it is their fault that potatoes rot and children"s teeth hurt. And apparently injections were also invented to torment people in the USA.

But it could happen that evil rules in all the cities of his vast Motherland, that evil CIA agents seduce and spoil all the children, teaching them to fight and beat the lying person.

No, it should be found in the best and most humane country in the world, a city where everyone is kind and smiles at each other and you can safely extend your hand to shake it without fear that a pin hidden between your fingers will stick into it.

The boy firmly believed in this, that there were still kind and peaceful cities. And he, having difficulty waiting for the first, warm days of spring, secretly from his parents raked everything out of the refrigerator. And there weren"t so many products in the most humane, rich, kind and peace-loving country in the world. I stuffed my bag and backpack with this, first shaking out the textbooks and notebooks because they created additional heaviness and... Every now and then, looking around cowardly, I opened the door and ran out into the street.

The boy was always afraid to go out into his own yard. It seemed to him that there he would definitely be beaten, maimed, humiliated, spat on, or something worse. But it"s still an early spring morning, everyone is going to school, there is a chance to slip past the yard hooligans and move on. From this quarter, where he became an outcast and a laughing stock, to where they still don"t know him. Where he is just a five-foot-tall fair-haired boy with a tall cap.

Why are people so angry? What did he do to them that they hate him so fiercely? And what do they have to do with hatred, in the most humane, kind, humane and fair country not on Earth? What did he do to them? Have you insulted, slandered, humiliated, spat on or betrayed anyone?

Didn't he tell everyone that they should be kind, sympathetic, and help each other? That fighting is bad, and the weak need to be helped? But for this they still considered everyone a fool, a weakling, a moron... and some other complex and incomprehensible word - a pacifist?

But strangely, isn"t this what all children"s fairy tales, books, and television taught? Shouldn"t people be exactly like this: sublimely noble, prone to self-sacrifice, standing up for each other like a mountain. Isn't man a brother to man? Isn't the true meaning of life to do good?

So why, in reality, what was taught in books, in movies, and even in computer science lessons is refuted? It is considered stupid, ridiculous, funny, bad!

Why do our children and his peers have so much anger and hatred, unwillingness to listen to their conscience, desire for violence and destruction? Where does education and the cult of good deeds go in their most humane and humane power in the world? In a power that helps and protects the oppressed in all parts of the globe. Which saves blacks, Indians, and everyone who is in trouble and ill from hunger and natural disasters.

They called out to the boy... He felt fear. Now they will catch you and start torturing you.

He pretended not to hear and quickened his pace.

In response, a wild roar:

- Stop the brake! We will kill you!

The wild frenzy in his voice is striking, so much hatred towards him? For what? What did you do to them? And they hate him, the one who always spoke about goodness, about friendship, about mercy, just as they would not hate the unfaithful, the one who would slaughter their own mother.

But the boy had already made a decision to leave this city, not to go to this damned, hated school anymore. Escape from this hellish cesspool and find some other, kind, clean, friendly city. After all, it may be that in his most humane country there were no such cities.

The boy was very afraid that they would catch up with him, clumsy and weak, and hit him on the neck, so that he would not be able to leave. But there is also a bus. You just need to jump into it, then the hooligan and bandit will fall behind.

This time the boy was lucky, and at the very last moment he managed to jump onto the closing step of the bus. The door squeezed his thin, childish hand, fortunately not too much, and he managed to hold on to the backpack filled with food.

Bus travel in those days still cost a meager amount, and it was unprofitable in a small town to also pay a salary to the conductor. Moreover, people are honest and they don"t mind four kopecks. A couple of peers couldn"t catch up with the boy and took out their anger on a trash can. They kicked him brutally, as if the iron was to blame for the fact that the desired prey escaped. And the boy drove and prayed to the Lord God (who, by the way, as they were taught, does not exist at all!), so that the door would open quickly and he would free his hand.

Finally, the next stop, your hand is free and you can sit down on the seat and take a breath. The further the boy moved away from his hated yard, the calmer his soul became. Where they don"t know, it"s safer.

Although perhaps another boy, on the contrary, in his place, would dream of being closer to home, searching for protection within its impregnable walls. But the courtyard of the house always aroused fear in the boy. Even in his sleep he had nightmares about his hellish, ruthless peers. The boy tried to walk outside as little as possible. After lessons, I ran as fast as I could to the locker room in order to make it before my hateful, cruel-hearted peers came out and began to mock me, or even beat me right away. The boy found consolation only in books. There was no computer, no Internet, not even on TV - only three channels, where at best they show excellent pioneers, or a singing choir - how good it is to live in their most humane country in the world. And at worst, boring reports from the fields and constant battles for the harvest. And only once a week, on Sunday, you could watch, strictly according to the limit, some interesting feature film or program while visiting a fairy tale.

And the boy loved to bury himself in books, drawing from them the sublime, noble and fabulous.

And often in class, if he wasn"t too bothered by his peers spitting from a pipe or shooting rubber bands, he also thought about a fairy-tale, kind world. About the fact that when communism is finally built, there will be universal, universal brotherhood.

And then children from Alpha Centauri, Sirius, Ursa Major, the constellation Sagittarius, will unite together. And smiling broadly, they hold hands. For example, children from the constellation Pisces have heads covered with silver scales and golden, sparkling fins. And in the Sagittarius Constellation they are probably similar to the Centaurs.

Everything is very peaceful and beautiful. They give each other gifts and sing songs. There is no enmity, no malice, no one will put a button or a dead frog under the other"s ass.

If only communism would come sooner, and let the hated CIA, which entangled the whole world in a web of hatred and taught our Soviet children to hate goodness, perish and be destroyed! It was the Americans who gave birth to the nightmares of war from the extermination of the Indians to Afghanistan. In their radio voices they drive people crazy and force them to raise their hands, brother against brother, inspiring hatred from the cradle!

The bus slowly glides along the route. It's May outside, morning - the day is just beginning. Yes, the boy is not afraid of the dark. On the contrary, when it is dark there is a greater chance of slipping unnoticed past peers and disappearing into the darkness. In winter, when it"s cold and the nights are long, and especially in severe frost, you can go outside and seriously expect to rush past the guys full of anger.

In winter, hooligans also get cold and go outside less often. But in the warm season, the torment begins. And just going to the store turns into torture. And the boy is thinking about inventing some kind of zero-junction module, so that once you"re already in the store, and then you press the button and you"re already home.

Maybe it"s good that, while artificial wings have not yet been invented, in his apartment, on a high floor, the boy can feel relative safety. When you, sweating from running fast, finally open the door and jump into the apartment, you feel like an Olympic champion who has crossed the finish line - you are home and you are safe. You can finally take a breath and find solace in reading another book. Fortunately, they still have a library from their great-grandfather that an academician would envy.

The driver signaled that they were already at the stop and everyone needed to leave. The boy found himself in an unfamiliar area. He had not previously stopped by until the very end. And this novelty seemed pleasant and surprising. It"s as if you take a step, and like Eli from the Wizard of Oz, you"ll find yourself in a fairy-tale and happy land.

WAR TO THE VICTORY END

April 13, 1945. City of Berlin, Imperial Chancellery building.

Foreign Minister Ribbentrop had just returned from negotiations with the Soviet delegation led by the famous quarrelsome enemy of Germany, Molotov. Despite the fact that during the last battles, four Soviet tank armies were almost completely destroyed. And on April 1, the supply of Western aid under Lend-Lease ceased; Stalin put forward deliberately exaggerated demands.

Ribbentrop sadly told Rommel:

- Negotiations with the Soviet delegation have reached a dead end. The compromise zero option - a return to the borders of June 1941 - did not suit Stalin. Koba demands - Klaipeda region, East Prussia and all of Poland within the borders of 1939. It also lays claim to the lands of Slovenia, part of Hungary and the oil fields of Romania. He states that millions of Soviet soldiers did not die in order to get to where it all began. In addition, Joseph demands reparations from us, the release of all military and civilians... And he promises to release ours only for a ransom! Next, Stalin also wants to receive territorial acquisitions from Finland.

Field Marshal Fuehrer Rommel remarked gloomily:

- After the coup in June 1944, we were forced to continue a slow and persistent retreat on the eastern front. Although the allies, defeated in Normandy, went with us to a relatively honorable peace for them, but... The Red Army is too strong, and we took care of the soldiers as much as possible, preferring active defense and short counterattacks. Yes, the Russians reached the Vistula and even at the cost of huge losses crossed it, broke into Slovakia, almost captured Romania... But all these successes cost them dearly. We were also bleeding, but I managed to establish a more or less satisfactory defense and reduce the loss ratio to three to four times in our favor. But Stalin apparently doesn"t understand that his country is also exhausted, and the allies, having stopped helping Russia, will begin to rely on us?

Ribbentrop replied with a joyful smile:

- The largest overseas sharks are already promising us support, in exchange for the lands that we will receive by conquering the USSR! The Labor government in Britain is still hesitating, but many private structures are ready to support us! Brazil, Spain, Portugal, and especially Argentina promise us help. Perron does not even rule out that he will openly enter the war on our side. Finns also vow to go to the end! In Italy, Mussolini"s positions in the north have strengthened, while the south is still controlled by pro-Western forces. We are ready to continue the war, my Fuhrer!

Rommel succinctly ordered:

- Speera to me!

The skillful, hardworking and talented imperial minister of armaments and ammunition was sitting in his proper place. Speer managed, despite all the difficulties, to significantly increase the production of weapons and very quickly put into mass production more advanced self-propelled guns of the "e" class, "LION" and "Panther"-2.

The still young and very energetic economic dictator of the Third Reich reported:

- In the field of tank building, not only a qualitative, but also a quantitative breakthrough has been achieved. In December 1944, 1,960 tanks and self-propelled guns were produced. And this despite all the military difficulties and the launch of mass production of the best machines in the world! In particular E-25, Lev and Panther-2!

Currently, the production of tanks and self-propelled guns is about two thousand per month, of which in March the latest vehicles: E-10, E-25, Lev, Panther-2 made up more than two-thirds of the tank fleet!

Rommel asked dryly:

-Are you sure that our tanks are superior to Soviet ones?

Speer, trying to impart reasonableness to his tone, said:

- Our designers, although late, were able to create vehicles with a more or less successful layout, armor, armament and driving characteristics. The E-25 turned out to be especially successful. With a forehead reservation of 100 millimeters at a rational tilt angle of forty degrees, sides and stern of 60 millimeters and armament with an 88-mm gun of EL 71 caliber, the self-propelled gun has a stock of 80 rounds and weighs only 26.6 tons. With an engine of 700 horsepower, the car accelerates over 75 kilometers per hour. In addition, taking into account the weight reserve, the sides of the self-propelled gun are additionally reinforced with 30 mm screens. Thus, the side is covered by both the rollers and the screen, which means that the vehicle can withstand impacts from T-34-85 shells not only in the forehead, but also on the side. The 88-mm cannon itself penetrates 150 - 148 mm of armor at an angle of 60 degrees. Considering the rate of fire and shooting accuracy, our 88 mm gun is the best anti-tank gun in the world! And the forehead protection allows you to hold shots, even from the IS-2. Moreover, the pointed shells of Soviet guns are very sensitive to ricochet. But our high-quality cemented armor has a high surface hardness and, at a rational angle of inclination, ricochets perfectly!

Rommel logically noted:

- And all this was achieved thanks to the fact that the engine, transmission and gearbox were placed together in one unit. Thus, we saved on the cardan shaft and reduced the height of the car to 144 centimeters. The machine is superior to all Soviet models and is relatively easy to manufacture. Although, for example, you haven"t been able to create this kind of tank yet!

Speer objected offendedly:

- "Panther"-2 and especially the "Lion" tank take into account the latest developments and enhancements. In particular, the "Panther"-2 managed to keep the weight to 47 tons, increasing the armament and supply of shells to the level of the "Royal Tiger", and being slightly inferior in armor. And that's twenty-one tons of difference. The 700 horsepower engine gives a speed of 55 kilometers on the highway, and 30 kilometers per hour on the road. New cars are already being produced with a 900 horsepower engine and can accelerate to 70 kilometers per hour. The "Lion" with a 105-mm cannon has no equal in armament; it surpasses the "Royal Tiger" in frontal armor, with equal sides and stern. And all with a weight of 51 tons, with an engine of 900 horsepower. Our new tanks have excellent driving characteristics, which means they can be used in an offensive war!

Rommel grinned and again showed erudition:

- And in this tank, the engine, transmission and gearbox are located in front of the vehicle body, and the turret is shifted back. The layout was also compacted. But we need a "Lion" with stronger onboard armor!

Speer bowed and said:

- In the E-50 tank we will implement the protection and armament of the Mouse, without exceeding seventy tons of weight!

Rommel released Speer and invited the Reich Minister of Aviation Saur. Also a very skillful and capable manager.

The Imperial Minister said with a triumphant look:

-Our aviation has seized total air supremacy! And first of all thanks to the heroic German industry! New jet aircraft, which entered service with the Luftwaffe in 1944, are being mass-produced in ever-increasing volumes. They have a speed advantage over Soviet vehicles of 200-350 kilometers per hour and have powerful weapons of 30mm cannons and rockets! The ME-163, Me-262, VA-349 fighters and especially the cheap, lightweight, maneuverable and easy-to-manufacture HE-162 have proven their overwhelming superiority over the enemy's Laggs and Yaks. The high-speed reconnaissance and bomber Ar-234 has such a speed that not a single Soviet fighter can catch up with it!

At the same time, what is most significant, we were able to achieve parity with the enemy in the quantitative production of machines. 150 ME-262 fighters are produced per week, very powerful weapons and survivable in battle, already 300 and this figure is growing HE-162 fighters, and 120 with increasing AR-234. On the way are more advanced models ME-262 with swept wings, ME-1010 with wings where the sweep is adjustable, Non-262 with better weapons and flight characteristics, and most importantly Yu-287. The latest vehicle with forward-swept wings will have excellent bombing accuracy.

In total, we plan to increase the production of jet aircraft to two hundred aircraft per day, completely suppressing the enemy!

Rommel logically noted:

- And our screw machines are quite successful. For example, the evolution of the Focke-Wulf is the TA-152. And the TA-400, as a jet bomber with six engines, shows great promise!

Zaur wheezed proudly:

- TA-400 can bomb Soviet factories beyond the Urals, reach speeds of up to 800 kilometers and carry more than 10 tons of bombs! Just like the tailless bomber XO-18, with a flight range of 16 thousand kilometers! And jet TA-183 and other vehicles! We will dominate the air!

Field Marshal Fuhrer released Saur. Now I needed to talk to Schmeisser.

German machine gun

The StG 44 (German: Sturmgewehr 44 - assault rifle 1944) is a German assault rifle developed during World War II. About 850 thousand pieces were produced. Among modern-type automatic machines, it was the first development to be mass-produced.

It differs from submachine guns (PPSh, etc.) of the Second World War in its significantly longer aimed firing range, primarily due to the use of the so-called intermediate, more powerful, and with better ballistics than pistol cartridges used in submachine guns.

Automation StG 44 is a gas vent type with removal of powder gases through a hole in the barrel wall. The barrel bore is locked by tilting the bolt in a vertical plane. Misalignment occurs through the interaction of inclined planes on the bolt and bolt frame. Gas chamber - without the possibility of regulation. The gas chamber plug with the auxiliary rod is unscrewed with a special drift only when cleaning the machine. To throw rifle grenades, it was necessary to use special cartridges with a 1.5 g (for fragmentation grenades) or 1.9 g (for armor-piercing cumulative grenades) powder charge. The standard weight of gunpowder in the 7.92x33 Kurz cartridge is 1.57 g. The gas piston with rod is combined with the bolt stem.

Schmeisser also expressed optimism that the new machine gun - St 54 - will be even more reliable and better, with high accuracy of fire.

Von Braun also expressed genuine optimism - the A-10 and A-11 missiles promised to fly at a distance of up to 1000 kilometers and hit with great accuracy, guided by radio.

Things were worse with the atomic bomb until the nuclear reactor was launched. But in a couple of years they also promised that the Queen of Bombs would go into production!

But most importantly, the Americans and British promised to help the Third Reich and its satellites in the fight against world communism!

Field Marshal Fuehrer Rommel decided:

- Tell Stalin that we are resuming hostilities in full, then the complete and total destruction of communism!

April 13, 1945 was the day of the big refusal!

The German war dealt the main blow from Hungary in order to avoid crossing the full-flowing Vistula. The offensive began on the twentieth of April, when the Nazi divisions were completed.

The Germans managed to break through the first line of defense almost immediately. They actively used night attack tactics to prevent the Russians from using their numerous artillery. At night, of course, fire is not so effective, and the Nazis have night vision devices.

Quite quickly the second line of defense was broken through, and two cauldrons were formed. But by order of headquarters, large reserves entered the battle. Although it was not possible to defeat the Nazis, Mainstein"s offensive was stopped.

After a month of stubborn fighting, the Germans only managed to recapture part of Slovakia, advancing no more than 70-80 kilometers.

The Fritz offensive in East Prussia was even less successful. They only broke through the first line of defense and faced a dense defense. It turned out that the Red Army knows how to dig in and defend itself. And cause serious damage.

Only in Romania did Kisselring manage to achieve major successes. Fascist troops created three cauldrons and captured almost all of Moldova and Bukovina. But even there they were not allowed to break through to Odessa, stopping at the Bug - a natural water barrier! But the Germans were still able to capture quite a bit of land. Including on the Black Sea coast, and the Ukrainian region of Chernivtsi. Thus, moving the front line away from the oil fields of Romania. But that was the extent of their April and May successes.

The Red Army was steadfast in defense, and industry produced a lot of military equipment. Especially Yak-9 fighters and T-34-85 tanks.

In the summer, Rommel found himself in a difficult situation - Germany's human resources were already depleted, and the offensive led to heavy losses. There was no point in counting on a repeat of 1941. Soviet troops are battle-hardened, the generals have gained experience at great cost, and a fairly dense and in-depth defense has been built.

So, it was necessary to pay for moving east.

In the center, Soviet troops still held bridgeheads across the Vistula. Stalin did not want to retreat.

Rommel made a decision: to launch an air offensive against the USSR. Since bombing is at least an expensive activity, the human losses during such an offensive are much less! Moreover, the USA and Britain with its colonies and dominions began to provide more and more active assistance with weapons, resources and even volunteers.

Air offensive by jet aircraft and cautious attempts to break through with large tank armies.

But Stalin did not want to sit passively and wait for defeat! On June 22, his troops launched an offensive in the Slovak direction. In response, the Americans sold a thousand B-29 bombers to Germany on credit.

The Germans dominated the air and were still able to repel, using their qualitative superiority in tanks and self-propelled guns, the attacks of the Red Army. At the end of July, the German Army Group South went on the offensive, trying to create another cauldron. Soviet troops were able to stop the German offensive. The Nazis advanced about thirty kilometers and, avoiding heavy losses, stopped. In August, the Red Army also advanced in East Prussia.

Over the summer, the front line remained virtually unchanged.

Meanwhile, the United States dropped two atomic bombs on Japan. Hirohito announced surrender on August 16th. America freed its hands and stepped up supplies of technology, raw materials and equipment to the Third Reich.

The pressure from German aviation was increasing. The Nazis hoped to bomb the USSR. The autumn passed in an exchange of blows and attempted attacks on both sides. Both sides tried to avoid unnecessary losses.

But in general, the superiority of the Luftwaffe in the air became obvious. During 1945, the Third Reich and its satellites produced more than sixty thousand aircraft, mostly jets, and received another thirty thousand from the allies. The USSR produced only forty-five thousand cars. Moreover, they are inferior to the enemy in speed, weapons and armor.

The year 1946 also began with an attempted major offensive by the Red Army. But the Germans threw their best development, the E-50 pyramidal tank, into battle and were able to defeat the Soviet units, throwing them back to Poland and Slovenia. But the falling snowfalls and massive heroism of the Soviet troops stopped the fascist hordes on the Neman and a little beyond Grodno! With the support of Bandera's followers, the Krauts entered Lviv. However, the large-scale offensive, or rather its failure, led to the USSR losing its bridgeheads in Eastern Europe, and now the war has again moved entirely to the territory of the Bolshevik Russian Empire!

In May, Rommel's troops tried to build on their success, but after several months of fighting, they only reached the line, Baranovichi, Vilno, and then approached Riga. The Nazis were a little more successful in the South - they took Vinnitsa and Zhitomir - approaching Kyiv! And Odessa found itself cut off from Soviet troops.

However, the Germans also suffered colossal losses - teenagers from the age of fourteen and grandfathers from the age of sixty-five were drafted into the army. Several women's divisions were even created, as well as separate sniper and aviation regiments where the fairer sex fought!

In the fall, the Germans defended themselves and were probed by the Soviet army. In winter, too, battles raged. It was not possible to break the Germans, who maintained overwhelming air supremacy. The besieged Soviet cities of Riga and Odessa fell, but the Fritzes could not develop their offensive further.

In 1947, the Soviet T-54 tank began to enter mass production, which was supposed to compete with the main German, pyramidal E-50. True, the Soviet vehicle was still inferior to the German one in armor and weapons, but it was cheaper and lighter. Mass production began in July.

In aviation, things were worse, but on December 30, 1947, the first Soviet serial jet fighter, the MIG-15, finally flew.

This means that the fascist monopoly in the air will be ended.

Mass production began in May 1948. The vehicle itself was only slightly inferior in speed and armament to the ME-362. True, the Germans still had a head start in the well-functioning production and combat experience of aces. But it became clear that in the air the USSR was about to achieve parity.

In the fall of 1948, new negotiations began.

Germany was depopulated, but the USSR was also drained of blood. In addition, German physicists were able to get ahead of the Soviet ones, and the Third Reich had already successfully tested a nuclear bomb.

Rommel proposed a moderate option - the Germans would receive everything that they had already conquered. From Riga to Odessa.

Stalin responded by agreeing to the zero option. Neither we for you, nor you for us!

Negotiations again reached a complete impasse.

Koba met in turn with every more or less significant industrialist, designer and military expert.

Afterwards, he publicly read out a speech: in which he announced that he would wage war against fascism to a victorious end!

Day November 7, 1948. It became the day of a great turning point and decision!

Epilogue

1954 December 21... New York... Red flags are hung abundantly on the tallest skyscraper in the United States.

Stalin, whose image is shown on huge screens and on all billboards of the people's American republic, waves with a smile to the Soviet troops passing along Lenin Avenue!

The whole world celebrates the seventy-five-year anniversary of Comrade Stalin - the first emperor of planet Earth!

THE BECOMING OF LUCIFER

Although it was not easy for him, but still relatively young and not yet hardened in soul, the warrior Palpatine managed to step over the barrier.

Caroline should have been killed with her own hand and a lightsaber. But in order to hide their tracks, a small nuclear charge was planted in the palace itself.

Darth Sidious was already fluent in wielding a lightsaber, and on his way to the queen he cut down her personal guard. Then, he ordered her to kneel down and take off her expensive shoes - so that she would die, as was customary, on the scaffold barefoot.

Carolina turned out to be. Palpatine revealed his true face to her and the august person burst into tears. After which Dart used force lightning for the first time in his life... And when the charred queen fell silent, the merciless Sith Lord put the nuclear weapon on the detonator and left the palace.

The inhabitants of the underwater world were accused of sabotage, which is why a brutal war broke out between the two worlds of the planet. Despite their technological superiority, the underwater race managed to survive. In addition, representatives of the Republican Senate intervened, who could not allow genocide.

Palpatine has earned himself the laurels of a peacemaker and has now reached the galactic level, so far only in the role of a modest assistant to the senator from Naboo, but very quickly gaining popularity.

His teacher Plagaust approved of the student's rise, but he himself became more and more immersed in the scientific study of magochlorians. He wanted to gain immortality himself and learn how to resurrect the dead. In addition, Plagaust, despite his outward mercilessness, was precisely attached to some of his relatives and dreams of their speedy resurrection.

Palpatine's daughter grew up to become queen. And she soon had her own offspring. The husband did not formally become a king, but was a completely legal spouse, and a former officer - a Jedi, although not of the highest level of skill. Officially, he received the title of prince and junior co-ruler - under the leadership of the queen.

But Palpatine did not like his unofficial son-in-law: he was too kind, noble, very handsome in appearance, and looked much younger than his years.

And the daughter of the black ruler grew up to be extremely kind and sympathetic. She is quite similar in character to her father - who probably dreamed of becoming the worst person in the universe.

In any case, Plagaust no longer had to persuade his student. Palpatine made the decision on his own - to destroy both his daughter and her husband.

But of course in such a way as not to expose yourself. And this is not easy, since the security of the palace was significantly strengthened after all the unrest and sabotage.

Palpatine decided to arrange an accident on the starship. He managed, using his influence, to achieve the flight of the royal family to Corusan - a metropolis planet and the capital of the republic. Ostensibly an invitation to a great holiday - the millennium of great formation.

He learned the lessons of his teacher Plagueis well;

The teacher promised the student that although his training would be serious, they would become free from the Rule of Two. Breaking the vicious circle prescribed by Darth Bane, they would hide nothing from each other, have no jealousy or mistrust in their relationship, and thus serve the Dark Side together. Sidious studied with the Muun for decades, during which time Plagaust taught his student everything he knew so that all the power Plagaust had gained would not be lost. Plagaust's lessons forced Palpatine to face his fears, robbed him of all joy, and took away everything he held dear. The Dark Lord taught Sidious that emotions such as envy and hatred, although necessary to master the Dark Side, were only means to abandon ordinary concepts of morality for the sake of a greater goal. Plagaust also lectured his student on the means of seizing power with the ultimate goal of controlling the Galaxy.

But the most effective way of learning was passing virtual barriers and multidimensional cinema.

While helping Palpatine rise through the ranks, Master gave Thaler Sidious access to his Sith holocron, as well as many others. He taught Palpatine how to fight with lightsabers, how to wield Force lightning, and forced him to absorb all sorts of knowledge about various weapons and techniques of the Dark Side, but to give them only the importance that was necessary to achieve the true goal of the Order. At the same time, Plagaust, under the guise of Grand Damascus, did everything necessary so that no one would suspect him of having a connection with Palpatine.

So here a simple thing happened - the spaceship got caught in an asteroid stream. Moreover, already upon the return of the starship, when many pilots took strong drinks.

And Palpatine was not only not suspected, but was even awarded an order for showing concern and dissuading him from the risky route. But there are such methods of excuses that a person will definitely do exactly the opposite. And the provocation worked, and the instruments were slightly damaged.

Both heirs and spouses died, only the baby Princess Padmé Amidala, Palpatine's granddaughter, survived. He inherited the throne on Naboo.

And Darth Sidious added to the list of his crimes. However, not everything was approved by Plagaust.

"You have the Force, apprentice, and the talent to lead. More importantly, you have the bloodthirstiness of a serial killer, although we should hold that in reserve - unless the violence serves some special purpose. We are not butchers, Sidious, like some of the Sith of the past. We are the architects of the future."

"How long?"

"In a decade - and not a day sooner."

But patience in restraining oneself did not want to manifest itself. Although sometimes Witt himself wondered why he suddenly became so cruel. Is he born with so much aggression? Moreover, in a friendly circle, Palpatine gave the impression of the kindest person.

Darth Sidious even introduced a new theory: a true Sith must hide his thoughts so skillfully that even the teacher does not understand the trick! Even if he calls himself Plagaust the Wise!

While Palpatine was beginning to enter galactic politics, his mentor achieved new breakthroughs in his research. The will of the Yinchorri criminal, presented to Damascus by a delegation of the same race, was broken under the influence of the Force, despite the internal natural resistance of the reptilians. Plagaust also conducted a lot of experiments on other samples, testing his own abilities. At the next Meeting in the Cache, Plagaust outlined to Sidious the guidelines according to which the Sith should act, spoke about his long-ago liquidation of Kerred Santa and ordered Sidious to order the murder of Senator Vidar Kim so that Palpatine would take his place. Plagueis himself visited the planet Kamino, where he negotiated with the local race of clone makers in order to create an army of obedient Yinchorri. Later, Damascus and his subordinates departed for Serenno, where Plagueis personally spoke with the Jedi present there. So he found out that the Jedi Qui-Gon Jinn had a dislike for corporations, and his former teacher Dooku considered the position of the Republic to be unstable. Plagaust skillfully planted seeds of doubt in the heart of Master Sifo-Dyas, gently convincing him that the Republic needed an army.

Really, who would go to create an expensive military machine without war? And the Sith wanted to control precisely by the method of violence, because any other method was contrary to their teachings.

At the political session for the admission of more than a dozen Trade Federation worlds into the Republic, Plagueiste and Sidious met again under the guise of Damascus and Palpatine. Following a pre-prepared plan, Palpatine gave a spectacular speech that caused shouting and chaos in the Senate. Plagaust was pleased, since the planets of the Trade Federation became part of the Republic and in the future the Sith could unleash a galactic war with their hands. But Plagueis knew that the grudge-bearing Senator Pax Tim had conspired with Damascus's other enemies - Sante's security structure - and would now take more active action to remove Damascus. Therefore, Plagueis deliberately brought Palpatine together with Tim at a political session and used the student as bait, while simultaneously testing him. Despite Sidious's successful actions, Tim managed to outwit both Siths by ordering Plaguest from the Maladian assassins. As the latter concentrated all his forces to stop the kidnapping and locate Tim, he was unaware that a second attack was planned against him.

And Darth Sidious felt this, but was already thinking about getting rid of his mentor"s tutelage.

During the ceremony for Larsh Hill's induction into the Order of the Bowed Circle, held in the order's lodge on Coruscant, Darth Plagueist was nearly killed by mercenaries. Palpatine's assistant, Pestage, contacted the Maladians and, having received the necessary information, immediately notified Palpatine. Both arrived at the scene of the assassination attempt and found only the wounded and barely breathing Plagueis alive, who had wrapped the wound in the Force; the rest of the Muuns from Damascus Capital were killed. Palpatine later took personal revenge on Tim, killing him and many other members of the Gran Protectorate at the Malastare embassy on Coruscant. The police have not found the perpetrators of the crime, despite the formation of a special team to investigate these deaths in the wake of the assassination of Senator Kim. As a result, Damascus Capitals did not lose its leader, but Hego Damascus retired from the affairs of the Galaxy.

Darth Sidious's plans were quite cunning. He did not kill his granddaughter Padve, but rather became friends with her. And with outward reluctance he became a senator.

The influence of the black lord grew, and the third Sith Darth Maul appeared. Also trained in barbaric methods, and a very capable fighter. However, Maul"s talent in strength is not so great that he could become a full-fledged heir.

In addition, both Plagaust and Thaler are still people, and not without signs of racists. They didn"t really want the throne of the future Sith empire to be inherited by someone other than the human race.

Therefore, perhaps the death of Darth Maul was predetermined. In addition, Palpatine almost died during a duel with his student, and only superior strength saved the future emperor from death.

Darth Sidious felt annoyed that someone in the universe was better at wielding a lightsaber than him. And this also left its mark. Fortunately, for the human couple, Maul, due to his limitations, could not surpass them in knowledge of the dark side of the force!

Damascus and Palpatine did everything to ensure that the Naboo crisis benefited both of them. By the time Darth Maul launched an operation on Naboo to destroy the Jedi, Damascus took active steps to create a new crisis. By contacting the heads of the Corporate Union, the Commerce Guild, the Techno Union and other corporations, Damascus convinced them of the evil actions of the Republic in relation to their worlds. Palpatine, having secured his election as Supreme Chancellor of the Galactic Republic, decided that the time had come to complete the Great Plan alone. Having learned everything he needed from Plagaust and using his teacher's connections to obtain the desired post, Palpatine considered the aging Muun nothing more than an obstacle. Plagaust, on the other hand, seemed to trust his student completely.

Moreover, Darth Maul died and the rule of two was automatically restored.

There was still a lot of work and time ahead; Darth Sidus simply did not have time to train a new student.

So, why shouldn"t their tandem exist for a few more years - but the Jedi Order will not be completely destroyed?

But that was not the most important thing. Plagaust finally revealed a terrible secret: "it is he who is the real, biological father of Palpatine - Witt Thaler."

Yes, his mother, a very beautiful peasant woman, turned the head of the wealthy merchant lord Damascus. And he could not contain his passion.

In general, after initiation into the Sith, the ability to reproduce offspring drops sharply. And here you are so lucky - you have a son! And so capable, and gifted not only in strength, but also with extraordinary political talent.

This was the number one reason why he saved the young man. It"s much more pleasant to pass on the business to your own blood. Although, due to the fact that high-level Sith became almost infertile, family ties were never considered important.

Plagaust became emotional... Maybe he really decided that his own son would not touch him.

But this is precisely what pushed Darth Sidious to action. Committing such a crime as murdering one's own father is the dream of any Sith Master.

On the night before the election, Damascus made his first public appearance in several years exclusively with Senator Palpatine: they attended the premiere of a new production of Mon Calamari opera at the Galactic Opera House. After the introduction, the two Sith Lords retired to Damascus' penthouse in the Caldani Spires building to celebrate Palpatine's impending success. Palpatine walked around the teacher with wine, rehearsing his upcoming speech in the Senate.

Plagaust, drunk, told Palpatine that his experiment with magochlorians was more than successful. The boy Anakin won the race, and most importantly, managed to disable an entire army of combat robots. This means that the boy is gifted in strength more than anyone living in the universe. In addition, in addition to the boy, he managed to inseminate a representative of the Togruta race with Magochlorians. Considering that representatives of this humanoid, but non-human race are poorer than Magochlorians, but at the same time the percentage of Jedi among them, with many times smaller numbers than people, is very high...

The new girl Ahsoka Tano in the future will be able to achieve extraordinary, previously unknown heights of skill. The combination of alternative ways of perceiving the power of the Togruta, and the abundance of magochlorians, can give birth to a real miracle of man-made nature.

What's next? He will continue experiments and create a new race of people - equal in strength to the gods. And he will be able to synthesize beings of an even higher level than magochlorians - theochlorians, which will allow the Sith to change the physical laws of the universe, and maybe create new universes!

There was something to be frightened and amazed by the black lord.

Gradually getting drunk, Plagaust fell asleep for the first time in many years, and a few moments later Sidious, hesitating (maybe it would be better to simply cut off his head with a sword?), unleashed a stream of Force lightning on the teacher.

- You, father, will answer for everything! For abandoning me, for allowing me to endure a year of hell in the royal torture cellars! Why did you force me to kill my only true love, Caroline?

The black Sith roared, spewing lightning at his parent. He really truly hated him.

Enjoying the pain of Plagaust, Darth Sidious slowly tortured him to death, and he, being exhausted with the help of the Force, could not do anything and died.

In the last seconds, the black lord said:

"You lost this game on the day when you decided to train me so that I would rule the Galaxy, you have your dad at your side - or, more precisely, under your heel. You were my teacher, father - yes, for this I will forever be with you I"m grateful, but you will never become my master."

- Palpatine said goodbye to Darth Plagaust, who was dying and burning in the fire of lightning.

This is how the Sith inventor ended his stormy life. And with him the page of universal history turned.

But there remained two new, great creations: Ahsoka and Anakin, as well as a student who managed to achieve power over the galaxy and defeat the Jedi.

Luke Skywalker was thus the great-grandson of Palpatine and the son of Darth Vader.

Therefore, the black Sith lord could not give the order, take and destroy his direct, gifted descendant. Moreover, whatever one may say, Luke is one hundred percent human, and his own children are half Togruta. But Emperor Palpatine had already introduced laws limiting the rights of non-humans, and generally sought to establish racist ones in the new power.

Indeed, since people are the most numerous race in the galaxy, and the emperor himself is human, like his entourage, then harsh racism and the humiliation of other races is quite in the spirit of the Sith. Those who love to suppress and dominate.

Grand Marshal Tarkin developed a whole theory and ideologists to justify racism...

But only half people inherited the throne. Even though Ahsoka got rid of the ugly growths, her chameleon skin looks beautiful.

The Emperor specifically sent his children to destroy life on the planet Shiloh, where the Togruta lived. And the offspring of the black lord did this with joy.

They served from conception and knew only the dark side of the force. Palpatine did good deeds more than once in his youth. And if he had ended up in the torture cellar, had he not encountered Plagaust, he would never have become the greatest killer in the galaxy.

Yes, his children did not do good deeds; they happily did any evil. But for some reason this is exactly what is unpleasant for the emperor. Tolley, the goodness in him had not completely died. Toli Palpatine believed that it was impossible to become a real Sith without fighting with yourself, when you defeat the light side in yourself.

His children accepted serving evil as a given, as the most natural thing in the universe, without experiencing mental anguish or remorse.

But Palpatine fought with himself, and only the Most High Gods know what the murder of Caroline cost him.

In addition, the emperor did not dare to kill his mother. Plagaust apparently also felt a sense of affection for her, and never raised such a question.

And Palpatine"s mother is still alive and, despite the fact that she has long since passed one hundred years, does not look like a very old woman at all. On the contrary, she seems younger than her son, a strong blonde - no more than thirty years old in appearance. After her release from hard labor, she settled in a remote province and took up witchcraft there.

Yes, she was a commoner, a peasant, but also an unusual woman, which was shifted in her genetics. Otherwise, she would hardly have been able to get pregnant from the black lord.

Barefoot, wearing only a loincloth, with a thin waist like a young girl"s, she worked hard in the fields, and at night she practiced witchcraft. But when Witt lived with her, the mother hid her activities and did not initiate her son into anything.

The truth let slip a couple of times: that she would probably be destined to bury not only her loved ones, but also their children and grandchildren.

Palpatine visited his mother only a year ago - when it was necessary to protect Naboo from a rebel raid. They were also looking for secrets, on the home planet of the black emperor. Maybe they wanted to find out his weak points, or find his relatives?

The emperor had a half-brother. Here Palpatine sacrificed him to dark forces shortly before the crisis in Naboo - how to say, so that luck would smile.

By this time, his brother had already acquired grandchildren, so Darth Sidious"s wait-and-see tactics paid off. Even more victims, and a new addition to the pantheon of murdered relatives.

Then he wanted to kill his mother at the same time. But Palpatine expected to meet an old woman: but his mother had not changed at all during the long years of separation. A girlish, muscular figure, very dark from tanning, and smooth skin, a beautiful face with a manly chin. From a distance, she can generally be mistaken for a girl, but up close you can see her facial features: quite mature, well-formed, and she is at least thirty years old. And if you look into emerald-sapphire eyes, it will seem even more.

Witt Thaler, who did not expect that his mother was not as simple as she seemed, was shocked and refused to kill, or, as he called it, sacrifice to dark forces.

He did not then find the courage to exchange at least a few words with his mother-witch and, avoiding contact, he hurried away and left. The mother may have recognized her son, but she also pretended to be cold and indifferent.

And during her last visit to Naboo, she appeared at the moment when the imperial convoy was ambushed. Palpatine was almost buried in the palace, but a barefoot woman appeared to him, indicating a hidden exit and showing him where another rebel ambush was located.

Then they exchanged a few phrases with her.

The unfading mother put her hand on Palpatine's forehead and said bitterly:

- How cruelly you were wounded, son. There is not a single recognizable feature left in you!

Darth Sidious answered angrily to his mother:

- I only seem to be a very old man outwardly! In fact, my body has not been living according to human laws for a long time. And I am still capable of defeating any Jedi with swords. And the period of physical existence of my flesh will last for many more centuries!

The young mother nodded to her wrinkled son:

-Have you decided to prolong your physical existence by becoming a vampire? Of course, vampires have advantages over humans. Except for the need to drink blood three times a day and avoid sunlight. But this is not life!

Emperor Palpatine was offended by his mother and even wanted to hit her, but restrained himself. He muttered angrily:

- I have become stronger than I was in my youth, I am more difficult to kill with anything other than silver of the highest standard. And in any sun you can wear a comfortable spacesuit with filters, and artificial light is not dangerous for me.

Here Darth Sidious's tone became softer:

- Better yet, tell me, how did you, being a simple person, manage to maintain your youth?

Lada Thaler answered with a sweet, white-toothed smile:

"I walked barefoot around Naboo all my life, worked all my life, ate healthy food, drank only juice and milk. Always in the fresh air - away from the city. I visited the capital only once, and then in chains, when I was brought to hear the verdict. And then again to the village with a hoe!

I live the healthiest lifestyle possible and why should I grow old?

This time Palpatine didn"t even get angry, he felt a little amused and, quite logically, he asked for clarification:

- Millions of peasant women lead the same lifestyle as you, but this does not prevent them from turning into ugly old women, unlike you. What's the secret - tell me!

Mom answered with a condescending tone:

- The most important question is, what makes a person grow old? The cycle in nature is eternal, and the human body is similar to such a cycle. Objectively speaking, there is nothing in the human body itself that should age. - The young-looking woman paused and continued with the confidence of a goddess. - It's all about thinking and faith. Believe that old age is unnatural, but eternal youth, on the contrary, is a pattern and you will not grow old!

Palpatine did not entirely agree with this:

- Not only people age, but also metal, objects, spaceships, and combat robots. Why do you think that a person is able to avoid this through willpower and faith?

The young woman answered confidently:

- The human body, unlike metal, is a renewable system. Cells can divide and renew themselves over billions of billions of years. Any scientist will say that the stem reserve in the body will last millions of millions of lives. You just need to learn how to do one essential little thing - regenerate and renew nerve cells. Then immortality will become a reality!

Palpatine asked insinuatingly:

- And how do you do this, mom?

The woman laughed and answered in a whisper:

- Why would a vampire know this? And so you will continue to live in this flesh for five or six centuries. And a wonderful group of you is growing up... Do you still need to master the secret of eternal youth? Especially considering your selfishness?

Darth Sidious hissed like a crushed snake and drew his scarlet blade:

- I can sacrifice you too to the dark forces!

The mother looked without any shadow of a country at her son-emperor. She answered, smiling even wider:

- This sacrifice will not help you in your fight! Although you are a bloody tyrant, my prayers save you from death. In a year you will walk along the very edge of the abyss. And only your mother can save your soul from hell!

Palpatine softened and waved his hand in a relaxed manner:

- Okay, as you said: the vampire still has five or six centuries left. And then maybe I"ll find out a more effective way to prolong life. Moreover, experiments are already being carried out to instill a spirit into a clone!

Mom kissed Palpatine goodbye and wished him luck. She smelled so fresh and pleasant. And Darth Sidious felt sad - goodness has its own charm.

Evil is evil, and living when there is darkness and ferocious jackals around is extremely tiring. Sometimes fears roll in... Tormenting and terrible.

Moreover, Emperor Palpatine wanted him to be succeeded by a Sith who was not pure evil, and so that the successor could bring at least something creative into the life of the cosmic power.

Luke Skywalker is one hundred percent human and this is his significant advantage.

In addition, the blood of Anakin and Palpatine still flowed in him. And bringing this boy to the dark side required serious effort.

BIRTH OF THE DEVIL

How did Palpatine, a modest young man, an excellent student, and distinguished by exemplary behavior, become the embodiment of the universal and evil and switched to the dark side of the force?

Life on the planet Naboo was relatively good - a mild climate, generous land, an almost complete absence of riots and demands for change. The form of government is a constitutional monarchy... But the power of the king is great, his decrees are equal in force to the laws, and only Padle Amidala was amended to limit both the term of reign of the monarch and his powers.

Palpatine in his youth was a very handsome, slender and, of course, physically developed young man, he won the interplanetary Airball competition. It was then that Palpatine, who was included in the Naboo team at the very last moment, felt sensitive to force. He saw in advance the flights of pulsars and the turns of asteroids in a complex virtual game. And he realized that he could sense when to deliver the fatal, decisive blow. And then his name was slightly different: Witt Thaler. The mother is a commoner, and the father is unknown. True, thanks to his innate abilities and hard work, Witt managed to enter the free faculty of a prestigious college. To do this, it was necessary to collect a very high score.

Regarding his father, his very beautiful and curvy mother said that he was a noble gentleman, perhaps even one of the well-born Jedi.

But she couldn"t say his name. Witt, however, made various assumptions in his mind - maybe his father was actually an emperor from a neighboring galaxy?

Even as a child, Thaler, the future Palpatine, felt within himself the ability to read a closed textbook - in paper form or an e-book - it didn"t matter. He amazed his friends with his ability to predict the outcome of sports competitions, or won riddles on a bet - like the one hidden in a fist.

But it was in this game that he realized that he had a rare gift. The sensational victory made Witt Thaler the hero of Naboo, and... Well, just like in a fairy tale, it led to the fact that the most beautiful girl, Princess Caroline Amidala, fell head over heels in love with him.

And Witt himself, with his young, hot blood, felt a surge of sympathy and reciprocity. They fell madly in love with each other, and the official heir to the throne, Caroline Amidala Naberri, became pregnant by a commoner boy.

The king was furious. According to the custom and law of the planet Naboo, abortion is strictly prohibited, but the crown princess and her offspring were deprived of the right to the throne. Witt Thaler was supposed to be executed in the most painful way after severe torture. And after the birth of her child, Caroline was sent as a slave to the plantation. The princess was there: barefoot, wearing only a torn tunic, she had to work hard together with other imprisoned girls. Spend the night in a barracks, on bare boards, and eat simple, rough food. The overseers beat the future queen with a whip if she worked even a little slower.

One of the types of punishments is hanging slaves on a rack and tickling their bare heels with the flames of a torch.

Witt himself was tortured in prison. They tortured me cruelly, sophisticatedly, but very professionally, preventing me from losing consciousness or dying prematurely.

Witt Thaler went through a thousand circles of hell. He was tortured for a whole year before his execution. And then he had to be eaten alive, in front of millions of Naboo residents, by a rat mite.

But during the execution, the monster suddenly exploded... And when the smoke cleared, Witt Thaler disappeared without a trace. Many took this as a sign from above and fell to their knees. And the king staggered, his face turned blue - he had suffered a blow.

And mutilated by months of torture, Witt woke up in a damp grotto, covered with bright plants. He was in great pain, but at the same time the feeling of fierce strength returned. For some reason, during the torture in the torture basement, Witt could not use his abilities and burn the executioners.

Although he visibly imagined fire flying out of himself, the eruption of pulsars, and streams from the terrible weapon of a plasma thrower (banned in the old republic - due to its extremely great destructive power!). But then the feeling of strength returned.

And the deep wounds inflicted by the executioners slowly but surely healed.

Next to Witt there was a canister with a nutrient mixture, and he absorbed it every now and then, falling into sleep.

For example, he had a dream... Delusional and at the same time heroic;

Devouring the corpse was a rapid process, the mutant lion was in a hurry while the meat was fresh and warm. When he finally finished, all that was left was a skeleton. Several black warriors in robes, armed with magic wands, drove him away, then picked up the skeleton.

- The brave gladiator who died a valiant death will be buried according to local custom with full honors. - The commentator announced in an enthusiastic tone.

- Amazing! Not such a bad ending! - Said the future space emperor. Witt is still a young man in a dream; it seems to him that he is in his recent past.

And the unknown commentator continued to choke in frenzied delight:

- And now we announce the continuation of the competition. At this point, anyone in the public can fight the killer lion.

Witt Thaler immediately stood up and shouted shrilly:

- I want!

- It"s clear that you want to atone for your guilt for not betting on a person. - Princess Caroline Amidala teased him.

The young man shouted in rage:

- And if so! An animal that kills a person does not deserve to live!

- But you have competitors, look. - Princess Caroline pointed to the standing beast, reminiscent of an upright crocodile with the face of an elephant. - This guy also wants to fight!

The commentator announced:

- So, if two people at once expressed a desire to enter into a fight, then first they must fight each other.

The public welcomed this decision, more spectacle and more blood!

Warrior Witt looked at the monster with a trunk covered with scaly armor, and in the very first seconds he felt an unpleasant feeling in the pit of his stomach. Then the young man overcame his excitement, although the enemy was undoubtedly dangerous.

- You will be given a standard weapon! - The commentator announced with a chill in his voice.

The warriors bowed according to custom. Then they were given a sword and shield. Here another surprise awaited Witt: he was given one sword, on his right hand, and the enemy received two at once, taking the second weapon in his trunk.

- It's not fair! - The young man protested. - Two blades against one.

- This is Corpse Sucker, he always uses his nose in battles. Such a custom! - The invisible commentator answered without hiding the contempt in his voice; the weapons were handed over by beautiful, almost weightless girls, very similar to nymphs. Looking at them, Witt (the future Palpatine) felt a passionate desire, and he was very ashamed that his tension would be noticed. So he said it with anger.

- So give me a second sword instead of a clumsy shield. - I don't want to be a wimp.

- You have such a right! - Said the commentator, becoming slightly kinder.

The nymph handed the young man a second sword and said with pathos:

- Fight, knight, do not disgrace your honor.

The commentator announced again:

- The right to kill or pardon belongs to the fighter who owns the victorious weapon! And also to the public. I think this needs to be taken into account.

- I will definitely finish off the daring handsome man. - Said Corpse Sucker.

- Without forging a hammer, you cannot split the castle! - Witt spoke with a witty aphorism.

They stood up, the crocodile elephant was much larger than the guy, and began to wait for the signal.

The feather-light nymph flew up to him and kissed the young man on his rosy cheek.

Witt blushed and took half a step, at that moment the signal for battle sounded. The corpse-sucker rushed at him, waving his swords, he expected to take him unceremoniously. The young man was on the alert, and, jumping to the side, and as he retreated, he kicked. The blow hit the shield, it rang with a disgusting sound.

- Hey, kid! Take care of your shoes, they are cute.

Young Witt really regretted that he had not taken off his sneakers; they were a gift for his birthday, they were unusually colored and, despite their durable leather, he did not want to spoil them. The son of a poor woman needs good shoes. And he Witt is still a boy, so he can walk barefoot without embarrassment.

The fight continued, and then the young man noted that the enemy was very deft with his trunk. How quickly the sword moves, while the hands are not so mobile, and even superior in length.

- All my life I dreamed of riding an elephant, not fighting. You're so disgusting.

In response, a hoarse squeak:

- That you don"t like the person. That's how inferior your race is.

Witt continued to change the trajectory, did the miller, one of the effective techniques

Kendo, but apparently the fame of a skilled fighter did not come to his opponent in vain. He managed to parry everything and even dealt sensitive blows himself. For example, one of the lunges hit Witt in the chest, his shirt was cut, the young man did a back somersault, barely escaping a serious defeat. The double-headed Russian eagle was damaged and cut in half.

- What a bastard! - Witt said and carried out the "Butterfly" technique, but again all the attacks turned out to be

Recaptured. - Nosed devil.

He was wounded again, scratching his arm, and then he was hit in the shoulder. Witt retreated, he suddenly realized that he was hopelessly losing the battle, faced with a more skilled enemy partner than himself. Moreover, the young man was not yet very experienced in kendo.

Princess Caroline was also worried:

- I'm the last fool for not stopping my boyfriend. In this universe he is completely

It"s a stranger, and he"ll die, no one knows about what.

She wanted to jump out of the arena. Then, as luck would have it, a familiar sorcerer turned up.

- What a beauty, it"s not for him to shoot with a stick or wave his legs. I know Corpse Sucker! What, he will definitely kill, and even mock the corpse. So whether you like it or not, you will have to give yourself to me.

- Never! - Said Princess Caroline.

The sorcerer of the dark side of the force rasped:

- In this case, you can be sold to a regiment, and you will serve twenty soldiers a day. Or, conversely, into the ruler"s harem, where there are thousands of you and you will dry up from melancholy and abstinence.

The princess roared bravely:

- I will become a warrior!

The sorcerer cackled:

- You are a fragile girl who does not know basic magic techniques. Yes, you will be incinerated in the first battle.

Caroline was offended:

- The Master of Glory will teach me! Yes, and I am physically strong!

The sorcerer chuckled disgustingly:

- Master of Glory? And yes, she is selfish. It is unlikely that she will succeed in anything worthwhile. So I could make you my wife and pass on my skills like my own.

The princess grinned ironically:

- Do you want to become a god?

The sorcerer roared pompously:

- Why not! That I am worse than other applicants?

Caroline said sincerely and with an expression of contempt:

- You're disgusting. I will be disgusted by your touch.

The tempter's eyes flashed with a crimson light.

- Well, I"ll remember that for you.

While they were talking, Witt's wounds increased. The young man retreated, he was already beginning to feel dizzy from loss of blood. The corpse sucker made another attack, a terrible swing almost cut off the guy"s head and cut the guy"s cheek.

- He said the bastard. - During the battles, the Velcro on one of his sneakers came unglued.

And the shoes barely held on. But inspiration struck the capable young man, jumping sharply upward. He waved his foot, and the sneaker, like a stone from a sling, flew into Corpse Sucker"s face, hitting his riveted heel in the eye. He howled, distracted for a second.

Witt performed one of the most difficult Jedi Kendo techniques, the "triple fan" and cut off the monster's trunk. A fountain of blood sprayed out, Corpsesucker retreated, legs spread wide. His throat emitted a terrible roar.

Witt's eyes flashed furiously:

- The enemy is on the verge of complete destruction! I'll win!

The young man attacked the enemy; with only one sword he was not terrible. The corpsesucker retreated, staggered and missed blows. Soon he received several severe wounds and dropped his sword. Then he only reacted convulsively, turning the shield. In excitement, Witt carried out a pitchfork move, stabbing his opponent first in the head, which he managed to react to, and then in the stomach. The puncture was deep, and the intestines came out. Then, seeing that the enemy had completely weakened, Witt performed the "brush" technique and pierced his skull. He collapsed dead.

- The fighter Witt, nicknamed the ghost, won. His opponent, Corpse Sucker, Smashing Trunk, is almost dead. Now the victorious young man has the right to kill him or not.

The crowd was noisy, some of the bets were won and some were lost, but everyone was extremely thirsty for blood.

United, in a wild impulse and frenzied cry:

- Finish him off! Cut off the head and hang it on a stake! - They screamed. - This is how custom dictates to deal with losers.

Witt shook his head, in the excitement of the battle he could still kill, but when it was all over his rage evaporated. Cutting off a head in cold blood and then abusing it is not in his rules. The young man bowed his bright head and said firmly:

- No, I will not kill a helpless creature.

- Destroy him! Finish it off! "The crowd continued to scream and various limbs jumped up. And squeals - Give us pleasure!

The future Emperor Palpatine showed unheard-of nobility:

- The enemy is defeated, and even crippled, what more do you want!

-Your friend is stupid. By leaving Corpsesucker alive, he makes himself a mortal enemy.

He will not forgive humiliation and loss of trunk. - The sorcerer said with a rusty wheeze. - Why are you stupid? Don't scream, finish it off?! He will listen to you!

- I've had enough blood! - The princess girl answered. - And why are you all so cruel? Isn't it possible to have fun in some other way?

The sorcerer, whose mask was hidden under a robe, hissed:

- But as?

Caroline, barely hiding her irritation, replied:

- Listen to songs, for example! Or performing artistic numbers, all kinds of entertainment programs, with animals.

The sorcerer, whose face is hidden, but the burning heads still shine through because of the darkness, said in a nasal voice:

- What kind of booth is this? No, not interesting! All kinds of buffoons and buffoons cannot replace the spectacle of blood.

The princess deliberately contorted her face:

- Really?

The sorcerer, frowning and sparkling his eyes, growled:

- What about the singers with their tinned throats? With the help of magic and witchcraft, you can recreate any music and voice. We can do it. And if we want, then the naked houris will dance.

The wizard raised a long, clawed finger:

-No, girl, a serious gladiatorial fight is best.

Princess Caroline categorically disagreed with this, but did not object.

Witt Thaler received money for the fight, and at the same time made some money on the betting. Then the young man, who had not yet recovered from the previous battle, and those who were wounded, had to fight with

A mutant lion. But if all the predator"s wounds were healed with the help of magic, the young man came out covered in fresh cuts. Witt took off his scarred T-shirt and took off his sneakers, carefully putting them aside and taking a sword in both hands. So half naked in his rolled up jeans, he seemed especially handsome to Princess Caroline. Wide cuts were visible on the sculpted torso. The boy rubbed his sinewy shoulders, trying to force the pain to serve his rage. His bare feet felt the hot surface of the floor heated under the artificial light.

Witt Thaler blew a kiss. The audience clapped their hands.

It muttered loudly:

- There is no need to introduce the fighters! Let the fight be interesting!

The lion, without waiting for the forge, jumped, trying to pry the enemy with his fang sabers. He didn"t succeed; he jumped back and managed to hit him in the eye with his heel. The beast became furious, jumped forward, and stumbled upon the tip of the sword. At this point the gladiator boy was also surprised - the blood, which had been red before, became green.

- What is all this for? - Asked the surprised Princess Caroline.

- This suggests that the animal has become more tenacious and strong, its adaptability has increased. - The sorcerer answered in a gloomy tone.

The girl made a clear conclusion:

- This is bad!

The sorcerer's voice became much more cheerful:

- Why! Your guy is a great fighter, it"s just that swearing will be more interesting.

The dragon lion continued to jump, not paying attention to the blood, he was very fast and the young man barely had time to dodge. So Witt did a somersault, jumping like an acrobat, then diving like a loach, he tore open the lion"s belly. The fanged terminator seemed not to pay attention to this, continuing to pursue the young man around the ring.

- Damn it! - Witt said in annoyance. - The blade can"t take you.

The young man began to get tired from loss of blood. With a precise lunge, he managed to pierce the lion's eye, but even with one eye, the predator remained dangerous and, seizing the moment, painfully slammed his clawed paw into the ribs. The claws left six deep stripes.

- What a bastard! Ripping off the meat! - The young man cooed.

It seemed that the lion should have weakened long ago from loss of blood, but his attacks became more and more rapid. Several times the fangs almost pierced the abs, and one pierced Thaler's pectoral muscle, severely scratching it. The young man staggered, and teeth flashed over him,

pierced into the shoulder. Witt was sweaty, bloody, and managed to slip out and even slash his throat with a blade. The beast was bleeding, the main artery was punctured, but did not lose speed.

- You're like a zombie, no matter how much you react. Perhaps you are not the right Leo. - Said the young man.

He attempted a counterattack to take out the last eye, but missed, leaving another bloody stripe on his muzzle. a lion

I hit him with my paw again.

- And where do these come from? - In desperation, the young man hit his opponent with all his might on the fang-saber. Due to the strong shock, the bone cracked and white juice came out of it.

- Hey! - The sorcerer said with an extremely pleased tone. - Your friend apparently decided to sharpen his blade, in any case, there is a sense of serious arrogance.

- What did you want? Vitka is a smart guy. - Princess Leia answered, purring contentedly.

The next blow finally cut off the fang. The beast began to spin around, as if it had lost its orientation. Witt pressed, his blows became more and more sharp, seeing that the mutant lion swam, the young man added energy.

- I don"t like lion meat! - The brave guy shouted.

- Beat him Vitek, you're so sexy. - Princess Caroline shouted.

The young man hit the second fang, fortunately the target was convenient. The first time the bone did not give in, I had to add it. Finally, this point also collapsed, the lion was clearly stunned.

- How are you now, without fangs, just a big cat, doomed to death! - Said the furious Witt.

Gnashing of teeth and groaning became his answer. The fight continued in a buffoonish manner, the lion-dragon moved ostensibly to attack, but its movements lost their sharpness. The boy, who felt a surge of strength, in turn

constantly counterattacked and eventually pierced the last eye. This time the blade seemed to go much deeper and reach the brain.

- Bravo, kill him! - Princess Caroline shouted.

The whole hall joined in chorus.

- Finish him off, finish him off!

The young gladiator kicked again and, jumping behind him, struck with a roundhouse. The mutant lion seemed to have begun to lose orientation and poked his face several times. Finally, when the boy got the hang of it, he thrust the blade into his chest and tried to pierce it deeper, to the very heart. The clawed paws hit the ribs, scratching them, then pierced the meat, but Witt stubbornly did not let go of the blade, although he was literally torn to pieces. Here everything was decided by the will, the claws continued to scratch and tear the young flesh.

- Drop him! - Princess Caroline barked. Her cry remained alone.

- Bring it to the end! - The crowd roared.

Finally, the blade of the enraged Witt pierced to the heart, and the beast fell silent, the claws passing through the long-suffering meat for the last time.

-Well, it seems that's it! - The young man exhaled. - The spawn of darkness has been cast into dust.

The wizard commentator announced.

- Witt, the ghost of death, became the winner again; rising star of the arena. He will receive the prize he earned.

With this phrase, Thaler"s vision dissipated, like fog at the launch of a powerful wind tunnel.

And from this haze emerges... a powerful, tall figure of a man or a humanoid creature in a hood. A creaky voice sounds, very similar to the voice of that sorcerer in the dream.

- You fought well Witt... I see in you the skills of a born warrior!

Thaler stood up. During sleep, his wounds practically healed, and the scars faded and became less noticeable.

The young man said, extending his hand to the man:

- I am grateful to you for saving me, sir...

The young man roughly threw back his palm and rasped:

- No thanks! Any gratitude leads to mercy and weakness!

Witt smiled forcefully and muttered:

- But you saved my life... So I have to thank you somehow!

The man suddenly threw back his hood. The young man peered into the revealed face. The man had a noble appearance, he looked a little older than forty, a powerful neck, and a curly, short beard. The look in his eyes is very powerful, you can immediately see that he is used to commanding, and his features are strong-willed and strong.

Although this gentleman was unfamiliar to Witt, it seemed to the young man that he had seen him somewhere before. Although it is very difficult to forget such expressive and strong-willed facial features, regal posture, and the eyes of a ruler from the cradle. But at the same time, despite its noble appearance, the voice is hoarse, disgusting, as if torn, despite the volume.

The man looked at Witt and, without changing the stern expression on his face, said:

- I saved you not because of love, but because I need you!

The speaker"s eyes sparkled unkindly:

-I take you as my student, and I will open you to the knowledge of power that the Jedi do not dare to dream of... But know that what you experienced in the torture basement is still flowers compared to what awaits you!

Witt stood up and said decisively:

- I'm ready! Ready for anything - just save Caroline!

The man snorted with extreme contempt:

- Attachment is weakness! The greatest weakness the Sith can afford! - Here the voice of the black lord became more menacing. - More precisely, they can"t, they shouldn"t afford it, but... Oddly enough, I will free Caroline from slavery! Only in exchange for your complete obedience, so that you swear that at the right moment you will carry out absolutely any of my orders!

Witt humbly knelt down and swore a great oath.

And then the man said:

- From now on, your new name is Darth Sidious! I am Darth Plagueis your teacher and master!

From that day on, Witt, or now Darth Sidious, began training in fencing and dark force techniques. Cruel and merciless teaching. But the new black lord felt a rapidly growing power within himself. He became stronger and more sophisticated every day, week and month.

Darth Plagueis, in addition to his dream of immortality, had plans to restore the rule of the Sith. Witt Thaler changed his name to Palpatine and slightly changed his appearance, as well as his fingerprints. He became a different person, replacing a similar person from the noble Palpatine family.

He began to pursue a leisurely career as an official, while simultaneously improving his mastery of dark power. In addition, Darth Plagueis, who had the completely legal status of a major businessman, kept her word.

After the death of the king, his young son succeeded. Darth Plagueis instigated the Hutt attack on the palace. The heir, his sister, brother and uncle were killed.

After which the captain-general of the palace guard enthroned Caroline, popular among the people.

Several years of captivity only strengthened the strong woman, and she began to rule even more harshly. And her daughter Seraphim, who was raised at the monastery, became the heir to the kingdom of Naboo.

Although his former lover returned to power, Palpatine was forced to hide his identity and remain on the sidelines for now. Although his influence in the kingdom was constantly strengthening.

The captain-general soon died - apparently from an accident, but Palpatine was behind it. And soon, the Sith Lord demanded that Witt Thaler sacrifice his first love - Queen Caroline.

It came down to a duel to the death with Plagueis. Moreover, the forces turned out to be approximately equal. When both Sith were exhausted from the battle, Palpatine gave in and muttered:

- I will kill my love and at the same time the remnants of humanity that still smolder in me! - Here the black lord raised his voice and added decisively. - But I swear, I will not forgive you for this and will definitely destroy you!

The desire to deal with those who are higher in status is inherent in the Sith nature. My unattainable power gives rise to your envy; my wisdom feeds your thirst for knowledge; my achievements excite a passionate desire to repeat them! - Darth Plagueis said to Darth Sidious, and continued with a smile. - By killing the people closest and dearest to you, you will discover an incomprehensible source of power within yourself. I feel that you will become the greatest of the Sith - when you destroy the last human weakness in yourself!

MIRACULOUSLY BORN

- There was once an Air Force colonel who received a severe shell shock during the Afghan war. And he lost the opportunity to have his own children, although he really wanted it. The wife loved the colonel very much and went to meet him halfway; they took in two strong boys from the orphanage. Their adoptive father raised them as Spartans. But it still wasn't the same. The guys grew up strong and healthy, but did not show any special superpowers.

And grandmother Vanga predicted to the colonel that a representative of his offspring would become the arbiter of the destinies of the world and the universe. Then the colonel decided to go to a famous sorceress so that she could help his wife miraculously become pregnant.

The sorceress indeed had considerable abilities, but basically she was a charlatan of the highest standard. She declared that she could do this and give the colonel a son, but demanded a colossal amount of money.

The colonel had some real estate in Moscow, as well as valuable trophies captured during the war with the dushmans and Chechens.

He collected this wild amount - one and a half million bucks... It"s even surprising that an experienced person, and so bought into the deception. But apparently the sorceress had a serious gift of hypnosis, suggestion, skill, which even Kashpirovsky himself, or a world-class politician, would have envied to fool.

Meanwhile, the sorceress performed a very colorful staged ritual, trivially putting the colonel"s wife to sleep. And then she simply injected a seed from a donor into Venus"s womb.

It wasn't a very complicated scam. But effective. The wife, (like the Virgin Mary), immaculately conceived a child - she, by the way, remained a virgin, so the husband completely lost his masculine strength due to injury.

Everyone was happy and on time, the woman delivered a healthy baby girl. She, however, turned out to be completely different from her brunette father and dark-haired mother. But although the father counted on his sons, he loved his daughter. Only in her own way, raising her like a Spartan - tempering and training her.

The girl developed quickly, demonstrated high inclinations and abilities. Especially physical ones. Her hair is thick, wavy, golden, and wonderfully beautiful.

But when the girl, barefooted, started running through the January snow - traditionally waking up at half past four in the morning - an event happened. This is how she usually started every day. Such a morning run, still in the pre-dawn darkness. Quite Spartan.

She rushed the traditional ten and a half kilometers, in any weather, so that she could then get a boost of energy for the whole day. Naturally, this is only the beginning of training, because Vladlen (name in honor of Lenin and Stalin!) was seriously involved in martial arts. She even competed in competitions, beating girls to make them bigger and older than her.

But she is still a girl of about ten years old, and runs in only swimming trunks. And golden hair looks like flame. And the damned maniac is waiting in ambush for the child. Apparently he prepared the trap in advance, since the girl runs so fast that not every adult will catch up.

Several well-camouflaged traps lay in the girl"s path. The situation was aggravated by the fact that it was snowing and all the tracks were covered. And Vladlen, the girl who ran barefoot and half-naked in any weather, even rejoiced at such extreme sports. After all, difficulties only strengthen us and what doesn"t kill us only makes us stronger.

The trap went off, severely pinching the girl's leg. Fortunately, thanks to training, the bones were strong enough not to break in a bear trap.

But Vladlen was taken seriously. And it was very painful. And the scoundrel tried to attack and rape a karate girl. Vladlen reacted instantly and hit him in the chin with her heel. But the criminal turned out to be strong. He whimpered and jumped back, rubbing his bruised jaw. Then he pulled out a knife.

The girl found herself in a trap, unarmed and almost naked, against a maniac with a long knife.

A sweeping attack followed, and Vladlen bent down and hit her opponent with her head in the solar plexus. The knife went through, scratching the girl"s back. Vladlen grabbed her wrist and changed the direction of the blow. The tip pierced the criminal straight into the throat. The maniac choked on his own blood and suddenly gave up the ghost.

And the girl, having committed her first retribution, exclaimed:

- It's finished!

Nevertheless, it was a murder, and the leg in the trap was seriously injured.

Unfortunately, the maniac had very influential parents, and Vladlen was in danger of serious trouble. An attempt was made on her life, and drugs were planted in their house. The colonel had to send the girl to more remote places. To the school of Russian martial arts in Siberia.

There, in deep underground, the native believers had been living and serving for centuries.

However, this did not save the colonel. He was shot by a sniper, and his wife was arrested on drug charges. It looked like someone was really settling scores with their family. The younger brother was also arrested; fortunately, the elder brother had already served in the army. And the fourteen-year-old boy was sent to a juvenile colony. Drugs were also attributed to it.

Although the case was initially a false one. But fortunately, according to the new laws, he could not be given more than six years.

My mother was an athletic woman and also trained like a Spartan. Therefore, in the women's colony, she soon gained authority and was able to get a good job. The younger brother, strong and well trained in combat techniques, also became one of the fighters, then became a squad leader. After serving one third of his sentence, he went on parole and early release. In Russia, the laws for juvenile offenders are humane, and one might even say it was lucky that he went on his first trip at only fourteen years old.

In general, the fact that the colonel, by tradition, was an ardent admirer of Spartan education clearly benefited his family. The strong are relatively good in prison, but the weak are relatively bad on the throne! The boy passed through the zone without harm to himself and even received a higher legal (!) education. Apparently he was not carried away by the romance of thieves, and times have changed - it has become unfashionable to be a bandit. Rather, it attracted business.

A legal education is vital for a businessman. With the mother, the situation was more complicated - she was an adult, and a serious crime was pinned on her in a fabricated case. Literally the organizer of a syndicate for the transportation and sale of dope. And it is almost impossible to reconsider the case. So many higher ranks will then end up as fools.

But the mother managed to get her transferred to a good zone near the Caspian Sea, and there she got a job as the keeper of the common fund. The jailer wrote several books, and even acted in films. Why not?

She is slim beyond her years, physically strong, a pretty woman with an expressive face and a masculine chin.

So, in principle, she had a good time in the zone, she did not switch off from life. And she even had offspring. The boy trained from the cradle, and brightened up everyday life in prison. However, as befits a godfather, her mother did not work, so she had a lot of free time.

Vladlen returned seven years later - having passed the highest level of initiation in martial arts. Although the threat of revenge had not yet completely passed, the warrior only changed her last name to Shamanova - leaving her previous name.

Since her father was really friendly with the well-known General Shamanov, the change of surname turned out to be quite symbolic.

Vladlen, whose abilities are phenomenal, and whose school is very tough and at the same time completely rational, had no equal in martial arts. She studied the peculiar style of Russian wrestling. The name wrestling is of course conditional, or something like Ruscundo.

Vladlen has mastered a martial arts that is similar to Taehwando - a very developed technique of striking footwork, with Russian fist fighting, wrestling similar to Aikido - throwing techniques and the use of the opponent"s inertia, from Thai boxing - strikes with elbows, knees, and head. The Rodnoverie created a syncretic martial art, the techniques of which were polished for centuries, and the master magicians took all the best from other peoples and schools.

Of course, Vladlen was taught Shamanova and how to use weapons... But it is impossible to know and master everything. A true martial artist must be proficient in all of his arsenal without exception. But he performs individual techniques and his own tricks brilliantly.

Vladlen most of all loved to fight with her feet and throw deadly objects with her bare fingers, although she was strong, perhaps, in everything.

The girl, who was called a karateka, although she did not study karate at all, opened her own school. She competed in various competitions, but did not strive for fame and titles.

Although she participated in some commercial competitions and even in underground fights without rules, she needed money.

While still a very young girl, Vladlen was in no hurry to get married and have offspring. She improved herself in martial arts and taught them to children. Volka Rybachenko showed especially great hope. By the way, he was also extremely deft at throwing sharp objects with his feet. The karate boy (again a nickname that has nothing to do with reality!) promised to grow into the greatest master.

And then suddenly Volka was invited to act in films and his brother Oleg Rybachenko and Vladlen Shamanova herself went with him. And that's another story.

AMAZER-DILETTANT

This one is more realistic and believable. Namely, the spirit of the most ordinary and ordinary person took possession of Stalin"s body. And since he was just an average person, a layman. All he knew was that Hitler would strike on June 22, 1941, and the results were terrible.

The Germans were able to take Moscow, and the mediocre loser was simply poisoned by his own entourage. But after the fall of the capital, it was already too late to correct anything. The Japanese struck in the Far East, Türkiye from the south. The Caucasus also fell.

And Stalin was initially replaced by Molotov as a compromise figure. But then the ambitious Beria showed up. And Zhukov intercepted him. And the rigmarole began. In short, the Germans reached the Urals in the summer and further, uniting with the Japanese, suppressing all appearance of resistance.

But in the West the war continued. The Americans hesitated - Franklin Roosevelt, as one would expect, delayed until the last minute. Back on Christmas Day 1941, the Germans attacked Gibraltar. By this time, Moscow and Leningrad had been taken, and in the south the Germans had advanced to the Volga and Terek. They were hampered more by extended communications and vast Russian spaces than by the poorly organized resistance of Soviet troops.

Hitler personally met with Franco and outlined the prospect to him: the USSR as a military force does not exist. The United States will not be the first to enter the war anyway. So Britain is absolutely not dangerous. Moreover, in November, after the capture of Moscow, Rommel received reinforcements, a couple of selected divisions and an entire air army to boot. And the British fell down like dust. The Germans are already in Alexandria... So Franco has more reason to fear Hitler's wrath than revenge from Britain. But if he still wants to receive from the African and English colonies then...

Franco, realizing that the Wehrmacht"s hands were untied and he himself could lose everything, first agreed to let the German troops through, and then he himself declared war on Britain. At the same time, the position of the British worsened every day. Gibraltar was taken in three days. And soon the Germans occupied Palestine, Syria together with the Turks, and Iraq and the Middle East.

America was drawn into war on July 4, 1942. Japan attacked Peru-Habar on Independence Day.

The Germans, using the resources of Russia, Europe, and then Africa and Asia, waged an air offensive and submarine warfare.

Germany increased the production of weapons and launched an offensive in southern Africa.

By the end of 1942, Africa was under complete Nazi control, as was India, by the way. And Indochina, Singapore and the islands to Australia came under the control of the Japanese. True, the winter attempt to capture the Hawaiian archipelago was unsuccessful due to the lack of organization of the samurai.

But still, the Japanese, having more military experience, dominated the sea. In addition, the German submarine fleet increased very quickly, reducing the strength of Britain and the United States.

In May 1943, a German landing took place on the English metropolis. The Germans used landing gliders, submarine tanks, and even the first AR-161 jet bombers and four-engine Yu-488.

Britain, exhausted by the submarine war, could not hold out for long, but fought extremely stubbornly.

After a month of bloody fighting, London fell and the Battle of England ended.

The next stage was America. Canada, where Churchill fled, fought on the side of the United States, but Latin American countries refused to wage war on the Third Reich. And Argentina, and after it Brazil, provided the Germans with their allies on their territory with military bases.

The war became protracted. USA overseas. Their land army is strong, and their fleet is being built very quickly.

But little by little the Germans and Japanese took over. On their side were all the resources of the eastern hemisphere, and part of the western. Yes, the declared total war was bearing fruit.

Operation Icarus was successful and Iceland fell. After which the Krauts switched to Greenland. 1944, however, did not give anyone a decisive advantage. However, Japan and the Third Reich gained a foothold in the Eastern Hemisphere and became stronger in Latin America. In the winter of 1945, the samurai, together with the Nazis, captured the Hawaiian Islands. And in the spring they moved to the isthmus of Panama.

After Roosevelt's death, the United States began to seek peace with the Third Reich and Japan. But finding a compromise is difficult. Moreover, Hitler smelled blood. The barracuda of fascism wanted too much. The war continued. The Nazis gained a foothold in Greenland, and in the summer of 1945 they tried to land in Canada, but were thrown into the sea. Canada did not want to capitulate. True, in the autumn of 1945, Australia fell, the last significant stronghold of the Western world in the Eastern Hemisphere. Japan and Germany completely dominated the sea. Their submarine fleet was unparalleled.

In addition, hydrogen peroxide submarines turned out to be very strong and mobile. Their speed reached forty knots per hour.

And in the winter of forty-five and forty-six it was Zealand"s turn. In the spring of 1946, the United States declared war on almost all countries of Latin America.

But the project to create an atomic bomb, due to funding cuts, did not produce tangible results. Therefore, the Americans could not throw away this trump ace in a game worth losing!

And in the field of tank building, the Third Reich was significantly ahead of the United States. The best American serial tank, the Pershing, weighed forty-two tons, had 102 millimeters of frontal armor and a 90-mm cannon with an initial projectile speed of 810 kilometers per hour. And the best and most popular German tank, the "Royal Lion" in 1946, weighed 65 tons and had frontal armor of 250 millimeters. Also the sides and stern of 200 millimeters and a cannon of 105 millimeters with a barrel length of 100 EL.

Given the pyramidal shape of the tank, it could not be penetrated by the Pershing from any angle.

An attempt to launch a series of more powerful tanks failed. Only the T-93, by the way, weighing just 93 tons with frontal armor of 305 millimeters and a 120-caliber gun had some chances against the Germans in a butt. But the very low driving performance of the car, as well as the lack of a rotating turret, did not make it a worthy competitor.

The development of the SuperPershing took a long time, and still this tank was inferior to the German one.

And jet aviation, the total superiority in quality is on the side of the Nazis. The Americans could only oppose in quantity. But the Germans, having the resources of the old world, could churn out three to four hundred cars a day, not inferior in number to the United States. ME-362, Non-262, Non-323, ME-1010, TA-283 - these jet fighters against American imperfections - class "F" are beyond competition!

And the jet bombers TA-400, TA-500, Yu-387, AR-383, OD-18, GO-270 are also beyond competition. The United States does not yet have a full-fledged jet bomber. Maybe the B-29. True, there is a B-36 in the project, but so far it is far from production.

And German A-class ballistic missiles have no analogues in the world.

Disc planes also have no competitors...

Technologically, the Third Reich has thoroughly furnished America, and therefore Hitler is determined to finish the United States to the end. And no compromises. In 1946, the offensive against Mexico and Cuba began. In the fall, fighting was already in full swing in Texas and California. And the Germans and Japanese invaded Canada from Alaska.

But now the forty-sixth year has passed. World War II is still going on. The year 1947 was fatal for Canada, which was finally occupied by the Krauts, coming from the north.

The B-36 jet bomber finally appeared in America, but it was still not possible to get it to Germany and Japan. In addition, at the end of the year, the Washington tank appeared with a 120-mm long-barreled gun, and relatively acceptable armor and driving characteristics with a weight of sixty-three tons. Although it was protected worse than the German one, it was no longer inferior in armor-piercing power.

However, by the end of 1947, the United States had already lost more than half of its territory and was doomed.

The Germans even managed to test super-heavy tanks "Rat" and "Monster" during the assault on large cities. The latter had a bomb launcher that ejected a charge weighing ten tons!

Imagine how terrible the weapon turned out!

And on New Year's Day New York fell, and Washington on the tenth of January.

However, the Yankees still held out for almost another six months. Ironically, the second war ended precisely on May 9, 1948.

But even after this, the peace did not last long. Hitler did not like the fact that Japan, being much more backward than the Third Reich in economics, seized so much land for itself.

The Nazis, although belatedly, had their own atomic bomb in August 1948. Part of the delay was caused by the fact that the Fuhrer was somewhat cold about the idea of weapons of mass destruction. Hitler believed that countries should be conquered, not destroyed.

But for some reason, the cruel tyrant decided to make an exception for the allied Japan.

Having churned out large ballistic missiles and nuclear charges, the Nazis began the Third World War on July 4, 1951.

They launched powerful nuclear strikes on Tokyo and other Japanese cities. Then the naval and ground forces struck.

The Third Pestilence War ended in six months; on the whole, it was virtually a one-and-done battle. And the active phase of hostilities lasted three months.

Thus, the Third Reich established final world hegemony. Such injustice happened because mediocrity entered the body of the Great Stalin. And no knowledge of the future helped her! In particular, the amateur decided to develop jet aviation and gave such an order to all plants and factories. It turned out that the propeller was turned down and the jet was not released.

And the strategic decisions of the assailant could not be more stupid. No wonder the Red Army was blown away. And without it, there is no one to resist Germany, its allies and Japan.

Well, Hitler himself decided on imperial unification. Namely, the creation of a global unitary power, which voluntarily and compulsorily included all the powers of the planet Earth without exception. With a single currency, of course, and a barbaric genetic selection program.

And also with the preparation of a massive space expansion!

A BOY SAVES TSAR'S RUSSIA

It's frosty January outside. Here is a boy Oleg Rybachenko walking down the street to school, and suddenly he sees that the wall in the neighboring panel house is glowing somehow strangely. The boy feels a special call - run there, you will become a leader. The boy ran as fast as he could.

It"s good that there were surprisingly few cars, and he managed to slip through, right under their noses. A deft dive and you are at the green glow of the wall.

The boy rushes towards her. Hands, as if in a film about "Harry Potter," easily enter this jelly, and a second later the boy himself, from twenty-five degrees below zero, finds himself on a summer lawn overgrown with green grass.

Even by inertia, the boy falls on the grass and immediately jumps up. It"s good after the frost to find yourself in the arms of a summer that has not yet died. Even if he jumped over the top of his head.

The boy looked around - there were no people around, only trees that had already begun to turn yellow, and... a railway embankment. It was tall, lined with granite, and in front of it there was even barbed wire wound on striped poles.

Oleg Rybachenko felt that this was all for a reason. And he actually stands before something decisive... An order is heard in his head: approach the railway track. This is not very easy to do; there is a thick layer of wire in the way - a Bruno spiral.

The heat itself told the boy a way out. He quickly began to take off his winter clothes. And throw it on a thorn. The boy feels a special form of mental order. "You can now become a maker of history. You are no longer just a schoolboy with an overdeveloped imagination, Oleg Rybachenko will do great things!"

The boy pulled down the wire and was left wearing only jeans and a T-shirt. It was also hot in warm winter boots, and the boy woke up. It is very pleasant to feel the prickly green grass barefoot. The soil in August is perfectly warmed up and the boy likes to walk on it.

And winter is a crappy time of year - in contrast to the sweet summer. The boy, however, does not have time to stand with his mouth open - since he is the ruler. The boy quickly climbs through the wire. A current was passed through it, and sparks shot through the clothes and onto the bare heels.

The boy screamed, the blow was painful, and jumped onto the canvas. The soles were pricked by sharp stones. But the boy quickly ran behind the embankment. He felt that all this was not without reason, but part of a great plan!

Here they are, the hot rails, the sun has already passed midday, the air smells of linden and honey. So quiet that you can clearly hear the distant hum of bees.

The boy stood barefoot on the hot iron and heard new orders: "put seven stones on each rail." The boy hesitated and said out loud:

- But then the train can go off the rails?

The voice hit my eardrums:

- This is exactly what is needed! The enemies of Russia will be coming here!

The boy didn't argue anymore. And the voice of God clarified: choose only steel-colored stones.

The hands were already moving on their own. Oleg Rybachenko felt delighted in himself - he is a master, a simple schoolboy will go down in history!

The stones are light on both railway lanes: exactly fourteen pieces - seven from each. And they are virtually indistinguishable!

It is done! The boy crossed himself once again, read "Our Father," and, flashing his bare heels, turned back. He ran away, clattering over the stones and scratching his soles. He jumped over the embankment almost straight away...

I didn"t want to climb through the current again, but there was no way out. The boy, using a run-up, flew from the embankment to the last barrier almost instantly. I got a slight electric shock, but it's no longer scary. And here he is Oleg Rybachenko again on the warm summer earth. Ahead, a green fog glows right in the air: the way back.

The boy really doesn"t want to go back from the warm summer to the cold and winter. But then a mysterious voice gives the last order:

- Hurry up, or the portal will close, and you will forever remain in 1914 and never see your parents.

Oleg Rybachenko hastily tears his clothes off the wire and haphazardly pulls them on himself. The portal begins to fade and the boy, without putting on his shoes, rushes to the exit. He bumps into something elastic and with an effort jumps out. The trampled city snow burns your bare feet. You have to put on your shoes and pull on your winter jacket right on the street - catching the puzzled glances of passers-by.

Someone even shouted: "crazy." But the boy does not pay attention - he has done his job and completed a great mission...

On August 22, 1914, the train carrying Hindenburg, Erich Ludendorff, and Max Hoffmann crashed. All three military commanders who played a decisive role in the battles on the eastern front - from operations in East Prussia and so on - died.

As a result, the disorganized German troops suffered a crushing defeat. Defenseless Koenigsberg was taken on the move, and the German troops were partially surrounded, and partially destroyed or captured.

The victory of the Russian troops had a decisive influence on the entire course of the war. And first of all, from the point of view of the morale of soldiers and officers. It is no secret that after the defeat from Japan, the authority of the Russian army fell sharply. Nobody considered these narrow-eyed Asians to be serious opponents. And here the Russians lost four major battles, and in all battles they had a numerical superiority.

And at sea they were also completely defeated, except that there were isolated, private successes. The Vladivostok cruisers especially distinguished themselves.

So where to fight the Germans, who were considered the best ground soldiers in the world?

And then it turned out that it was possible to smash the Krauts, drive them away and take tens of thousands of prisoners!

Enthusiasm among the Russian military and the population has grown manifold. On the Austrian front, the offensive progressed rapidly. Austria-Hungary was not ready for war. And the morale of especially the Slavic units is extremely low. Many of them surrendered directly to the beat of drums and the sounds of the orchestra. The Slavs did not want to fight against their brothers, for the hated Austrians. Only the Hungarian and ethnic German units were more or less combat-ready.

The Russian army overthrew the Austrian troops and immediately occupied Lvov, the Przemysl fortress and, building on its success, entered Hungary. The German front was bursting at the seams. Superior Russian forces defeated the Prussians in Poznan and rushed to the Oder. The Germans transferred six corps to Austria.

But this was not enough. Moreover, there was not enough strength to hold positions in the center. And in the west, heavy fighting continued.

Then Germany was forced to transfer new forces to the east. The situation was aggravated by Italy's entry into the war against Austria. These countries have had hostile relations for centuries. And the Triple Alliance was in many ways an artificial formation. Although if the war had turned out more favorably for Germany and Austria, Italy would have joined the strongest. And now Russian troops are approaching Budapest, and the affairs of the Central Powers are rubbish! Romania also rushed to join the war.

It"s clear - the Romanian king is a relative of Nicholas II, and wants to expand his lands at the expense of the collapsing Austrian Empire.

And Bulgaria, unlike real history, entered the war on the side of Russia.

Only the Ottoman Empire turned out to be loyal to the Germans. And only because the Minister of Defense ordered the start of hostilities, presenting the Prime Minister and the Sultan with a fait accompli. The Turkish army is not very strong, but it created problems with supplying Russia to the Entente. But on the other hand, this is a great chance for Russia to significantly expand its territories in the southern direction. Japan, of course, declared war on Germany and Austria. To take over the German colonies in the Pacific.

This gave Russia a free hand in the Far East. And in the west the Germans were being crushed.

Only on the Oder River was Germany able to stop the advance of the Russian army. To do this, it was necessary to stop all offensive actions in the West. Almost half of Austria-Hungary was liberated by Russian troops.

Thus, the Austrian Empire actually left the game and turned into a burden for Germany. The Bulgarians launched an attack on Istanbul.

In winter, there was a lull in military operations in Europe. But the Russian army began an attack on Turkey. And then everything developed successfully. Moreover, the Arabs and Armenians rebelled against Ottoman rule.

Russian troops were already in Baghdad in February, and the British captured Basra. By the end of March, Russia occupied all of Asia Minor and began an assault on Istanbul together with the Bulgarians and Serbs. Türkiye has left the game. Syria, Palestine, the south of Iraq went to Britain and France - Russia received everything else. Saudi Arabia still remained a formally independent territory, but it was also supposed to be divided after the surrender of Germany. And she was just around the corner. On April 25, 1915, the United States entered the war against the Germans. It is clear that the Americans are practical people and wanted to be in time to share the victory pie. By spring, the Russian army produced a new type of weapon in large quantities: Luna-2 all-terrain vehicles with machine guns. The new tanks, although light, reached a speed of 40 kilometers per hour on the highway and had excellent driving characteristics.

Russian troops in early May, as soon as the roads dried up, began an offensive in Hungary and along the entire southern front. The Austrian army collapsed; German troops were not enough to hold the front.

On June 22, Russian troops entered Vienna. And on June 24, English, French, Belgian, and the first American battalions entered Brussels. Holland entered the war against Germany, and a little later Sweden and Denmark. The Germans had difficulty holding the barrier along the Oder, but the Russian, tsarist army developed an attack on Munich. The largest city in southern Germany fell on August 7, 1915. And on August 11, Germany capitulated in an absolutely hopeless situation.

After which the division of the territory began. Austria-Hungary and the Ottoman Empire disappeared from the world political map. Bulgaria turned out to be that part of Turkish territory that the Ottomans conquered from it in 1913. Serbia expanded significantly and transformed into Yugoslavia. Romania received Transylvania. Russia included in its composition: Bukovina, Galicia, Czechoslovakia, the Krakow region and half of Hungary, right up to Budapest itself, where the border was drawn. Germany received a major reduction in its territory. In the west, she had to return Elzar and Lorraine to France, previously conquered lands of Denmark. In the east it is most difficult.

Russia insisted on drawing the border along the Oder, and for France along the Rhine. But the USA and Britain did not want to strengthen Russia and France too much and weaken Germany. As a result, a compromise was adopted. Russia receives all the lands in the East, where the Poles have a majority.

East Prussia lost Klaipeda, Danzig, and found itself cut off from Germany, but at least it survived in a truncated form. Koenigsberg remained German. But Germany lost a lot of land. The border turned out to be very broken. In some places it even reached the Oder, and largely depended on the ethnic composition of the population. However, the Germans almost entirely retained Pomerania. But from Berlin to the Russian border there remained no more than a hundred kilometers.

So the Germans are at gunpoint. The size of the German army was limited to one hundred thousand soldiers and officers. Huge reparations were imposed on the Germans. The war lasted a little over a year.

The Russian tsarist empire did not have time to fall into a state of crisis, and emerged with large territorial acquisitions. The authority of the tsar strengthened, and the wave of the revolutionary movement began to decline, while in the economy, on the contrary, a period of unusually rapid growth began.

HOW LENIN MANAGED TO BECOME PRESIDENT OF THE USA

Vladimir Ilyich Lenin, trying to appear taller, straightened up with all his might. His dry, small, but very mobile hands fidgeted nervously on the shiny, black table made of the rarest sandalwood. Sitting opposite him, a huge man in a white suit with a heavy gold chain around his bull's neck growled:

- Well, Mr. Ulyanov. I agree to your terms - five grand a month, plus a percentage from each auctioned enterprise! - Here the thug"s voice became firmer and he even sharply shook the heavy chain. - Just so that Comrade Lenin is without falsehood and dust!

Rubbing his sweaty hands contentedly, Vladimir Ilyich said:

- Of course, Mr. Rockefeller, but in our business you can"t avoid falsehood! Everything should be amicable and very sincere!

And both scoundrels laughed loudly...

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The October Revolution did not happen in Russia. There was a temporary lull on the fronts of the First World War. The Germans and Austrians tried to achieve success in the West.

The Russian army was active only on the Turkish front, where it managed to finally unite with the British and inflict a series of defeats on the enemy, occupying most of Asia Minor.

But then the Constituent Assembly met in which the Bolsheviks found themselves in a desperate minority, and the Socialist Revolutionaries dominated.

One of the first decisions was to allocate land to the peasants and continue the war to a victorious end!

In July 1918, the German offensive on Paris failed and the victorious Russian army struck: first against the Austrians, then against the Germans.

Germany desperately resisted, but in December, when Russian troops in the east occupied Warsaw and Krakow, the allies in the west captured Brussels - it still capitulated. True, two weeks later - the absence of a revolution affected.

William, however, was forced to renounce almost all of his powers, remaining a purely nominal monarch.

And General Kornilov became the president of the new Russian republic. In August 1917, his rebellion was successful; however, Kerensky formally remained prime minister, but had already given the presidency to Kornilov.

He also became the Supreme Commander-in-Chief, Kornilov.

This was followed by popular elections for the Russian presidency and a referendum on a new constitution.

The people who are quite accustomed to the authoritarian form of government supported Kornilov"s option.

Russia expanded its possessions at the expense of Germany, the collapse of Austria-Hungary, and Turkey, which disappeared from the world map.

The latter was finally divided among the great powers. Russia got Asia Minor, the straits and Constantinople. The French took Syria, the British Palestine and Iraq.

In 1926, war broke out again between Russia and Japan. The reason was the status of Manchuria and Port Arthur. According to the agreement, the lease rights to Port Arthur were transferred to Japan, and the lease expired. However, the Japanese had no intention of returning what they had captured to China.

Moreover, young Hirohito, dreaming of new victories, had just received power.

However, the Russian was already different. Seasoned on the fronts of the First World War, with experienced commanders, new tanks and aircraft, it began to successfully attack the Japanese.

Four and a half months later, the Russian army took Port Arthur and drove the Japanese out of the continent!

For some time, Japan still held out at sea - until the ships of the Baltic and Black Sea squadrons approached.

After which the Land of the Rising Sun capitulated.

Russia developed very quickly, but in 1929 a great depression began throughout the world.

Riots also engulfed the Russian Empire. Moreover, Kornilov carried out active Russification.

However, he managed to stay on the throne, and in the USA... the American Bolsheviks led by Lenin came to power!

Having emerged from the depression, the new Bolshevik regime began to prepare for a new war!

The revolution in Spain ended with the victory of the communists and thereby created a powerful Bolshevik bridgehead in Europe...

January 1, 1938. Vladimir Ilyich Lenin nervously paces around the huge office in the White House. The situation around the world is heating up. Following Spain, the communists achieved success in France.

Russia, which is ruled by a generalissimo and President Kornilov, has already made it clear that it will not allow the expansion of Bolshevism into Europe. Five hundred divisions in a ten million Russian army is not a joke at all!

Vladimir Ilyich understands this. And he proposes a tactical alliance for Britain against Russia.

The British have always been extremely wary of Russian expansion. But radical communism frightened them even more. It was necessary to drive a wedge between them and Russia.

Lenin was preparing to receive Defense Minister Churchill and at the same time provide the British with proof of the unshakable power of the United States.

And to begin with, the bald dictator heard a report on a new weapon - the "atomic bomb".

Oppenheimer delivered his report in very restrained tones. Yes, there have already been successes and even a nuclear reactor has been launched, but the appearance of an atomic bomb is still very far away. The main problem is obtaining enriched uranium and plutonium. In addition, this news is not entirely pleasant - one such bomb will cost as much as several battleships. So, there"s even another question: is it worth spending money on one big bomb if you can make a hundred thousand small ones?

Lenin, a short, bald, but still agile old man (sixty-seven years old, however, is still far from being very old!), energetically walking around the large hall of his office, remarked:

- You, comrade, do not understand dialectics! Yes, the bomb will still be expensive, but then its cost with the transition to mass production will decrease by an enormous amount!

Oppenheimer timidly remarked:

- And the Russians will not sit idly by!

A logical and harsh conclusion followed from Vladimir Ilyich:

- So we must get ahead of them at any cost!

Then Oppenheimer"s black assistant begins to sing:

- After all, we need victory! One for all, we will not stand behind the price! One for all, we will not stand behind the price!

Oppenheimer bowed to US President Lenin and growled:

- You are a genius! Of course, we will not stand behind the price, and will get ahead of the Russians, but we need money!

Lenin said confidently, tapping the heels of his crocodile skin shoes:

- There will be money!

- And slaves!

Vladimir Ilyich uttered a historical phrase:

- I don"t limit your funds! I'm limiting your time!

The gears of the command and administrative machine of the US empire began to turn.

But this is not the most important thing. Vladimir Ilyich, like no one else, understood that in order to defeat Russia, it was necessary to undermine it from within.

Vladimir Ilyich wrinkled his high, long, uneven wrinkled forehead and energetically picked up the receiver from the phone and began to dial Dulles.

When the chief spy approached the apparatus, Lenin shouted deafeningly at the top of his lungs:

- We need a person who is equal or at least not inferior to me in the ability to rebel, deceive and seduce the people!

Dulles responded in a very confident tone:

- I know such a person, Vladimir Ilyich!

Lenin, jumping up like a devil, roared:

- So who is he? Who is this man-made genius?

Dulles, drawing out the syllables into a chant, said:

- Joseph Vissarionovich Stalin! You probably know him, Vladimir Ilyich!

Lenin winked at himself in the mirror with gold and diamond frames and roared:

- This cook cooks only spicy dishes!

Dulles, grinning confidently, confirmed:

- But this is exactly what we need!

Lenin winked again and growled:

- Give Stalin everything he asks. And promise him the place of this arch insignificant Generalissimo Kornilov!

Dulles roared deafeningly:

- It will be executed Vladimir Ilyich!

NEVER GIVE UP VITYAZ

Many argue about whether the Russians would have won World War II on their own, without the help of the West? So the Gods decided to test this in practice. And in one parallel universe, they placed a barrier between the allied forces, colonies, and the Third Reich along with the USSR. And this happened for the purity of the experiment back in June 1941.

So that the allies could neither help the USSR nor the Third Reich. And for the complete purity of the experiment, Japan was hidden behind a barrier. Like, let everything be absolutely clean, as if in a laboratory.

In the very first days, nothing much different from the real story happened. The Fritz advanced, as in real history, about 30-40 kilometers a day, but gradually slowing down. Of course, the lack of bombing of the British and the enemies of Rommel"s corps made it possible to unleash some of the forces - especially aviation. But the Germans have not done this yet; things at the fronts were already going quite successfully. However, at the end of July, the Battle of Smolensk slowed down the advance of the Fritz. Hitler decided to recall Rommel and his divisions from Libya, deciding that Italy"s occupation forces were quite sufficient. The fascist leadership, in order not to waste time, began to transfer armed forces and especially aviation from France and the Balkans. Hitler still hoped that he could break through the Soviet troops in the center and make it before winter.

Instead of turning south, the Fritz resumed their offensive in the center, trying to envelop the Soviet troops attacking Smolensk from the flanks. And Rommel"s corps already went on the offensive on August 13, crossing the Dnieper and trying to get to the rear of the Soviet group defending Kyiv.

Stalin was at a loss. Almost all of Europe and French possessions in Africa suddenly found themselves against him, and not a single ally.

Unless you expect danger from Japan now. And the Supreme Commander-in-Chief gives the order: to remove all divisions from the Far East.

German troops, having broken through almost to Moscow itself, were stopped by Siberian corps. But in the south, thanks to a change of command and the actions of Rommel, the Fritz were able to cut off the Soviet southern group.

The course of hostilities in Ukraine was also negatively affected by the fact that Stalin cowardly pulled all reserves to Moscow, and thereby exposed his own rear.

More precisely, not for himself, but for the southern group. It turned out to be a bad situation. But in real history, the defense of Kyiv turned out to be a defeat. Only here there was a nuance, the Germans were already near Moscow, and the fascists strengthened at the expense of Europe, faster than Stalin at the expense of the Far East. And the Germans had to cover less distance, and the roads in Europe are better. But try to quickly transfer everything one by one to the Trans-Siberian Railway.

As a result, the Germans were able to break through to Kharkov and Voroshilovgrad even earlier than in real history, capturing a lot of industry and factories.

Leningrad was also blocked, but not taken. And the Germans entered Crimea. And the Fritz managed to capture Voronezh in the south, moving along the Don to Stalingrad.

They still defended Moscow and even went on a counter-offensive in the winter. But on the southern flank, Rommel managed to break through to Stalingrad. The landing in Kerch did not go well either. With great difficulty, Soviet troops were only able to push the enemy away from Stalingrad. And that was only because the climate was not on the side of the Wehrmacht and they were afraid to fight in the cold and snowdrifts.

Why did Rommel have to retreat beyond the Don. And this was a deafening slap in the face for the Fuhrer.

But in the spring of 1942, the balance of forces changed. Having put a lot of pressure on their allies, the Germans increased the number of their troops, including at the expense of the Khivi, and the number of satellites. Italy and France especially added in quantity. Black divisions also appeared on the eastern front. Fortunately, the British and American front from Africa did not interfere with the transfer of troops and resources.

And de Gaulle, when he lost the support of his allies, was betrayed by his own comrades.

Thus, more significant forces were assembled against the USSR than in reality. The Krauts especially added to this in airplanes, maintaining their advantage in the air. And ground forces exceeded seven million against 5.6 million Soviet soldiers.

And the Nazis began their offensive in the south. Rommel managed to capture Stalingrad on June 27. The Fritz were able to pour hundreds of tanks onto the city at once. The dominance of enemy aircraft in the air also had an effect, which made it difficult to transfer Soviet reinforcements across the wide Volga River.

Alas, the heroic Stalingrad did not happen in AI. And Rommel moved along the route planned in the plans down the Volga and to the Caspian Sea.

Attempts to break through the Germans with counterattacks in the center failed. Moreover, the Rzhev salient was not formed. So the Krauts had a more even front at the time of the Soviet counteroffensive, and they also retreated more evenly. But Rzhev, unfortunately, remained with the fascists.

It was not possible to penetrate the Fritz, and it was very difficult to hold the Caucasus after the fall of Stalingrad. Since the supply artery on the Volga is cut. And when at the end of July the Germans reached the Caspian Sea, the situation became almost hopeless. Now it was possible to supply only by water.

Considering that the Nazis had air superiority, the event became something in between, extremely difficult and hopeless.

August and September passed in fierce battles, until the enemy along the Caspian coast reached Baku. And there they still resisted with Rommel until the end of October. The situation was aggravated by Turkey's entry into the war.

The experimental gods took care of Japan, but not the Ottomans. But the Nazis still did not dare to attack Moscow in winter and stopped for the winter.

The Red Army made several offensive attempts. But the enemy was superior in manpower, in the number of experienced personnel and in aviation. Only more tanks and artillery were produced in the USSR so far. But the tanks were mostly light, and the quality of the armor was extremely poor. There also seems to be a lot of aircraft being produced, but due to the shortage of duralumin, they are heavier and less maneuverable than the standard ones. The Yak-9 also turned out to be almost entirely made of wood. And this, of course, was a minus.

Hitler was counting on his famous new tanks - "Panthers" and "Tigers".

They were produced in ever-increasing quantities. The third representative of the menagerie appeared: "Lion." In real history, such a machine was developed in 1942, but due to a lack of resources and heavy weight, the heaviest monster was rejected.

But then the "Lion" weighing 90 tons went into production. Its advantages-powerful armor and a 105-mm cannon-partly compensated for its poor performance. Serial 76-mm Soviet guns could not penetrate the Lion from all angles.

So it was not a bad breakthrough tank if the defense line was very powerful and had deep echelons.

And the Soviet command was thoroughly strengthened under the Soviet capital. And try to break through here.

The fourth representative of the menagerie: "Mouse", was somewhat delayed in its launch into series.

The size of the Red Army was increased to six million, although many of the soldiers were new recruits.

They were opposed by more than nine million, but the numerical superiority was partially compensated by the too motley nature of the enemy army.

In aviation, the enemy is stronger both in number and quality. The newest ME-309 and Yu-288 have appeared. In response, Soviet vehicles are of inferior quality, due to a lack of skilled labor and scarce materials. The tanks are still old T-34s, and most of the light ones, as well as KVs.

In the summer, the Wehrmacht launched an offensive: an assault on Moscow and an attack up the Volga towards Saratov. After fierce fighting, Moscow was surrounded by the end of autumn. Saratov, Kuibyshev, Penza, Ulyanovsk were also captured. Stalin fled to Sverdlovsk. The situation became critical.

The capital was given an order: not to surrender under any circumstances. The Germans launched assaults, but rolled back or got bogged down in street fighting. In winter, the Wehrmacht's offensive paused. True, the Germans enclosed not only the Soviet capital, but also Leningrad in a double ring.

In May, the Nazi offensive began again, but in the direction of the cities of Gorky and Kazan. Soviet tank building, despite all the difficulties, was able to launch into series: T-34-85 and IS-2, albeit in small quantities.

Gorky fell only in July, and Kazan held out until the end of August.

A terrible famine reigned in Leningrad, and the Fritz did not even try to storm it. And Moscow gradually came under control. And then on September 30, after an extremely bloody assault, the Kremlin fell.

The first-class fortress was severely destroyed. And this became a new blow for the Soviet people. The Germans moved to the Urals, but there they got stuck in snowdrifts. It's hard to fight with the USSR. Stalin was a supporter of standing until the end. But it was extremely costly for the country itself and the Germans in particular.

In the south, the Nazis advanced through Central Asia.

In 1945, the USSR acquired the SU-100 and IS-3, but only in small series. Alas, by the end of June the Nazis had conquered Central Asia. And in July Sverdlovsk also fell. In August, the Germans captured Kurgan and Tyumen. And on September 3rd there is also Tobolsk. At the end of September Khanty-Maisiysk. And in mid-October and Omsk.

Novosibirsk, however, has not yet submitted to the Nazis. Very severe frosts forced the Krauts to stick to the cities.

So until May 1946, the Nazis did not conduct active military operations.

After which we went to Novosibirsk. Disc-shaped helicopters and the latest "E" series tanks took part in the battles. However, this did not help the Fuhrer too much. The Fritz took Novosibirsk at the end of June. They crossed the Ob River. Then in July the monsters captured Kemerovo and Tomsk, and the Altai Territory. After fierce fighting, Abakan fell in August, and Irkutsk was stormed in September.

The Germans, belching blood profusely, took him too. But again they fizzled out. Extended communications. So we stopped at the approaches to Chita. But in principle, where should they rush? You can wait for summer and test new equipment.

Be it diskettes or jet aircraft. In 1947, Soviet designers launched the IS-4, IS-7 and T-54 tanks into production. True, in purely symbolic quantities. There were not enough people or resources. The Nazis resumed their advance. They captured Aginskoye at the end of June and Blagoveshchensk. Khabarovsk fell in July, and Vladivostok in August. Thus, the Nazis captured almost all major Soviet cities. Maybe except for Pertopavlovsk. The monsters seized Magadan in September. But still Stalin did not surrender.

In the end, the Nazis still lost!

SPACE WARS

After several relatively prosperous years, difficult trials came for Russia. The Celestial Empire, using its colossal human resources and the advantages of a totalitarian political system, was able to become a world hegemon. In Russia, a brutal massacre broke out on the southern borders. Although the Islamist insurgency was crushed, the war on terrorism consumed many resources. The situation was aggravated by the harsh confrontation with the West.

While everything was based on nuclear deterrence, there were no large-scale wars. But the American scientist Wellington came up with the idea of launching a special type of rocket to Mercury using an artificially synthesized radioactive element.

But there was an error in navigation. The rocket deviated from its course and fell into the Sun... An eruption of extremely rarefied plasma occurred, not dangerous to living organisms, but knocking down the atomic structure and slightly changing the bonds between neutrons in the atomic nucleus. Just enough to make uncontrolled nuclear and thermonuclear reactions impossible.

And as a result of this: nuclear weapons turned into a pile of useless rubbish.

The most powerful country in the world militarily and economically: the Celestial Empire, which, due to overpopulation, had an acute shortage of fresh water and energy, presented an ultimatum to lease Siberia.

Russia responded with a decisive refusal...

A big war has begun: the Asian coalition against the West. Our Fatherland has become the main arena of large-scale battles. Peaceful life is a thing of the past: the hell of war has reigned everywhere. The fiercest battles raged from pole to pole.

The situation on the fronts was critical: the Asian Union was already approaching the Ural Mountains.

Near Yekaterinburg, a dazzling fireball crashed, and a deadly dangerous zone arose in which not a single person could live for even a minute.

Motherland, sacred Russia -

My heart is open for you, know...

The blood of the battlefield irrigated -

So that the land blooms in the love of the Fatherland!

The pulse of the Earth beats with a loud groan,

It's hard when war roars...

But the Sun will rise over Glorious Russia -

You are our only immortal mother!

The rye in the endless fields turns golden,

The snow sparkles with bright silver.

And faces look proudly from the icons -

Knight be an eagle in battle!

We will win in the battle of the adversary,

Let's defend the winged dream.

There is no braver Russian soldier,

I will convey my prayer to God!

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When the heart is filled with mercy, for some reason the wallet becomes empty!

The peaks of the Ural Mountains resemble fangs protruding from the mouth, eaten away by caries. Russian tailless fighters are flying at low level. Like swift falcons, Russian knights attack the clumsy but powerfully armored winged battleships of the celestial empire.

Air Force pilot Andrei Ognev performs a difficult turn. A heavy five-barreled Chinese cannon that spits out flame and metal. A fire tornado rushes literally a few millimeters from the translucent armor of a Russian fighter. Tailless snaps back. A crumbled pulsar slides out of its sharp nose. The rotating turret of the gigantic Chinese helicopter warps from the hit... Muffled screams are heard.

Andrei"s dark face with a high forehead breaks into a white-toothed smile.

His partner, a dazzlingly beautiful blonde, Vassa Koltsova, does a barrel roll, forcing an unguided rocket to slip past a steel piranha and sends a "gift" into one of the twelve huge propellers of the battleship"s helicopter.

A huge propeller with a triple row of blades falls to pieces. Vassa, it"s not for nothing that her name is translated as queen, knew how to hit. She always fought in only a short skirt and a khaki T-shirt, but with her bare heels she felt herself and the fighter as a single whole.

Many female pilots imitated her, trying to achieve phenomenal sensitivity. A battleship-helicopter is one hundred and twenty fiery points that are lowered to the surface - a fire roller. A machine that runs on coal dust, but at the same time carries thousands of tons of metal, using dynamic protection.

Japanese, Chinese, and Indian designers made a vehicle invulnerable to Russian air defense systems, but unexpectedly came under air attack.

The narrow-eyed General Mak Lee, distorted with wild anger, roared, pointing with his black-gloved hand:

- Destroy them! Melt these monsters!

A full-breasted but thin-waisted Indian colonel said:

- This couple is the black prince and queen. No one has ever shot them down before!

Mac grinned incredulously and grumbled:

- Can't be. Increase fire density.

And again the battleship-helicopter shuddered. The rotating tower jammed and the titanium body caught fire. Yellow and cinnamon soldiers rushed howling, engulfed in flames. The detonation went off, and a napalm-filled rocket blazed inside the body of the giant helicopter.

Vassa, having reproduced the "slide" technique and passing by the fire trails, issued:

- All ages are submissive to war, only your last day cannot be saddled, being defeated without time!

Andrey is cold-blooded. His father was the youngest general in the Angolan army and came to Moscow to study. There he married Lydia Ognevaya, a famous athlete and candidate of science. Then his father died, and his black and curly-haired son was raised by his fair-haired mother. At school they tried to tease Andrey, but the boy was involved in martial arts in kindergarten. His mother was an excellent fighter herself, and his stepfather was a champion in mixed styles.

Andrei was an excellent student, had a phenomenal memory, and soon became the leader of the boys, their leader. Of course, he chose a flight school and went to fight for his Motherland Russia. He has earned fame and respect. And no one dared to reproach the hero of Russia with black skin, especially since the Negro facial features were mixed with Slavic ones and this made the athletically built pilot quite handsome.

There were no less legends about his love affairs than about his military exploits. Although Andrei himself was much more modest than he was credited with.

Now he was looking for a way to destroy the invulnerable battleship. Active, multi-layer armor covered the main components of the most powerful machine of the Celestial Empire.

Savva fired at the propellers, trying to immobilize the structure...

Meanwhile, the battle flared up on the ground. The turretless tanks of the Eastern bloc went on the attack. Some are huge, others, on the contrary, are no more than a meter high.

Against them, fighters of the Western coalition used mobile mines and guided missiles without recoil.

Not only Russians fought here, but also Europeans: the British, French, Swedes and many others.

A common enemy brought together people with white skin color and Christian morality. The debate about democracy has subsided. Moreover, in Russia, anti-Western sentiments, after aggression came from the east, disappeared. Indeed, where should a pacifist and tolerant Europe go to the East? Their people have largely forgotten how to fight. And when nuclear weapons disappeared, powerful and overpopulated Asia moved its countless hordes north and west.

Among those attacking Russian positions, there are many Arabs. Some fanatics go on the attack without disguise, wearing white robes. They accept death with a smile on their lips.

Thousands of advancing tanks and infantry fighting vehicles look like ants from a bird's eye view. Savva, having damaged another screw, turned a little pale and whispered:

- Still, there are too many of them... God help Russia.

The girl herself saw what was happening in the cities captured by the Asian coalition. Mass pogroms, murders, massacres. Men were hanged on a wire, and women and children were taken to special camps. And then they were sold or distributed for certain works. And the torture of prisoners of war is already commonplace, and even obligatory.

General Mak Lee does not spare even his own. In a helpless frenzy that they cannot cope with the tiny Chizh-3 fighters, he grabs a sword from the wall and cuts off the hand of the Arab operating the anti-aircraft gun. He screams and presses the bloody stump to his chest.

And the formidable commander, with a freshly severed brush with long nails, threatens towards the annoying Russian aces, shouting:

- Destroy! Burn! Burn it!

Savva, enraged, fires another missile... She runs out of ammunition. But the air battleship also loses stability.

Its deadly artillery is out of the game... Having lost the lion's share of its combat power, the giant turns back. They need to return to base soon for repairs and replenishment of ammunition.

Below, Russian cannons fire accurately at the enemy's angular, iron-like tanks. Several cars stopped, sending wisps of smoke into the sky. The ammunition in one "bandura" began to explode. It flew off, flipping over like a gymnast, until it stuck in a gravel mound.

A long-range Russian cannon sends a projectile in the direction of the flagpole. A girl gunner with a light brown braid crosses herself with two fingers and whispers in German:

- May we have good luck!

The flag of the Asian coalition is bright yellow with a red circle in the middle. This is closer to Japan, but this is the symbol the coalition chose. A small projectile from a high-precision cannon breaks the thick rod and a huge sheet, capable of covering the stadium floor, falls down. A dozen Asian tanks are suddenly covered with a velvety blanket.

From the side of the Western coalition and Russian positions there is a unanimous voice:

- Hooray!

Really symbolic. And even though the enemy is outnumbered ten times, the strength of the Russian spirit is unshakable.

Both Russian fighters find themselves momentarily wing to wing. A single whole - almost triangular falcons - defenders of Russia. Savva already imagined how Andrey would put his black strong hand on her shoulder. This is a truly strong man you can rely on.

But it was at this moment that it was as if a thousand photo blitzes burst into flames at once. And the eyes of the fighting couple grew dark. Then the blackness was colored with multi-colored blots, similar to those that appear when oil is spilled on water.

Andrey tried to rub his eyes. His hand, with difficulty overcoming resistance, seemed to be raking water.

As if Savva"s voice is muffled from afar:

- Are we dead?

The black captain answers loudly:

- No! We are alive.

Suddenly, this thick, sticky feeling disappears, and they seem to be in a state of free fall. It even felt light for a few moments, as if in weightlessness.

Savva even whispered a little upset, in a sing-song voice:

It seems that the world is hopelessly lost,

And the knight"s path to the stars is blocked...

In these bends of endless orbits,

Not destined - faith is to drown!

And then she groaned, landing with her bare soles on sharp mountain stones. The darkness, mixed with light spots and waves, dissipated.

The May midday light hurts my eyes a little. Savva found herself on all fours and immediately jumped up.

Andrey professionally bent his legs in the jump and landed skillfully. His face, with its manly chin and high, broad forehead, retained a calm expression. He even smiled at his partner:

- You see! There is that light, and as I have long suspected, this is not heaven!

Savva, staggering, took several uncertain steps. When she landed, she painfully bruised her bare soles and tore her knee. But the girl, with the usual effort of will, drove the martyr's expression from her face and pointed her finger in front of her, exclaiming:

-Wow!

Andrey looked where Savva pointed. In front of them was a dilapidated hill. And on its cracked top rested a ball. More precisely, a spherical, half lead, half platinum colored device, with a sharp beak on top and a dozen thin tentacles evenly spaced along the edges of this futuristic object.

The girl whispered, confused;

- This is Newton's Biome! And how did he manage to do this?

Andrei took a closer look, pressed his head into his shoulders, and sniffed. The air smelled of ozone and burnt tires. Looking around warily, the captain said in a barely audible voice:

- Here we can run into an ambush!

Savva confidently took a step towards the ball and, without lowering the volume of her voice, said:

- No! I know where we are! This is exactly the anomaly zone where the spaceship fell. It's only a hundred miles north of where we fought!

The captain shrugged his shoulders again and, maintaining a semblance of calm in his voice, said:

- No one could survive in the anomalous zone for more than a minute. Even robots broke down, crumbling into rust!

Savva, although this was not easy for her, bravely exclaimed:

-And we will survive!

And she ran towards the hill. Her dusty, round heels, scratched from the fall, nimbly flashed along the uneven, rocky ridge.

Andrey was amazed. Doesn't it hurt for her to walk barefoot on sharp stones? In general, Koltsova"s behavior seemed strange to many when she ignored her usual flight uniform and fought in almost no clothing. And if somewhere in Mesopotamia or Africa, it may be comfortable to wear just a camouflage T-shirt, but in the Urals in the spring it is still cool.

The girl arrived from the southern border. Russian and European troops fought in Syria and Iraq, trying to contain the breakthrough of the Asian coalition. Moreover, part of the Islamic forces was on the side of Russia, and part of Asia.

There wasn't even a clear front line in the south. In Africa in general, even in the same country, different tribes fought with each other. Moreover, religion did not play a decisive role. Many Christians, as well as pagans, followed the Asians, under supposedly left-wing slogans. Africa has truly become like the song in the cartoon about Aibolit.

But it"s probably even harder to run barefoot in the desert than on mountain slopes. And Savva, this savage with a master"s degree, candidate of biological sciences, knew neither pain nor fear.

Andrey rushed after her, trying to catch up with the devil. The spacecraft turned out to be much further than it seemed at first glance.

The girl usually braided her hair, but now her hairstyle fell apart, and the golden train fluttered like a torch flame in the wind.

Never before had his girlfriend seemed so beautiful to the black captain.

Although Andrei is not a weak athlete, he only managed to close the distance with great difficulty, but he never caught up with her, although he stumbled and almost broke his nose. (By the way, not African at all, but with a slight hump and slightly upturned, albeit so black , like the whole body.) And Savva"s bare, chocolate-colored legs flashed, almost right next to the black gentleman"s head and... the girl walked through the wall, as if it were just a hologram.

Annoyed that she had overtaken him, Andrei jumped after her. Careless, but quite chivalrous.

The lead surface felt like warm sea water, and then flew across the floor, burying his face in Savva"s bare feet. Mechanically Andrei kissed her ankles, but the girl angrily kicked him, exclaiming:

- Look at the interesting things here!

Although Ognev wanted to say that there is nothing more interesting when such a beauty is next to you, but when he received a heel in the nose, he quickly jumped up. And I was not disappointed.

Stuffed animals and insects hung on the walls. Moreover, such as were not and could not be abroad. And carrots with dozens of crab claws, and a cactus with frog legs and cockscombs, and feathered cockroaches with the mouths of crocodiles with retractable fanged tongues. Unless, of course, something like this can be compared to a baked princeling.

Andrei jumped up in surprise and exclaimed loudly:

- Greetings, brothers of reason!

There was silence in response... Savva quite logically and rationally remarked:

- We shouldn"t shout, we"d better inspect the spaceship.

The spaceship turned out to be much larger inside than it seemed from the outside. The corridors narrowed and then widened. The armored doors opened as people approached them. And there was so much that didn"t come across there.

Various kinds of stuffed animals, statues, and holograms. And also paintings: moving, in oil, and with cybernetic mosaics. The holograms actually showed a real movie in color. And battle scenes, and various kinds of peaceful, completely idyllic pictures.

Andrei noted with surprise:

- Strange. It's like a flying museum.

Savva objected quite rationally:

- Everything in our world is both a museum and a landfill! Let's better look...

- Weapon! - The black captain blurted out. And he quickly added. - We must help our Motherland win the Third World War.

Savva raised her eyes and shouted:

- Help us save civilization! Humanity is in danger!

A low, unusually deep bass was heard in response:

- Apparently you natives want to get something from us?

The girl stretched her hands forward and whispered pleadingly:

- Not we! We are talking about the fate of all humanity. The Third World War decides - what will win: a barbaric, cruel approach or humanism and civilization?

The bass changed to a thin soprano, and an incredulous tone:

- Oh, really? After all, it is human nature to make mistakes, including about one"s own intentions. - Orange winds passed through the air and the voice, becoming half an octave lower, continued. - As always, the overwhelming majority of races in the universe have a tendency to present themselves, to put it in your language, as highly humane, and the enemy as simply an incarnation of hell.

Savva, without ceasing to nervously drum her foot on the coating of unknown metal, muttered:

- Look for yourself! Look at the barbaric methods they use to wage war against us!

The voice warmed up a little, and the air began to seem softer:

- Yes, your enemy is cruel, but you are not angels either. In the end, it is not mathematics that will decide which of you will have power on Earth!

Here Andrey already raised his voice:

- Then who?

But instead of answering, the floor beneath them shook, and the girl and the black guy met the ceiling with their faces. Then everything changed at once. They found themselves in the center of a large, heavily destroyed city. The guns roared deafeningly. Large shells exploded and bombs fell. Groups of Russian and European soldiers were advancing. The yellow and brown soldiers of the Asian Union, suffering losses, retreated, covering the path with mountains of corpses. Savva took a step and stepped on a bloody stream.

No, this, of course, could not confuse the warrior who had gone through fire, water and copper pipes (the latter to a minimal extent so far!). But my soul felt bad. But Andrei perked up, threw a stone with his right hand at the yellow face of the narrow-eyed soldier who raised his machine gun, and he fell. The captain exclaimed:

- This is Beijing! Our guys are winning!

Indeed, a crooked sign with a similar hieroglyph was burning with blue flames. For some reason, Savva did not experience joy. Although she had seen pictures from Beijing and characteristic buildings of the Chinese capital on the Internet.

But here it's terrible. Women are burning, children are crying. And a lot of corpses. The dead literally blocked all the approaches, and their number grew. Never before had the girl seen the dead piled up in mounds.

Andrey had already picked up the machine gun that someone had dropped and opened fire to kill. He is a born warrior. On his father"s side from the Zulu tribe, on his mother"s side: great-grandfather, twice hero of the USSR, grandfather fought in Vietnam and Afghanistan, father in Syria, Donbass and Chechnya.

It flashed through Savva"s head:

Anyone who is human is born a warrior,

So it happened - the gorilla took the stone!

When your enemies are legion,

And a hot flame burns in my heart!

And the girl herself picked up the machine gun. Strong hands are habitually light on the handle. Brave marches sounded in my head: destroy, serve your Great Motherland.

But an unexpected weak squeak made the girl freeze. To the right, children's sobs and screams could be clearly heard. Savva turned, and her eagle gaze, through the smoke that obscured everything, saw small, yellow figures. Yellow, narrow-eyed children were crying and trying to get out of the burning house. But their path was blocked by a blockage of logs soaked in resin. And behind the guys, a carnivorous flame was spreading.

The fire-breathing dragon seemed eager to make a sacrifice to Gehenna...

Savva"s strength was greater than his strength to endure such a thing. The girl rushed towards the fire. We need to save the little ones: whether they are Russian or Chinese is not important!

Suddenly, a stream of napalm blocked the path of the barefoot warrior.

With a wild cry:

- Lord save me!

She threw herself into the fire. It was as if a hundred hot pins had been pierced into the bare soles, and the flames scorched the defenseless knees. Tender, olive skin was covered with nasty, purple blisters. How painful it was for Savva. A wild scream burst from my lungs. I wanted to turn back and jump out of the flames of the underworld.

But the girl felt: she couldn"t hesitate for even a second. Children may die. And it doesn't matter whose they are. Dostoevsky said: all the treasures of the world are not worth one tear shed by a child. Pain from bare heels to the back of the head, like herds of horses, pounding the nerve endings with their steel prickly hooves.

Her wonderful golden hair has already caught fire, and the flames are predatorily trying to lick her face. She will never be able to become her former, beautiful self. Here is a purple ulcer spreading across her tender, velvety cheek.

Savva jumps desperately, no matter how far it seems to the goal. A mixture of smoke and burning air rushes into your lungs. The spotted T-shirt on you has already burned, and you, like Jeanne D,rk, are in a painful fire. Just a little more, just a little more. Oh my God, her body is a complete leper's ulcer.

The wall of fire is interrupted, and Savva jumps out into the coolness. She is already burned, her wonderful body is like a continuous wound, and her burnt soles seem to be walking on the sharpest daggers. There is a blockage ahead. And you need to jump into the roaring, merciless flame again.

And the girl feels that her strength and courage are running out. She almost loses consciousness from painful shock. But through the darkness one can see a girl stretching her little arms and jumping away from the fire with a squeal, and a boy with his hair cut bald, and a very little one who has barely learned to walk.

Having gathered the last of her strength, Savva jumps; rage and a sense of justice give her the courage to overcome the unbearable pain. Burning logs and beams fly to the sides. Just a little more effort. The burnt hands of the disfigured girl grab the red-hot grate. The pain is like a hundred-ton battering ram falling on the head, chest, whole body down to the very last cell. The grate does not come out and then Savva grabs it with his teeth. One can go mad from such suffering, the last of the bodily beauties untouched by the flames crumble and crumble. But finally, the Lord rewarded the effort; the grate, red from the heat, flew off the cement base.

A mutilated girl, with her teeth broken and bursting from the heat, faints. On the last thread of consciousness, the mutilated skin feels like a liberated child, jumping over the charred legs of the fallen heroine.

Savva woke up... She stood with Andrei on the highest snowy peak. A thunderous voice, like a choir of a thousand voices of archangels, announced:

- You passed the test! There will be peace on the planet! Russia will become the mother of all the people of the Earth!

The black young man and the blonde, who had become even slimmer and more beautiful, saw blooming gardens, overgrown craters before our eyes, and soldiers throwing down weapons and hugging. The era of hatred and war was over forever.

And it sounded over the entire planet;

Russia and China are forever united,

Islam, Christianity: without malice, friends!

Let us glorify the Most High Lord Name-

All nations of the world - Family!

PETER THE THIRD - THE GREAT TSAR

Peter the Third managed to persuade the famous reformer general to join his team and accept the rank of field marshal. Nikolai Papin became Minister of Defense and carried out a number of reforms. This strong and authoritative man helped Peter the Third uncover and suppress the conspiracy of the Orlov brothers. All five conspirators were hanged. Catherine received a divorce for adultery and was exiled to a monastery.

Peter the Third strengthened his power and was crowned. And with his coming to power, tangible changes came in Russia. Indeed, Peter the Third, like his grandfather, outlined fundamental reforms. And besides, changes affected foreign policy.

A supporter of an alliance with Frederick the Second, Peter ordered Rumyantsev, together with the Germans, to defeat the Austrians. After which Germany more than returned the previously lost lands.

But Russia also received control over the straits from Denmark, dividing it with the Prussians. However, Peter showed practical acumen and took almost all the possessions of this state, leaving his "favorite" Frederick only a symbolic part of the crown"s possessions. It must be said that Papin"s influence benefited the grandson of Peter the Great.

One of the ideas of Peter the Third was the idea of dividing Poland between Russia and Prussia. In 1965, war broke out with the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth. The brilliant Alexander Suvorov quickly emerged in it. Peter the Third turned out to be smart and managed to get the original Russian lands into his empire, and the Prussians knew the ethnic part of Poland.

As in real history, Russia had to fight the Ottoman Empire. The fighting for the Russians even turned out to be more successful. The reforms of Papin, the talent of Rumyantsev, and the rapidly advancing Suvorov had an impact. The Tsar liked the restless Alexander Vasilyevich, Peter the Third himself was very fussy and on his feet all the time. So they got along great.

Within the country, Emperor Peter carried out a number of reforms. Estates were confiscated from careless landowners in favor of the state treasury, and a number of restrictions were introduced on corvée and the sale of peasants. But for now, Tsar Peter did not dare to fully celebrate serfdom.

In addition, church reforms caused strong resistance from the Orthodox Synod. The king, arguing that the Bible prohibits worship and service to anyone other than God, abolished the cult of saints.

There was something of Lutheranism in this - the struggle with relics and icons.

Pray only to the Lord God, worship only him!

But this could not but cause resistance. In some places, even priests incited people to revolt.

However, the reform passed, and only images of Christ and the Virgin Mary remained in churches and places of worship.

The people mostly preferred to listen to the king. In addition, Peter the Third gained fame as a caring ruler. More serious was the confiscation of all lands from monasteries and churches.

After the victory over Turkey, the king's authority grew even more. Perth the Third finally decided to abolish serfdom. Such a decision could not but cause serious upheavals in the state. The landowners suffered huge losses, but the industrial revolution began. Through all the difficulties, the country moved forward sharply and with inhibition.

The second war with the Turks turned out to be even shorter and Russian troops under the command of Suvorov quickly won. Moreover, the revolution in France diverted the attention of Europe.

Peter the Third took advantage of this by placing his youngest son, from Voronina, Constantine, as the Turkish Sultan on the throne of Constantinople.

Thus, the Ottoman Empire found itself, as it were, in a union with Russia.

Then there was the war in Egypt. The local sultan did not want to recognize Russia's dominion over Africa. And here for the first time the genius of Suvorov and Napoleon Bonaparte collided with each other.

Having lived quite a long time in those days, 70 years, Peter the Third died. He went down in history under the name of the Great Liberator. Which is very honorable!

Perhaps surpassing his charismatic grandfather! And Emperor Paul ascended the throne. Suvorov, having defeated Napoleon, who was still too young and inexperienced, conquered northern Africa and even Morocco.

Since in this alternative history there was no famous Swiss campaign that undermined Suvorov"s health, the famous seasoned field marshal lived longer.

Napoleon did not become Emperor of France, because he did not have time to become famous as a commander and was beaten more than once. After the collapse of the directory, Louis the Eighteenth gained power. There was a reformation, that is, a restoration of the monarchy.

Paul the First still did not escape the conspiracy, but this happened five years later. And his son Alexander became emperor. This is where the trouble began. Konstantin was a teenager, and also, being the Russian Sultan of the Ottoman Empire, laid claim to power.

But Alexander Suvorov was still alive and managed to reconcile his nephew and uncle. Although, of course, the internal autonomy of the Ottoman Empire gave rise to friction.

In addition, Russia faced opposition from England. The growing power of Britain was not happy with its neighbor. And even the second big war with the USA began. Perhaps the British expected that after the death of George Washington, chaos and disgrace would ensue in America. But the calculation did not come true.

The people of the United States did not want to go back under the English king. The war lasted for ten years with varying success, and in the end Britain, having exhausted its strength, stopped the offensive.

But the Americans did not calm down and developed an offensive against Canada. The situation for Britain was aggravated by the position of Russia, which provided assistance to the Americans.

Eleven more years of bloody war, and America retook Canada. Britain was weakened, but a new geopolitical monster emerged: the USA.

Russia fought a war with Austria and won it, partially dividing it with Prussia.

At the same time, expansion into Canada continued. The country has become highly industrialized. A powerful and numerous fleet was built. The Russians landed in Australia and expanded into Africa.

After the death of Alexander the First, a struggle for power arose again between the branches. Alexander's brother Constantine abdicated the throne, and the son of another Constantine, Andrei, advanced to the throne, challenging it from Nicholas.

Formally, Nicholas was proclaimed tsar, but during the coronation the tsar was killed.

In the confusion that arose, Andrei was the first to manage to seize the throne, not entirely legally. The new king almost immediately began a war with Iran and launched a campaign against India. Britain was still at war in Canada and found itself tied up. And the eastern campaign strengthened the authority of Andrew the First and allowed him to launch his own branch of the Romanov dynasty. At the same time, Russia and the Ottoman Empire finally merged into a single state. Moreover, by annexing Persia and India.

Andrew the First was succeeded by Alexander the Second. Under this monarch, Russia continued its expansion in Indochina and China itself. Prussia also became the strongest empire, uniting the German lands and defeating France.

However, Britain supported the French and a revenge war broke out. The British Empire put up stubborn resistance. The war dragged on for a couple of decades.

Russia, meanwhile, completely conquered Asia and reached Singapore. It became the largest, most powerful power in the world, moving across Asia and Africa.

But at the same time the United States also rose. The Americans completed the development of Canada, where they shared spheres of influence with Russia. Then they captured the states of Texas and California from Mexico.

The United States retained a republican form of government, while Russia remained an absolute monarchy. Alexander II was replaced by Andrey II. The Romanov dynasty continued.

The protracted war between Britain and France, against Germany, led to the fact that the Germans retained the previously conquered lands, including Lorraine, but were unable to advance further and were completely exhausted. However, the British and French also bled a lot.

Under these conditions, tsarist Russia continued to dominate the world and increase its influence.

True, a monster was growing up in the face of the United States. Moreover, America turned out to be larger than it was in real history at the expense of Canada.

But this has not yet reached alarming proportions. In addition, a civil war broke out in the United States, which led to mass casualties and destruction. Moreover, in contrast to real history, General Lee managed to push through the Confederation Congress for the right of blacks to serve in the army of the southern states: to gain freedom and citizenship.

And this greatly delayed the war, and, of course, increased the sacrifice. Cunning Russian diplomacy also had its effect, which also showed interest in prolonging the conflict. And purely tactically, the southerners achieved great success at the first stage of the war and were able to take Washington and New York. Philadelphia became the new capital of the Northern Alliance.

The civil war itself took place in a later period: 1881 - 1905, and dynamite and even machine guns were used in it.

In Russia, Tsar Andrei II was replaced by Alexander III. The new king was not at all peaceful. Russia collided in Africa with France and Britain, who were trying to develop new colonies. And she was stuck in conflict with them.

A new war began for the redivision of the world, in which Prussia traditionally acted in alliance with Russia. This time, the Germans got it right. France, along with the Russians, was defeated in a few weeks. Britain sat overseas, but lost all its colonies in Africa, Australia, and the Pacific Ocean.

The Germans got theirs, and expanded, drawing a border near Paris, and to Port de Calais, and even included Normandy. And something in Africa itself.

And Britain dropped to the level of a minor power, France even became a tributary.

But the next war happened with Prussia, under Vladimir III. By this time, such types of weapons as tanks, airplanes, and submarines had appeared.

The Prussians acted in alliance with Japan. At first, the war did not develop very successfully for Russia. Corruption in the tsarist army, the conservatism of the generals, and the active assistance provided by the United States to Japan had an effect. In addition, Sweden and Norway, and Britain and France opposed Russia.

The war began in 1921, ironically on the fateful date of June 22. It was almost a world battle. What was left of Europe and Asia went against Russia. Spain and Portugal also took a similar adventure. Portugal felt deprived in Africa, and the Spaniards dreamed of restoring their former greatness in the Middle Ages.

Since at this point in the Eastern Hemisphere, there is not much space that is not under the control of the Russian Tsar.

By the way, the overwhelming superiority of Tsarist Russia in human resources, a strong autocratic system, and the weakness of the internal opposition played a decisive role in the war.

Yes, German tanks managed to break through from the Neman to the Dnieper in the first two months, and besieged Riga, and in the south, drove Russian troops out of Hungary. And the gods gave the Land of the Rising Sun the opportunity to defeat the Russian fleet. But again, for a while.

Incompetent generals could lose battle after battle. But a new shift was growing up. And the tsar, in the end, intensified the fight against corruption and organized more or less tolerable supplies. And human resources: Chinese, Indian, Arab divisions were put into action. The Germans were unable to cross the Dnieper, and already in the winter Russian troops launched a counteroffensive.

It should be noted that Sweden and Norway are not very strong opponents; Stockholm was taken in March 1922. And Oslo fell in May. By June 1922, the tsarist troops were able to restore the pre-war situation, pushing the Prussians back to their original lines.

France, seeing such a development of events, hastened to withdraw from the war. In response, the Prussian King William occupied Paris and its southern regions. Russian troops were advancing. In September they went to the Vistula. The battles for East Prussia began. Koenigsberg fell in December... And Vienna was liberated for the new year.

It was not easy for the Japanese, whose fleet suffered heavy damage and lost the initiative.

The year 1923 began with a large offensive of Russian troops in Poland and, within three months, access to the Oder and the Alps in the south. The Germans had a chance to hold out near Berlin, but Russian troops launched an offensive in Bavaria in April. The troops advanced slowly but surely by the end of summer, the Russians reached the Rhine. In autumn, the Ruhr region was recaptured from the Germans, and in December, after fierce fighting, Berlin was surrounded.

Germany no longer had a chance to win the war. Another six months in 1924 were fought on the continent, until Spain, Portugal, Germany, previously captured by the Germans: Holland and Belgium, conquered.

There was only one Britain left, and Japan had already lost both Okinawa and Hokkaido.

Churchill led the defense of the metropolis. But the British had no chance.

True, they defeated the autumn landing.

The year 1925 arrived. There was no unity in the United States on what to do. Allow to finish off Britain and Japan. Or should we enter into a difficult war ourselves?

Common sense said that, despite the developed industry, America would be trivially overwhelmed by numbers. But being left alone with a Russian bear is extremely scary.

In June, Russian troops carried out a successful landing in Britain, and London fell. And in August it was finished with Japan.

Thus ended yet another war.

Russia took control of all countries in the Eastern Hemisphere. At the same time, the empire itself remained autocratic and unitary. Or almost unitary. European possessions had some external attributes of autonomy. But still, royal power dominated everywhere. Be it the Kingdom of Poland, or the Kingdom of Sweden with Tsar Vladimir at its head.

On March 5, 1933, Tsar Vladimir the Great died, and his son Kirill became the new tsar. But the reign of the new monarch turned out to be short, exactly one hundred days. And fifteen-year-old Alexander the Fourth found himself on the throne. And fifty days later he had an accident. Nicholas II inherited the throne at the age of only ten years. There are four emperors in one year... Well, what can happen!

Only very rarely, of course, and not in all countries of the world!

Although, of course, many remembered that Nicholas the First reigned for only a short time and died as a result of violence.

But the beginning of the reign of Nicholas II turned out to be quite good. Two years later, the first artificial satellite in the history of planet Earth was launched, which flew around the planets.

And 1937 turned out to be not as ominous as in real history. Since it was this year that a Russian guy was the first to fly into space. No, not Gagarin, but Prince Igor Trubetskoy. Yuri Gagarin has had no luck so far. Where will you go?

Russia, the most extensive empire, can allocate colossal funds for space expansion.

The following year, 1938, the first Russian atomic bomb was tested.

The new Tsar Nicholas II was still very young, and of course impatient. In addition, the United States remained Russia's only dangerous competitor. Not to mention the fact that the Americans may also be about to have an atomic bomb.

On March 1, 1940, by order of the now formally adult Tsar Nicholas II, the invasion of the United States began. The formal reason was the support by the Americans of the Republican opposition in Russia with demands for parliamentary elections.

It is possible that the decision of the Youth Nicholas II was the wisest step. After all, we cannot allow a potential enemy to acquire nuclear weapons as well.

The offensive of Russian troops using large tank columns initially developed successfully and quickly. But then American resistance intensified. For several months, the advance of Russian troops was extremely slow. But still the enemy was losing, and being inferior in terms of manpower and the quality of the tank fleet, he was doomed.

But an uprising broke out in Africa and China. Moreover, significant forces were diverted to suppress the rebellion.

In 1941, the US armies launched a counter-offensive, but also did not achieve their goal. Several attacks, and then the winter of 1941-1942 during which the Americans lost almost all of Canada. And in April, Toronto and Quebec fell almost simultaneously.

The war has already begun on traditional American territory. Blows were exchanged. But the larger Russian boxer defeated the American rooster.

Philadelphia fell in August 1942. And in October 1942, Russian troops approached New York. Then the US government decided to use nuclear weapons.

But they still did not have the slightest opportunity to reach Russian territory, so they relied on strikes against the assaulting troops.

They used a bomb at night. This decision is due to the fact that the bright flash blinds the soldiers.

The effect was not too significant, a little more than a thousand people died, twenty thousand were blinded, although most were temporarily. But such a blow cannot be called decisive.

Moreover, Tsarist Russia has many more nuclear charges, so it is not yet a fact that it is rational to open such an exchange of nuclear rations.

But where can you go? In a bad situation, all moves are bad, and smart politicians do not end up in a bad position.

In December, New York and Washington fell, and before that the Americans used five more of their bombs, which were not very powerful and were not very successful in terms of design. And the tsarist generals responded by dropping twenty of their charges. This is how the terrible bomb turned out to be mass-produced.

The war lasted until February 23, 1943, but no one dropped atomic bombs.

America was completely liberated from the domination of capital and brought under the rule of an autocratic monarch.

The king received new lands and great glory. And now no one dared to contradict him.

In 1945, Russian cosmonauts visited the Moon. And in 1947, the Russian army entered Mexico. The king decided that it was time to put an end to such a relic as the existence of many states on one planet. And his army set out to conquer everything that could be conquered.

In 1949, Argentina became the last sovereign country to join the Russian Empire.

And peace came to the whole world. In 1953, Russian cosmonauts set foot on the surface of Mars. 1956 - Venus with a man. 1960 - Mercury. 1961 - one of the satellites of Mars. 1967 - Man on Neptune, and in 1968 - on Saturn. In 1970 - Uranus, and in 1971 - Pluto.

Nicholas II went down in history under the nickname: the finisher! In 2016, the king already turned ninety-three years old. But the successes of earthly medicine do not yet allow us to consider the king too decrepit and weak. He has been in power for 83 years, which is an absolute record among those rulers whose reign is more or less reliable. Although in history, they say, there were cases when they ruled longer.

On Earth, things are almost fine. True, there is a problem with the growing population, which has already exceeded eight billion. Great hopes are associated with space expansion.

Several towns have already been built on the Moon. As it turned out, with gravity six times lower than on Earth, vegetables and fruits grown in greenhouses can reach enormous sizes.

Towns were built on both Mars and Venus, as well as factories on Mercury. This planet, which is closest to the Sun, is very convenient for the production and rolling of metals. For this purpose, solar energy is used.

There are also human settlements on the satellites of Jupiter, Uranus, and Saturn. Space is gradually being developed to an ever greater extent.

And it was in 2016 that the first interstellar expedition to the star Sirius launched from the Moon. The monarch really hopes to live to see such a joyful event as establishing contact with his brothers in mind.

UNIVERSAL NIGHTMARE

The Spanish dictator Franco, unlike real history, agreed to 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 November 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 significant changes 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 into equatorial Africa. In addition, Rommel's corps was transferred to Libya, several 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. Britain's position in Africa became more complicated. The Germans had already reached the Suez Canal and threatened further advance into the Middle East. In addition, there was an opportunity to move towards Sudan.

True, things were not going well for the Italians in Greece, but the arrival of additional forces from Germany saved the situation.

Hitler had a dilemma: attack the USSR or finish off Britain? The successes of the Wehrmacht in Africa prompted the second decision - to give itself a free hand in the West. Although the military preparations of the USSR filled the Fuhrer with fear.

The Red Army was strengthening, but the Germans were not sitting idly by either. The production of tanks in 1941 doubled compared to 1940, and the production of aircraft increased by almost two and a half times.

The Nazis carried out a bombing and landing on Malta. Rommel then broke through the defenses both at the Suez Canal and into Iraq, which had rebelled against British rule. The Germans conquered Kuwait and the entire Middle East with relative ease. Stalin adhered to a wait-and-see tactic. But Churchill stubbornly continued the war. The Wehrmacht, having reached Iran, turned to southern Africa.

The year 1941 was coming to an end. The production of submarines increased, and Britain lost its colonies. The US behaved passively. But Japan could not sit idly by and struck Peru Harbor on December 7. A new intense war began in the Pacific. And Hitler had to again abandon plans for an attack on the USSR.

We need to help the Japanese, capture 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 carry out bombing strikes from British territory.

So the Fuhrer was forced in 1942 to abandon the ideas of invading the East.

There was a risk that Stalin himself would open the front, but... You need to know Stalin"s character. He is very restrained in foreign policy. The war with Finland made the Red Dictator even more cautious.

While the USSR is accumulating 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 16.5 thousand were the latest KVs of various brands and T-34s. Plus, the T-50 tanks were still being developed, although the vehicle turned out to be light.

The Germans, faced with the Matilda and some cruiser tanks, and also having information that the British were developing heavy tanks, also began to make their own mastodons. First of all, the "Tiger" with an 88-mm cannon, and armored with an impenetrable 75-mm cannon with a long barrel.

There was also information about Soviet tank building. 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 Arms and Ammunition, developments in technology went faster. Hitler wanted to have the best tanks in the world, and heavier ones. But so far Germany was clearly inferior to the USSR. Both the number of cars and their quality. In August 1941, production of the KV-3 tank began. The vehicle 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 it with an advantage over the "Tiger", which, by the way, had not yet been put into production.

The KV-5 turned out to be even more powerful, weighing 125 tons and having two cannons. True, such a heavy vehicle created more problems for the Soviet army than it was worth. And in 1942, the KV-4 variant weighing 107 tons was adopted for service. The USSR could rightfully be proud of its heaviest tanks in the world, and also the most powerful.

But Germany has developed well in aviation. The Yu-188, when it went into production, developed a speed comparable to fighters. DO-217 also looked decent. Jet aircraft were also actively developed. Since Britain was the main target, much more attention was paid to jet bombers than in real history.

The Germans actively used slave labor. A huge number of blacks were imported from Africa. Black workers were obedient, hardy, but unskilled. They were used for auxiliary work.

But by controlling Europe, the Germans could recruit enough qualified labor.

Speer even managed to persuade Hitler not to pursue a program of exterminating Jews, but to use them in the production of aircraft and equipment.

The bet was on an air offensive against Britain and a massive submarine war.

However, America's entry into the conflict added headaches to the Krauts and forced them to sharply increase the number of wolf packs.

Germany was forced to belatedly promote the production of bombers and strategic aircraft. First of all, Yu-288 and Yu-488 - with four engines. But their development and completion took time. The ME-109 modification "F" was generally a worthy opponent for British vehicles. But the development of the ME-209 failed, as did the ME-210.

The XE-177 dive bomber was also unsuccessful. But Speer won back with numbers. In addition, the Focke-Wulf became the most powerful fighter in terms of armament, compensating for some of the weaknesses of the ME-109. And the Germans" flight school turned out to be better than the English, and even more so the American. In May 1942, the Nazis captured South Africa. And an American squadron arrived in Madagascar. The Battle of Midway was lost by the Americans: the captain of the third rank, who played a decisive role in this battle, ended up, ironically, in Madagascar. The USA wanted to maintain a base in Africa and not let the Nazis relax. But this significantly worsened their position in the Pacific.

True, the Japanese did not act quite at their best. 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 enormous, but they still need to be digested.

The air battle for Britain is not so clear cut. Constantly increasing the production of aircraft, the Germans put pressure on them, but there was no total dominance. The lack of strategic aviation power and US assistance also had an impact, and even then there were not enough submarines. And the miracle torpedo with which so many hopes were pinned let us down.

The Fuhrer did not dare to land in Britain in 1942. The emphasis was placed on strengthening 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 V-1 robotic projectiles began to be produced en masse. Relatively cheap cars, running on 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. The V-1, being easy to manufacture and unmanned, seemed to be the optimal solution. And thousands of such robotic projectiles have rained down on London since the fall of 1942.

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 KV and T-34 tanks, and about a thousand old brands, about five hundred new light T-50 and T-60 and two hundred amphibious tanks. The aircraft fleet has also increased - about fifteen thousand new and old aircraft have entered service. There was even a shortage of pilots. 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 the new modification T-4 with a long-barreled 75-mm cannon. A little more than a hundred of the newest "Tigers" have been produced, and the "Panthers" are still only 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 the Germans began to gain an advantage in small arms. But they also needed time for the machine gun to rearm all the troops.

But in the submarine fleet, where production reached forty to fifty submarines per month, the Germans really have no equal.

Very high-speed submarines powered by hydrogen peroxide have appeared. Work in the nuclear program has also accelerated. Fortunately, there are a lot of resources. And even the mistake of German physicists that graphite was not suitable as a moderator did not turn out to be catastrophic. Several factories for the production of heavy water were built, including in Africa.

So let's face it, but the Nazis' nuclear reactor started working in December 1942. Even a little earlier than the Americans. After the defeats in the Pacific Ocean, serious clashes began between them. And funding for the nuclear program was noticeably 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 fully justify themselves. The British learned to partially repel such attacks, but the Germans prevailed in numbers.

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 wait-and-see tactics, he remained true to himself and did not get into a fight. It"s better to let the capitalists exterminate themselves to the end. And we will watch...

But this tactic also had its drawbacks. Using enormous resources, the Third Reich was already preparing a war against the USSR. The production of tanks in the Third Reich reached an average of 1,200 vehicles per day in 1943, plus three hundred and fifty self-propelled guns. Moreover, self-propelled guns are not at all weak. "Ferdinands", "Bumblebees", "Jagdpanther". Considering that the Germans suffered almost no losses in tanks, their tanks were replenished twice as fast as the Red Army. And the quantitative gap in technology in favor of the USSR began to narrow.

In terms of quality, the Fritz acquired the "Royal Tiger", similar in weight to the KV-3, and even slightly superior in penetrating power 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 chassis. So the combat use of such monsters was in doubt.

And Stalin also ordered the creation of the 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 a quite successful vehicle, but weaker in frontal combat than the Panther or Tiger. And the KV-1 and KV-2 are comparable to the Germans in weight, but are inferior to the Panthers and Tigers in head-to-head combat. The German T-4 was equal to the thirty-four in armor and superior in armament, visibility and optics, and this with equal weight, or even less when comparing heavier modifications.

In short, the Fritz has been improved and the quality is up to par. And the appearance of 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 jet models. Such as Yu-287 and Arado.

In September 1943, the Nazis finally made 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: abandonment of the nuclear program and recognition of all the conquests of Japan and the Third Reich. And also the withdrawal of troops from Iceland, which the Krauts had already actually surrounded with a submarine fleet. Control of the Land of the Rising Sun over Gai, where the fighting had 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 turned out to be extremely difficult, Roosevelt managed to push through their adoption in Congress and the Senate with great difficulty.

Stalin"s hints that he was not against joining the coalition of the Axis powers, and was at least ready to recapture Alaska, played a big role in the US"s compliance.

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 disaster in the future.

The first phase of the Second World War has ended. But the Fuhrer now wanted to end the USSR.

Unexpectedly, Stalin's wait-and-see tactics and his dedication to the cause of world peace played a sinister joke. Opposed to Joseph were 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, had not yet finished off China, but it could well have opened a second front. Hitler actively formed colonial troops and foreign legions. At the same time, the production of weapons 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 per day. Panther-2 surpassed all Soviet vehicles in terms of its level. A more advanced German tank, the Lion, appeared, and soon the Royal Lion.

And most importantly, jet aviation has developed serially. In response, the T-34-85 and IS-1 and IS-2 tanks went into production in the USSR; no one discontinued the KV series either. The most popular production tank of the Third Reich in 1944 was the Panther-2, and the USSR T-34-85. Heavier models were produced in significantly - approximately ten times smaller quantities. And the Germans did not want to push the weight too much on Soviet roads, and Stalin began to distrust the KV series, and the ISs turned out to be too crude.

However, the German "Panther"-2 with an 88-mm 71 L caliber gun was superior to the T-34-85 in the armor-piercing power of the gun, in frontal armor and slightly in side armor, and was also not inferior in driving performance with an engine of 900 horsepower and weight at 47 tons. Even when the weight of the German tank increased to 50.2 tons and this turned out to be not fatal.

And German jet aviation did not have a worthy opponent at all.

Hitler decided that it was better not to drag his feet and started the war on June 22, 1944. Throwing three hundred and fifty of our own and foreign divisions, and one hundred and twenty satellite divisions at the USSR. 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, the first echelon contains almost sixteen million infantry, about thirty-three thousand tanks, more than fifty-five thousand aircraft, about two hundred and fifty guns and mortars.

After mobilization, the USSR deployed thirteen and a half million soldiers, but some 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, about two hundred thousand guns and mortars.

Thus, the Third Reich has a double superiority in infantry, and a fivefold superiority in mobility of force, 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 propeller-driven aircraft of the Third Reich 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 Third Reich's fleet is especially submarine, many times stronger than the Soviet one. Just like Japan, by the way.

In addition, the Nazis already have class A ballistic missiles in mass production, and the first discos have taken off.

In general, the fascists will be stronger, and Stalin quite reasonably prepared a defense, albeit belatedly. But we didn"t have time to do much. Stalin's line turned out to be not completely restored, and most importantly, the troops were not sufficiently trained to hold the defense. Although they were desperately retrained.

The Molotov border line, after three years of advance, was generally completed, but was located too close to the border and did not have sufficient depth. In addition, Stalin ordered the construction of a third echelon beyond the Dnieper, but this was started only after the US surrender.

True, in addition to the Soviet troops, you can count on the NKVD units, whose number has been increased to a million soldiers and the militia. That's about four million people, just in Western cities. Although, of course, their combat effectiveness is much worse than that of regular units.

The Germans, as in real history, delivered the main blow in the center, cutting off the Bialystok ledge and the Lviv 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 coherently. But Soviet troops are often lost.

In addition, the combat effectiveness of the Ukrainian units turned out to be doubtful. There were many deserters and those who 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, prohibiting the withdrawal of units to the main line and demanding that the front be straightened. The error, however, was corrected, but with a delay. The Germans were able to capture Minsk on June 28, breaking Stalin"s 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 we had to forget about the transfer of troops from the Far East for now.

The German breakthrough in the center was expanding. A huge gap arose that they desperately tried to plug. But the Nazis advanced and on July 16 broke into Smolensk.

By throwing all available reserves into battle and putting the militias under arms, Stalin and Zhukov were able to stop the Fritz offensive 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.

They blocked Leningrad and invaded Crimea. The course of hostilities very much resembled 1941, like persistent karma. But the differences were also quite significant. The USSR in 1941 had some free reserves, but 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.

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 for the Soviet units, everything was too spread out on different fronts.

In reality, in 1941, after the mobilizations, Stalin received an advantage over the Wehrmacht in the number of personnel, and he had four times more planes and tanks than the Third Reich had from the very beginning of the war. And in the first five months of the war, more USSR equipment was produced in real history.

But now the Nazis have all the trump cards, the quantity and quality of weapons and personnel are on their side. And the Red Army has the same problems as in 1941. Including the unwillingness of Ukrainians, Balts, and many small nations to die for the Soviet system. Mass betrayals and defections of victims of repression, dispossessed kulaks and other offended people of all stripes. Including 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 Donbass, Voronezh and are moving towards Stalingrad.

Winter in 1944, unfortunately, was not as frosty and snowy as in 1941. Moscow, however, heroically held out until the end of December 1944. Stalingrad fell in January 1945, and the fighting for it did not last too long. In February and early March, the Germans and their satellites completely captured the Caucasus and the Baku oil wells.

The offensive then proceeded along the Volga. To Saratov, to Kuibyshev, and then Orenburg and Kazan.

Stalin fled to Sverdlovsk. Kazan fell in May. In the summer, the Germans and Japanese continued to move deeper into Russia. The resistance of the Soviet troops was falling. On August 5, 1945, Sverdlovsk was captured. And on September 3, 1945, Stalin finally agreed to surrender. In exchange for your own life and freedom.

The Second World War is over. But peace did not reign for long. Having tested nuclear weapons, Hitler became convinced of their phenomenal destructive power.

Now it turned out that Japan and the USA were still on the path to world domination of 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 Land of the Rising Sun at once.

And then the offensive of the Wehrmacht ground units and the navy began. The Germans relatively quickly seized Japan's possessions in Asia, and razed the metropolis itself to the ground with atomic bombs.

The Pacific possessions of the Land of the Rising Sun offered more or less long-term resistance. 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, still developed nuclear weapons and conducted their secret tests.

Hitler started the war on January 1, 1950, dropping three hundred nuclear missiles on New Year's Day. A devastating nuclear attack destroyed one hundred of America's largest cities and killed tens of millions of people. Another greatest crime of Adolf Hitler has been added to the long list of the most odious atrocities. Then the invasion of Canada began, and from the south along with the Latin American dictatorships. The Americans were weakened and shocked, but they 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 for 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 this, 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, with only limited local self-government retained. Jews and Gypsies were outlawed: they were sought out and destroyed. The SS carried out massive purges and went on a rampage. The real nightmare has come - the hour of the dragon. Or even more precisely, the era. The Fuhrer was building a real worldwide 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 this time, Planet Earth had already founded settlements on the Moon and Mars with Venus, and was actively preparing for expansion into the outer star worlds... The Nazis wanted a universal empire - the construction of a Star Reich in order to plunge the entire universe into a nightmare.

HUNDRED THOUSAND BAREALE BEAUTIFUL GIRLS

Elfaraya saw herself in battle... She is now a warrior and leader of a strong army.

Beautiful girls: they only have breasts and hips covered with light armored plates. And the arms, legs and stomach are bare and tanned.

And these girls spank with their bare feet. There were about a hundred thousand of them. And all girls, not a single man! And everyone is beautiful, slender, athletic, muscular, tanned, with pearly teeth!

Like Amazons... They lined up in cohorts. There are swords in their hands, and bows behind their backs. There are no shields - the warrior believes that a sword is better than a shield.

And the flags fly proudly over the girls. They are ready to fight and want to win confidently!

But hordes of orcs are moving from afar. Hairy, nasty bears. And about a hundred times less number of trolls who serve as their commanders.

And now this horde is moving towards the girls.

Elfaraya gives the command:

- Shoot from bows in a high arc!

The girl, using the bare toes of her graceful feet, pulls the bowstrings. And they shoot deadly arrows.

At the same time, the warriors bare their teeth and roar:

- May we be champions!

And arrows fly at the enemy in a thick swarm. They poke their adversaries like a hedgehog with needles.

Orcs and trolls fall, overwhelmed by the murderous and cruel.

And Elfaraya says:

- To new frontiers of the empire!

The warriors act in sync. Their tanned bodies are so gorgeous and shiny. And bare feet flash tanned ankles. And the fingers of the lower extremities are so tenacious. And gifts of destruction fly to themselves, hitting their opponents.

Orcs and trolls fall beaten. And their animal faces are twisted in pain.

The warriors simply evoke admiration. They have thin, muscular waists, and sinewy legs. How thousands of arrows will be released at once.

And they will defeat a lot of orcs. And they will sing:

- For our great honor,

We will, there are bandits!

And again a lot of arrows will be released. And they will litter all the approaches to the hills where they are located with corpses.

Yes, these are wonderful warriors. In which there is such a wild grin, and turns of bodies in the right direction with the destruction of opponents.

Elfaraya shoots a bow herself. She pulls the string with her bare toes and strikes very accurately.

At the same time, the girl hums to herself:

- The world rests on violence,

The volcano of rage is gushing out in a big way!

The tension is supreme,

Wakes up with pain and fear!

And again the arrow shot by the warrior"s bare foot flies. And he punches three orcs at once.

They are choking on fountains of blood. And Elfaraya squeaks:

- Glory to my magic!

And again he will release an arrow with his bare foot. This is a girl - she has the highest class, both body and everything else.

The first wave of attack by orcs and trolls fizzled out. Only a mass of corpses remained. But now new troops of furry creatures appear.

Elfaraya shoots again, and does it accurately, and at the same time growls:

- Glory to our world!

And lightning flies off her bare foot. And the mass of orcs were set on fire and torn to shreds.

Yes, this is a warrior princess. With her, any man will feel reliably protected.

And the other hundred thousand girls are no worse. And they shoot very accurately. And most importantly, quickly.

Their bare, muscular legs only have time to flash.

Here they say in unison:

- We give an active pass,

We hit the enemy right in the eye!

And again they release new gifts of death with their bare feet. This is generally their launch of combat energy.

Even Elfaraya sang:

- Orcs roar - mournful faces,

Know, friends, I am a killer!

I will kill everyone, I will destroy everyone,

And I"ll break whoever"s hairy face!

Yes, the girl is really extremely combative. And when the horde of orcs ran closer, it hit them with a pulsar. And immediately fifty creatures were torn into small pieces with meat.

Elfaraya growled:

- For big ideas, so that all creatures burn!

The warrior then took and released lightning from her navel. And a couple of dozen orcs turned out to be like rams pierced with a skewer. They were fried almost instantly.

And the rest of the girls roared:

- For the Holy Land!

And I"ll take it too, and clots of energy will be thrown off my bare heels! And they tore apart a lot of furry fighters.

Elfaraya, continuing to fire, this time pulling the bowstring with her hands, squeaked:

- For our magic!

And she also shook off a bolt of lightning from her bare heel... And she hit her so hard that a whole hundred orcs and trolls were charred. Like blotters caught in a flamethrower.

Elfaraya roared:

- I am a great sorceress!

And again he will hit the enemy. And her eyes sparkled. And the girls, with great passion, throw arrows at the orcs and trolls.

Mounds of corpses are growing. They keep piling up and piling up. And more and more killed.

Elfaraya took it and remarked with a chuckle:

- What to do if there is a king in your head?

Then create a palace for him!

And again the princess with her bare foot will launch the murderous and death-defying gift of annihilation.

This girl is simply the embodiment of death. But at the same time, her radiant eyes are so kind.

And the rest of the girls exterminating a mass of animal creatures, such a tsunami wave creeping over them, is generally super. And so they furiously shower the enemy with arrows. Often punching right through.

Elfaraya shouts:

- I was born in such times,

That my dear country remembers me!

And the warrior stood on her hands, twirled her bare feet over her head, and twirled a huge, fiery ball. And how this clot of energy will hurl at opponents.

And immediately a thousand orcs exploded. And their skins were set on fire and immediately peeled off.

Elfaraya shouted:

- I am a Ji-class warrior!

And how he will laugh.

Then it will release lightning from its tongue. And it will burn a lot of enemies.

After which the princess girl roared:

- The whole world is for me!

And lightning rained down from the beauty"s green eyes... And how they struck all these innumerable creatures.

Elfaraya even sang:

- Billions of jackals, devils! And my slogan is simple - kill everyone!

And with her bare fingers the princess girl released another, very lethal pulsar.

And how he will tear everyone apart...

And other girls are not inferior to her. Everyone crushes and crushes their opponents with their arrows. Using, of course, your very nimble feet, without unnecessary shoes.

The orcs are clearly running out of steam. But there are so many of them. And more and more new regiments of creatures are creeping in.

However, girls cannot be embarrassed or swayed by this. If they decide to fight, they fight. And they don"t know that they can be scared. Or rather, they don"t want to know.

Here are their bare feet launching murderous gifts of death. Which split the foreheads of orcs.

These girls are really supermen in very short skirts. And so attractive and beautiful.

And one hundred thousand girls is a colossal force! Nothing can stand against it!

Elfaraya tweeted:

- Glory to our phenomenon!

And from her bare heel she again released a pulsar of destruction. And a lot of orcs became the inhabitants of hell.

Will such shaggy people be allowed into heaven?

Elfaraya roars at the top of her lungs:

- I will be the absolute world champion!

And again the girls will release a red-hot and lethal pulsar with their bare toes.

It will burn everyone and make them burn.

Elfaraya sang with pleasure:

- I'm not a simple girl,

And the crown is golden!

And again lightning will fly out of the beauty"s navel. It will hit the furry creatures and char them like burnt firewood.

Elfaraya roars:

- I will burn you, I will turn you into ashes!

And from the navel it will send lightning again...

And the mass of orcs fried like cutlets in a frying pan.

Elfaraya took it and sang with gusto:

- The Orc weighs itself in a noose,

Fry it on the fire!

And something very hard and deadly will fly from the girl"s bare heel. What you can't protect yourself from.

And again, a hundred orcs were charred at once. And it turned into cinders and ashes with wool.

And the girls squeal:

- For the great Fatherland!

And again their bare heels throw presents of death with hellish speed. These are girls who will not be stopped by storms, storms, or obstacles!

These are Terminator girls!

The warriors do not allow the orcs to engage in close combat and keep the enemy at a distance.

But still, the furry creatures are desperately trying to get closer. But the warriors won"t give it to them for sure.

Elfaraya is again in his arms, and with his bare feet he plays the figure eight. And a fiery cloud appears. And it falls like a wild torrent on the orcs.

And a couple of thousand furry creatures all at once went up and burned.

Elfaraya roared:

- Black creatures scream like flies! What can't you do when you're hungry?

And then the warrior will fire three arrows at once, pulling the bowstring with her bare foot, and shoot through a dozen orcs!

This is the Terminator girl. And she has such wild and frantic energy.

Elfaraya took it and sang:

- Girls are different

Only they are not contagious!

If you do get caught,

You won"t be saved even in hell!

And a murderous pulsar rushes from the girl"s bare heel. And scatters shaggy bears in all directions.

Elfaraya says in wild excitement:

- I am such a tribe that I will kill you for God"s sake too!

And again the warrior will release arrows that pierce any armor, and torn, shaggy orc meat.

Her partner, a very beautiful girl with red hair, roared:

- For mighty friendship!

And he will also send a hellish pulsar of destruction!

And the lethal mass will crush the enemy.

Elfaraya squeaked:

- For my demonic world!

After which the princess girl will turn the bones into sand. The warrior of ceremonies does not know.

The red-haired partner, Princess de La Vallière, squeals:

- The future is ours!

Elfaraya gurgled in response, before throwing a wild discharge, a murderous pulsar:

- And the past will only help our future victories!

And now the girls, all a hundred thousand, will take it and release wild lightning with their bare toes.

And the army of orcs will take it and burn. Yes, it"s scary to fall under the distribution of such warriors.

And they also grin and show teeth that reflect the rays of the stars.

And then the girls will take it and stomp on it with their bare heels, and a wave will pass across the ground, and cover an entire army of orcs. And he will bury it!

The warriors will release sunbeams from their dazzling teeth and blind the rows of furry soldiers.

Elfaraya squeaked:

- For my decision and behavior!

The girls fight with increasing intensity. And this is how they take and throw discs with their bare feet. They rush by, and the mass of orcs subsides.

The princess roared at the top of her lungs:

- I will kill you, I will kill you, I will soon kill you all!

I will stab you, I will stab you, I will stab you!

And now the warrior will reflect the sun"s ray with her bare heel and hit the orcs like a laser.

And he will cut out a whole, shaggy line. And the orcs scream and roll this army into feces.

And again the orcs are on a wild attack, and the girls are throwing death objects at them with their bare feet.

And the breasts move. And so each chest is a whole tank turret!

And so the girls took it and released lightning from their navels. All one hundred thousand girls had their navels cut by laser beams.

And as many as half a million orcs were roasted at once. And only space could digest them.

Elfaraya roared:

- I tore you and burned you,

I'm a girl - just Satan!

And again he will release lightning from his navel. And this is deadly. And then the arrows will fly. And everyone became bars.

And now the orcs are like holey bars.

And the girls beat the bust with magic and mow down a lot of stinking orcs. And they were knocked out.

Elfaraya sang:

- We'll tear everyone apart!

You are such a girl - just a princess!

The warrior roared:

- I will tear you apart and have no mercy!

And this is how he shakes his bust. And again he releases it, which brings real death.

The orcs are trying to literally shower enemy positions with corpses. And they go forward and they fall and they fall. New mountains of dead are growing. But the orcs do not yield.

They move further and further. And they die without any mercy. But the warriors shower the orcs like a hail of arrows. And the warriors cannot stop this scum. But a shaggy wave rushes along. And this fanged sea moves.

The girls are wildly excited. And they flex their muscles. And the orcs are moving, as if another tsunami wave has begun. But this doesn't bother anyone.

Elfaraya even sang, before pulling the strings of five bows with her bare toes and releasing magic arrows:

- Directly with bare hands,

I dealt with the tsunami...

I am any ninth shaft,

My lover broke!

The warrior will even jump up and immediately release a discharge from her navel. And will tear the enemy to pieces.

And it will roar:

- My army is strong,

She conquers the world!

Elfaraya was completely upset. They and the other girls are, of course, a brilliant class of warriors. Which will not give anyone the slightest mercy.

They are just fierce animals. Or maybe even something like orcs! Only beautiful ones, not ugly ones.

Elfaraya will release lightning from her mouth. And he will burn a hundred orcs and sing:

- For my sweet soul!

And winks at the enemy!

After which her bare toes will drop the pulsars. And they will tear the whole pack into small, torn pieces.

Elfaraya will then squeak:

- Murder is my credo!

Her red-haired partner will bark:

- And mine is squared too!

Elfaraya unleashed a cascade of destruction and roared:

- And mine is in a cube!

And both warriors stamp their bare feet. A new wave of magic arose.

And now splinters and torn meat are flying from the orcs again. And then they are fried in a frying pan.

Elfaraya squealed:

- We set new records!

The red-haired partner confirmed with a roar, launching fiery pulsars with her bare toes:

- So that the earth grows!

Elfaraya hit the orcs and squealed:

- Twice, three times higher than normal!

The red-haired warrior gave a bubble of magical energy with her bare heel and added with excitement:

- May my country bloom!

So the girls separated, and quite thoroughly. And they destroy this army of shaggy creatures with great gains for themselves.

Elfaraya again threw a magic laser out of her navel and blurted out, her eyes sparkling:

- I am a cobra and a viper in one bottle!

And how he will release a new beam of something that burns the orcs alive at the enemy.

Red-haired partner princess, who suddenly said:

- Now my name is de La Valliere!

Elfaraya readily confirmed:

- De Lavaliere, so de Lavaliere! It's even more beautiful!

The red-haired warrior squeaked:

- I am a knight of light on the knees of savages,

I will sweep these orcs off the face of the earth!

And how she will move along them with her bare, chiseled feet... And the rest of the girls, the entire army of a hundred thousand soldiers, will take it, open their mouths and let fire out of them.

And again a cascade of flames will fall on the orcs, incinerating them without any hesitation and giving no chance.

Three million shaggy creatures caught fire at once. It was as if they had been doused with napalm. Or also phosphorus along with sulfur. And everything burst into flames like a billion matches at once.

And how this mass will catch fire. And how much howling and screaming and cursing from all this at once.

Elfaraya barked:

- Do not spare the orcs,

Destroy their bastards...

Like crushing bedbugs -

Rip like cockroaches!

And he will take his bare toes and release lightning. And please a very large troll. He will take it and rush. Imagine a dinosaur being blown up.

The red-haired partner squeaked:

- This is a ghoul!

In response, Elfaraya gave a bubble of magoplasm with her bare heel and blurted out:

- We have a howling answer to ghouls!

The fire warrior roared:

- And he will have a coffin and a wreath of greetings!

Elfaraya noted:

- The wreath can be either a funeral or a laurel wreath! So don't get too excited!

The red-haired princess roared and also released lightning from her navel, knocking down the few surviving orcs:

- We prepared something heavier for them than a wreath!

And so the warriors, all one hundred thousand girls, will take it and, at Elfarai"s command, will jump up and spin their bare, muscular legs in the air. As a result, a storm will arise, and a real magical storm. And there will be a wave of colossal force, and a million-dollar wave of a magical tsunami.

As a result, the last orcs were destroyed and completely flattened.

They were fried and became cutlets.

Elfaraya says with pathos:

- The anthem of the Motherland sings in our hearts,

We will make everything in the universe happy...

Let's get the legendary Mohammedans,

Both heaven and earth are in great power!

ELF-PILOT AGAINST THE ATTACKER SASHA

In one of the alternative universes, during the Second World War, an elf flew in. He joined the Japanese Air Force and eventually became their number one ace. After all, elves are very capable, fast, nimble, strong. They have a reaction and all the reflexes, much better than people, plus a magical vision of battle. When the elf sees what the enemy will do.

In short, the elf, who took the nickname Conan, shot down planes with such ease, as if he were cracking sunflower seeds.

And because of him, Japan won the naval battle of Midway. The major victory had an impact on the entire course of the Second World War. First, the Japanese finally seized the initiative in the Pacific. And their fleet was able to capture the Hawaiian Archipelago, gaining a very strong position, completing the construction of a defense perimeter on the seas.

However, this may not have been decisive if, after these victories, the samurai had not decided to open a second front against the USSR.

A surprise attack followed in the Far East. And the troops of the Empire of the Rising Sun attacked Vladivostok. Despite the fact that the threat of an attack by militaristic Japan after the triumph of Midway became quite real, with the help of bribery and treason, Mikado's agents convinced the Vladivostok command not to bring the troops to full combat readiness. And as a result, the sword of Damocles has already been brought up, and they are feasting in the restaurant. Major Stalingradova grabbed the young officer by the hair; she was a head taller than him and clearly stronger:

- What a boor and drunkard he is! Why is your team so disorganized? This guy looks more like a cabin boy than an officer. Maybe first, blow it up well so that all the hops come out.

Colonel Palatsev was embarrassed:

- This is Sashka Sokolovsky. He was sent to courses directly from the Suvorov Military School, according to a shortened program. He is still just a boy, his birthday is in two months - he is fifteen years old.

Stalingradova grimaced unpleasantly:

- Wow! At fourteen years old and already an officer! That's what war does! I didn"t even know that molokos were already receiving full-fledged titles.

Palatsev shrugged:

- In war, children grow up early! Moreover, a story happened to him, it seems that he wrote the best story about the defense of Moscow, and Zhukov noted this and advised to transfer the boy from cadets to officers.

Stalingradova became kinder at these words:

- Fine! That he's not a fool. - She shook her finger like a school teacher. - Overall not bad, but no more drinking! I smell the smell, but my nose is like a dog"s, right under the tribunal! - A strong woman, mature, but not losing her athletic slenderness and freshness, pointed her finger at the colonel. - Actually, you will pay for it too. The man is already middle-aged, but he behaves like this.

Palatsev coughed hysterically:

- Actually, I"m thirty-three, but I"ve already been wounded seven times, so I seem old...

Stalingradova wanted to say something in response, when suddenly the pre-dawn silence was split by a monstrous roar. It was as if heavy boulders fell from the sky, and the window glass burst at once. Hailstone fragments clattered on the table and even landed in the hands and faces of the intoxicated officers. Stalingradova yelled like a commander:

- Everyone leave immediately.

Palatsev shouted in response, so loudly that he almost tore his vocal cords:

- These are twelve and eighteen inch shells! The Japanese battleships of the largest tonnage seem to have begun the hunt, which means.

Stalingradova hit the wall with her boot in frustration. A poke from a trophy boot, by the way, cracked the tile:

- It started, but not as we planned! Not at all like that! Damn it, we need to immediately take the squadron out to sea and sink the fleet of the country of narrow-eyed warriors.

The captain of the first rank (aka colonel), who fell on all fours, muttered:

- Weapons are only on my destroyer and a couple of other small troughs. We don't even have an answer.

Stalingradova showed a heavy fist:

- Well, you and donkeys! - The warrior with blue hair that looked like a raging tsunami growled. - But you should have coastal artillery! Not everyone was sent to the Western Front, as well as aviation. After all, the fact that Japan could enter the war at any moment has been talked about for several years now.

Palatsev, already pretty wounded, wanted to say, but there was another thunder and fragments rained down. The siren howled, warning of the arrival of aircraft. The colonel of the naval forces, with great difficulty, stood up and shouted over the roar of Stalingrad:

- We have aviation, and coastal batteries, even if they are not fully equipped. We will be able to answer!

The pilot growled as she ran through the streets:

- I just need to run to my fighter and I"ll hit these samurai warriors, it won"t seem too bad. They will also pay for Tsushima and Midouen.

Sashka Sokolovsky, in the dream already an officer, and not a slave, whose half of his ear was cut off, agreed:

- Yes, they will pay! And even with interest!

Explosions and the belated chatter of anti-aircraft guns were heard. In general, most of the air defense of Vladivostok was removed back in 1941, to strengthen the defense of Moscow, so multiple points of the Land of the Rising Sun"s camp did not seem to particularly pay attention to such "noise". Japanese dive bombers dropped spring "gifts" with a piercing screech. The attack was carried out both on the city and on the fleet. Japanese planes are not too large, but nimble, but battleships, on the contrary, are hefty. The largest of them is even cramped in the ocean, its length is three hundred meters, and its guns are 460 millimeters. So far, the Americans have not managed to sink any of these beauties, and the survivors, along with the cruisers, destroyed the coast. This was very similar to the villainous attack of the Land of the Rising Sun, which occurred on January 27, 1904. Only then there was no aviation.

Palatsev felt that he was suffocating from running. He is not a superman, but a simple man with diseased lungs who finds himself in a difficult situation. But Victoria Stalingradova did not overtake him by very much. I wonder how old she is, she hardly looks more than thirty, her breasts are large and her shoulders are broad like a man"s.

Stalingradova suddenly turned around and waved her hand:

- Don't run, old man, follow me! "She screamed with such force that the sound wave simply hit her ears. - Take the destroyer out to sea as soon as possible.

Explosions rumbled nearby, debris fell, one of them fell directly on Stalingradova, and she automatically caught it with her hands. The Terminator girl felt like a goalkeeper who had successfully won a penalty kick; the fragment was round, warm and looked like a ball. Victoria suddenly felt something liquid flowing through her hands. The girl looked at the wreckage, and even then, even as an iron warrior, hardened by three years of war (There will be more with the Spanish and civilian ones), nausea rose in her throat. She had a child's head in her hands. Poor girl (you can see it in her short pigtails, with her eyes knocked out. Stalingradova carefully placed her head on the cracked asphalt and crossed herself:

- You didn"t have time to sin or live! However, there is no greater sinner than God, therefore there is no greater sin than indifference to the suffering of children.

There was another roar, and fragments, one hit the girl"s boot, scratching her skin. Stalingradova wanted to turn around and rush as fast as she could to the runway, where her MIG was patiently waiting for her aggressive owner, but...

The warrior's gaze, sharp as a dagger blade, discerned an unbearable grimace of pain on the face of captain of the first rank Vladimirovich, when his upper part of the severed body flew tossed by the blast wave. The girl herself barely dodged the fragment. Although what a girl she is, she first took up arms back in the Russo-Japanese era of Nicholas II. At one time, she somehow got caught on the cheek, even during the international battle in Spain. As a result, a deep scar remained, which spoiled her appearance for a long time. Plus the arrest and sending of the colonel to a concentration camp. True, it was in Siberia, at a logging site, that she was introduced to one very powerful sorcerer who, with the help of rubbing and calling on spirits, managed to heal this wound and several more, as if it had never existed. Scars received during battles with the Japanese, Germans, White Czechs, troops of Kolchak, Denikin, Wrangel. And she taught her a lot, so Stalingradova seemed to belong to the chosen kind of people.

She got the opportunity to get out ahead of schedule using feminine charms, so she was given an amnesty, despite the heavy charge. The point, of course, is not so much to persuade the man, but to ensure that the party organizer does not find out about this. And there are so many informers of all stripes that the informer pushes the informer on the informer and the informer. So you won"t get much speed if you value your career.

This means that Japan has a large advantage in infantry, aviation, and even tanks. Well, in tanks, on our part it is compensated by qualitative superiority, but the rest is much worse. Although, if we take small arms, Japan is also somewhat behind in the number of machine guns; it mainly has shotguns. However, the Far Eastern divisions are also poorly equipped with submachine guns. There are not enough machines for everyone. So... In terms of quality, there is no superiority in the infantry, rather even worse, all the best officers were transferred to the Soviet front, here the worst troops, as a rule, were not fired upon, having a minimum of military training. This means that the war begins in an extremely unfavorable situation for the USSR. And many newly formed reserves will be sent to the east...

Stalingradova suddenly stumbled into a fire. The bombed city hospital was burning. The picture is truly apocalyptic: women, children, and old people are burning alive. Here the infant fell straight into the fire, and all around there was a terrible roar and groans.

Stalingradova felt the trumpets of the archangels in her head and threw herself into the flames. Tongues of fire licked the girl's bare hands and open face, but the pilot moved so quickly that she managed to pick up the child, snatching him from the embrace of destruction.

The girl jumped out, feeling only a slight itch on her skin, and glanced at the baby. Alas, it was too late, the boy suffocated, drawing flames into his lungs, and there were burns on his round face. Such ragged blisters on the skin are more tender than daisy buds. Stalingradova yelled:

- This is human chaos!

She hit a pile of garbage with her boot, after which she rushed to help out who else could be saved. It was reminiscent of a cobra dancing between the gas burners, the girl wriggled and danced very whimsically. She got burned, her boots melted, her tunic was charred, but she continued to stubbornly fight for every tear of a child, for every beat of a little heart, for every fragile, but so necessary life for the country! The boots fell apart, and now the girl danced through the whirlwinds of flame with her bare, charming feet. She was a martyr, but not just a nun torturing herself with fasts and lashes, which does not benefit either God or people, a martyr-fighter saving specific lives. The warrior girl"s legs were covered with a layer of small blisters, but she moved even faster and more accurately in pain.

The captain of the medical service took out large boots from his bag and shouted to her:

- Take them, put them on quickly! You, dancing through the flames, will become crippled.

The warrior with the rank of major immediately answered:

- It is better to become a cripple physically than to be a freak morally! Not a second for yourself, everything for the front, everything for victory!

The medical captain replied:

- This is a real Soviet man!

Stalingradova, trampling out the flames, cursed:

- What are you worth, save people!

The captain sighed:

- I have prosthetics instead of legs!

Stalingradova, pulling out another girl with a half-burned face and unconscious, shouted angrily:

- How cruel God is!

The captain shrugged:

- It"s not God"s fault, but people"s!

Stalingradova objected very reasonably and confidently:

- This is the same thing as saying - it"s not the parents who are to blame, but the children!

The captain wanted to answer something, but clouds of smoke entered his throat, and he coughed violently.

The bombings died down, but the shelling continued. The ship's guns have a decent supply of shells, although the fire was now directed more at disarmed Soviet vessels. Yamamoto understood that supremacy at sea would for a long time transfer the initiative to Japan in this war. But building ships is an expensive and time-consuming process, although, for example, submarines are perhaps easier to produce. This, of course, also needs to be taken into account, but it is important to break the structure. Admiral Yamamoto, the most powerful man in Japan after Emperor Hirohito, felt like a god. A real god, so the religion of the Land of the Rising Sun taught that the best path to deification is military valor! And now the great commander could arbitrarily torment and distort the space around him. Over Vladivostok there are thick, black clouds of smoke for many kilometers; oil storage facilities and fuel warehouses are on fire. Hundreds, thousands of people are burning, hell, how can you not feel like a god after this, taking revenge on the Russians for centuries of humiliation, a great people forced to huddle on a string of islands so tiny compared to the vastness of Russia. Now the Russian fleet is sinking, and unlike Peru Harbor, they will not leave more than one vessel behind.

Yamamoto proposed during the Battle of Khalkhin Gol to deliver a similar blow to Vladivostok, for which a detailed plan was drawn up. But Hitler unexpectedly made peace with Stalin. In general, the idiot Hitler started the massacre of Jews and thereby turned both Poland and Western countries against himself. And why did he need this? Wanted to get Jewish wealth? But it was better to first become a world power by defeating the USSR, and maybe then other countries. It is easier to defeat the West due to the fact that its mentality is much less characterized by fanaticism and a tendency to self-sacrifice. Is there at least one known case of American pilots going to ram? True, there were a couple of collisions, but this was most likely an accident. Russians are fanatical, which is strange, because the Orthodox faith does not approve of suicide, and does not at all believe that feats of arms can earn a way to heaven. In general, the teaching of Christ is extremely stupid and impractical. He Yamamoto read the Bible and was amazed at people"s stupidity, considering such a pacifist as God. For example, he teaches: if they hit you on your right cheek, offer your left, they ask for one shirt, give two, love your enemy! Only a mentally ill person can consider Christ God. Such a religion is good only for slaves, forced vassals. And all of Europe and half of the world must have believed it. True, the teachings of Jesus, despite the fact that it rejects the principle of the Old Testament, an eye for an eye, and teaches to love your enemies, did not prevent the British from conquering a third of the entire planet, creating the most extensive empire in the entire history of mankind. And this despite all the religiosity of Britain, where God is even mentioned in the national anthem. It"s strange that US presidents swear on the Bible, but nevertheless bombed Japanese cities with napalm bombs, burning thousands of women and children alive. Moreover, they killed the civilian population, not by accident, but deliberately; this was a tactic of terrorizing the civilian population: undermining human and economic resources. But the Japanese have not yet bombed US territory. But they will! They also attribute special cruelty to samurai. He Yamamoto, if he wanted, could break through with bombers to US cities, especially after the defeat of the Yankee fleet near Peru Harbor. Yes, Europeans are moral bastards. They have a perverted understanding, faith, teaching and not fulfilling! Not so in Japan! What we teach is what we do. There is no such thing as God saying, turn the other cheek, but at the same time his servants deliberately kill little children. In general, the belief that God is one and Almighty cannot be true. If he were alone, he would certainly make sure that people worship him correctly, in faith and truth, and have a single teaching. And so everyone prays as he wants, whatever he wants. And the world is too ugly and wrong to be created by a single Almighty God. After all, any responsible ruler first of all strives for order and justice. He wants that the strong, wise, noble, honest, was in first place, and the rest either corrected themselves, grew physically and spiritually, or... However, if God is Almighty and the Creator of the universe, then he would not create physical and mental deformities . After all, why is the emperor sometimes forced to endure the weaknesses of people as a given? Because there is no other way out, he cannot turn ugly people into handsome men and cowards into brave ones in the blink of an eye. But if I could, I would do it immediately!

Alas, we have to accept what is and deal with the human material that we received as a given. But from whom I received this is a different question. And the emperor himself has weaknesses: he is just a man - he gets old, gets sick, becomes decrepit. Strange, but the divine emperor often lives less than an ordinary servant, and wields weapons worse than most generals and many soldiers. Well, what is in it from Almighty God. But white ones are no better! In the entire history of Europe, there was no more terrible and successful conqueror than Hitler. He is truly a symbol of the military valor of the white people! And yet, the greatest commander of all times and peoples could not even graduate from high school or receive secondary education, which is compulsory in Japan!

Moreover, Hitler was not accepted into the army due to health reasons. Strangely, this adherent of the cult of strength, the lion of war, turned out to be so physically weak that even in Germany, where there is a military man at every pillar, he was not drafted as a private. Yes, how much Europe has degraded.

However, Stalin, another of the most outstanding politicians of our time, also did not have a secondary education, he was a genius. And what"s interesting is that he was also not drafted into the army due to health reasons. Interesting coincidence, two malicious enemies did not have a secondary education, were not called up for military service due to health reasons, had fathers who were drunkards, and Hitler"s father also worked as a shoemaker at first!

This is such a coincidence, strange, ominous. Goering, Hitler's right hand, is not like that. He comes from a family of aristocrats, Goering's ancestor was the deputy of the de facto ruler of Germany, Bismarck. Goering is a businessman, oligarch, aristocrat and pragmatist. They also see it as possible for them to replace the possessed Fuhrer. America and Britain also, albeit secretly, want to do away with Russia, regardless of the ruling regime, but they want to do away with the communists, who deny the very concept of private property, so much that they even turn a blind eye to the excessive strengthening of Germany.

However, Germany is a geopolitical competitor, but a competitor within the framework of the capitalist and aristocratic rules of the game, and Bolshevik Russia is absolutely alien and hostile. It"s even surprising that in "41, Churchill himself offered help to Stalin, despite all his anti-communism and traditional, English hatred of Russia. After all, Germany under the Reds is a war horse harnessed to a Soviet chariot, and the USSR under the Browns is an eternal partisan zone. After all, the fanatical Bolsheviks will not reconcile themselves, and will wage a protracted guerrilla war, which will so exhaust the Third Reich that all dreams of further expansion will disappear like a rainbow after a thunderstorm! Russia under Germany is better than Germany under Russia! Understanding this clearly, why the US and Britain are looking for a way out of the war.

Yamamoto is a pragmatist, he was at war with the USA and Britain. But these two empires themselves provoked Japan by imposing an embargo on the supply of petroleum products. After all, the Land of the Rising Sun does not have its own wells, or many other raw materials. The Japanese were negotiating, the Americans were making more and more humiliating demands.

And at the same time, the Yankees, provoking the war, did not at all bother to bring the army and navy to combat readiness. The temptation turned out to be too great, especially since the hope was that Moscow was about to fall and Germany and its allies would come to its aid. In addition, there was a calculation that the United States, being still a relatively democratic country, highly dependent on public opinion, if the war dragged on, would not want to generously shed blood on foreign islands. Indeed, why should the average American citizen receive zinc coffins with his relatives, if we are not talking about protecting the territory of the United States itself, and also pay rather large military taxes! Maybe that"s why tsarist Russia lost, having more soldiers, but the Russian people did not consider Manchuria their territory, and did not want to pay with blood and sweat for abstract interests. Alas, Hitler did not take Moscow, partly due to his unpreparedness for the harsh Winter, and partly due to the fanaticism characteristic of the Bolsheviks. However, not only the Bolsheviks, Russians are a people prone to self-sacrifice for great goals. After all, the first air ram was carried out by the Russian guy Messer. It"s even surprising that he did this not for the sake of the paradise houris, but for the sake of the Fatherland. Although... Messer is partly a fool, after all, he is a master of aerobatics, an inventor, a designer, and of course alive he would have brought much more benefit to the Motherland. Maybe the Yankees are not so wrong when they replicate the principle: the main thing in battle is to survive! After all, a dead person can no longer kill!

Admiral Naumo noted:

- We have already used up more than two-thirds of the ammunition. The guns got very hot, they were pouring buckets of water on them!

Yamamoto made a cross in the air with his finger and said in a low, slightly hoarse voice:

- I think the guns will withstand the last third of the shells. Although no, knock out up to ninety-five percent.

Admiral Naumo shrugged and wiped sweat from his forehead:

- Is it worth it to give all your best on the first day?

Yamamoto clenched his fists:

- Costs! Of course it's worth it! We caught the Russians by surprise, as it happened in 1904, and the Germans in 1941, but Stalin will severely punish the command and this will not happen again. So you need to take advantage of the fact that the dragon's tail has fallen asleep. Actually, I understand Stalin; the war with Germany absorbed his attention to such an extent that he stopped looking after the Far East. And his entourage without a leader is afraid to take the initiative. So they missed our blow. As do the Americans, by the way. It was obvious to everyone that it was time to prepare, clouds were gathering, thunder would soon strike, but...

Naumo touched the hilt of the samurai sword hanging on his belt, or as it is commonly called a katana:

- Russians always act late! The war will not be too long and we will reach the Urals.

Yamamoto raised his eyes to the sky:

- May the gods help us with this, but I don"t think so! They learn quickly, Khalkhin Gol showed that the Russian level is higher than during the war of 1904-1905. Besides, I"ll tell you one secret. Our secret agent in Vladivostok helped a little that the rather powerful coastal artillery did not have shells, and the aircraft were unable to take off in time. This is the secret war.

Naumo was surprised:

- Where were SMERSH and the NKVD looking?

Yamamoto chuckled, shaking his fingers.

- Here in the Far East the worst personnel of Russia serve; those who are afraid to die on the Soviet-German front are eager to go to Vladivostok. Therefore, here it is much easier to find a traitor or a fool at the top, as well as a selfish person. And the NKVD is so accustomed to uncovering imaginary conspiracies that it no longer notices real traitors. So it"s quite possible to work. By the way, note that if several generals went over to the side of the Germans, despite the fact that their families, relatives and friends were threatened with execution for this, then it is quite possible to bribe someone from the top. Or use it in the dark, which is even better. So we did a lot of work. We Japanese are generally characterized by thoroughness in thinking through military operations and taking into account all the details.

Naumo rubbed the handle of his katana:

- Right! But the shame of Khalkhin Gol evokes a feeling of bitterness and extreme annoyance! How could we...

Yamamoto consoled:

- There were more Manchus there than Japanese, and in general you can"t win all the time. I must note that, nevertheless, not the best units fought on our side, and the Russians had a large advantage in aircraft and tanks.

Naumo half unsheathed his katana:

- This does not justify us! A samurai will never rely on a dull blade, a tired horse, many enemies, or a weak weapon!

Yamamoto corrected:

- A samurai, of course, no, but a human, unfortunately, yes! People make mistakes!

Yamamoto got distracted and shouted something into the phones, and then continued:

- A samurai will never really bend! He goes to ram and against the current.

Naumo nodded:

- Really! But we fought with the USA and the British Lion.

Yamamoto tapped his finger on the control room:

- Yes! True, but the USA got hit in the teeth, Britain lost its colonies, and Germany was in trouble. We wanted to pull as many forces as possible from the West of Russia in order to make it easier for the Wehrmacht to go on the offensive. The strike was planned for May, by the time the roads dried up, but the Americans prevented it.

Naumo pulled out a katana and slashed it in the air:

- Death to the USA! They are always bothering Japan.

Yamamoto grinned slyly:

- Not always, of course, for example, when we first fought with Russia, the Yankees helped us a lot with loans, as well as supplies of weapons. More than half of our fleet was made with money from the USA and Britain, and at their own shipyards. So America is not always bad, but not in this case.

Naumo asked in surprise:

- And why?

Yamamoto condescended to explain:

- A flock of long-range bombers broke through to Tokyo and launched an insidious attack on the capital using napalm bombs. Hundreds of wooden houses burned down, and the emperor ordered to move the control zone away from the capital at any cost. And first of all, capture the closest to the Japanese skeletons, the combat complex of American bases on the Midway archipelago. And we succeeded!

Nauma waved his sword through the air:

- We still won!

Yamamoto interrupted:

- There are smart people among the whites too! No wonder the Emperor placed a bust of Napoleon in his office. But there was another Caesar, he said: it is more difficult to keep what you have conquered than to conquer. In this case, this applies to us first of all. Nauma made a figure eight with his sword:

- I understand with my mind, but with my heart!

Yamamoto stood up and patted his colleague on the shoulder:

- Don"t be upset, in this case we are leaving to return. We will defeat the USSR and again rush against the USA and the British, but this time together with the Germans and the pasta makers.

Admiral Nauma, with an almost imperceptible movement, hid the katana in its sheath and, with a lisp, whispered:

- The future is good, but the present is better! Do you hear that the entire supply of bombs on the aircraft carriers has been used up, and...

Yamamoto ordered briefly:

- Go out on deck and look around, in half an hour we will turn around and leave for our nearest base.

Nauma whistled through his nose:

- I obey, commander!

The admiral jumped out, holding the door so it wouldn"t slam. Before his steps had time to subside, a shadow slipped out of the door from the wall, walked on tiptoe and threw off the covers.

Well, what is time for business, but night for love.

Meanwhile, Sashka Sokolovsky still climbed into the LAGG-5 fighter.

The boy wanted a fight. He took off towards the formidable Conan. That's why it's a dream, because there are incredible coincidences.

Conan has already shot down five hundred and sixty American and British aircraft. And he crossed his beak with Soviet aces.

However, he does not suspect what surprise awaits him.

Sashka Sokolovsky himself is against him.

The boy is wearing only swimming trunks, it"s more comfortable and rational. He rushes into a fierce battle.

His rival Conan, also fair-haired, looks like a boy of about fourteen, only very handsome and with prominent muscles.

Both boys are Terminators.

They start shooting at each other from a long distance. And at the same time they shy away.

They move out of the way of the shots.

Sashka shouts:

- For motherland for Stalin!

Conan roars back:

- For Japan, for the emperor!

Although he is not a samurai at all, but an elf. Here is the boy Conan, knocking down a Soviet car.

Sashka answers symmetrically - by cutting off the Japanese one.

Both fighters deserve to be heroes.

They either fly together or scatter in different directions, but neither can knock down the other.

Sashka shouts:

- Fight, you vile coward!

Conan answers:

- You're the coward who fights!

They get back together. They almost ram each other, but again scatter in different directions. No, no one can hit anyone. Unfortunately, they fail to do this.

And they scattered again.

Sashka growled:

- For Holy Rus'!

Conan roared:

- No, Japan is more holy!

Sashka whistled and answered:

- But you"re not Japanese! And not even a person!

Conan growled with bared teeth:

- And who am I?

Sashka answered honestly:

- You are from a family of light elves!

Conan chuckled and replied, cutting off another Soviet plane:

- That's how you know it!

Sashka noted, baring his pearly teeth:

- I know a lot of things!

Conan then suggested:

- Let's do it this way! For me personally, this war is more like a game and entertainment, you are also a child of the twenty-first century! What do you need for World War II?

Sashka logically noted as he hit the Japanese car:

- I come from Russia, and before Russia was the USSR. So you can say I"m fighting for my Motherland!

Conan chuckled and remarked:

- And the Japanese invented me, the elf Conan, and drew him in the anime. That's why I fight for Japan. So this is also, to some extent, my homeland!

Sashka again sent for rapprochement. They fired from behind all the machine guns, but could not hit each other.

They've run out of ammunition.

Conan suggested:

- Let's do it! You and I are both leaving the Second World War! I"m in my world, and you"re in yours... And let events take their course!

Sashka objected:

- No, that will not do! Japan has already attacked the USSR and created problems. Or we"ll make it as if you never existed in World War II. Or I'll stay here to fight!

Conan grinned and replied:

- Time is running out for both of us in World War II! And we return to our worlds! And as for changes, I succeeded more than you, young officer, because I am an elf! Yes, they didn"t let you at the helm of the plane right away!

Sashka growled:

- Whether you care...

But before he could, there was a flash, and both planes and ace pilots disappeared from the air.

Then the war began without two warriors from different worlds. One of the cartoons of Japanese anime, and the other a boy born in the twenty-first century, returned to their times.

But the deed has already been done, and Japan, having defeated the USA at sea, attacks the USSR from the east.

Stalin is forced to transfer significant forces to the East, and postpones the offensive at Stalingrad. True, the Rzhev-Sychovo operation still takes place, but with even less success than in real history. The Germans manage to repel the advance of the Soviet troops, inflicting heavy damage on them.

True, in Africa the allies seized the initiative. But because there was no need to rescue Paulus from the pocket, Rommel received more reinforcements, and carried out a very effective attack on the Americans in Algeria, capturing more than fifty thousand soldiers and officers.

Heavy damage caused disagreements in the American command, and Roosevelt froze the transfer of troops to Africa, and generally declared that the Pacific Ocean was most important for America.

Some of the American military, and most industrialists, also insisted on focusing on Japan.

As a result, in the United States, supporters of isolation were able to push through the project of American non-participation in the war in Europe. A truce was even proposed to the Wehrmacht.

Hitler, experiencing problems with reserves, agreed to a truce with the Americans.

Britain also did not want to fight without the United States and also proposed a truce for a year.

The Fuhrer agreed with this too. In winter, the Germans were able to hold the front. Only near Leningrad did Operation Iskra succeed and it was possible to break through the corridor.

The Germans were able to completely capture Stalingrad in December, but did not advance further.

At the end of February, the Red Army carried out a successful attack near Voronezh and was able to make significant progress. But Mainstein, with a counterattack in March, was able to encircle the Soviet troops and restore the situation.

Red suffered great damage. And she calmed down for a while.

The Germans, meanwhile, declared total war in February. And the Allies stopped bombing and fighting.

In the Third Reich, the production of weapons, especially tanks, increased sharply.

The Fritz planned to use the Tigers, Panthers and Ferdinands to decide the outcome of the war in their favor.

But of course this was not enough. They delivered their main blow in the area of Stalingrad, along the Volga coast, towards the Caspian Sea.

The plan was to cut off the Caucasus by land from the rest of the USSR. And then move to Baku along the Caspian coast.

At the same time, the Germans made diplomatic efforts to involve Turkey in the war.

They have already made a fundamental promise to strike if the Wehrmacht reaches the Caspian Sea.

Japan was still at war. She was able to cut off Vladivostok and capture Mongolia.

The samurai have a lot of infantry and they fight fanatically. The tanks are rather weak, but they are light, mobile, and cheap to produce. And most importantly, with good maneuverability.

In short, the enemy has great strength. And Stalin doesn"t know what to do.

For now, the whole bet is on thirty-fours. But they are weaker than German cars, especially the Tigers. The KV tank is even worse and heavier.

The 45 mm gun is outdated, and the 76 mm gun is not strong enough.

Aviation in practical terms is not bad. Especially the Yak-9, although it is rather weak in armament.

The Germans naturally relied on the Focke-Wulf! But the car turned out to be difficult to drive. Although very powerful and fast.

The ME-309 began to arrive, a fast vehicle with seven firing points, but also not very easy to operate and heavy. This means worse maneuverability.

More or less of the new developments were the Yu-188 and Yu-288, which are good bombers.

And, of course, the first jet cars began to appear. But not yet en masse.

The Germans began their offensive only on June 15, transferring masses of tanks. And of course they were expected from the very beginning. A powerful defense was built.

A real citadel.

In addition, IL-2 prepared a good surprise for the Germans in the form of small cumulative bombs.

But this is not enough... The Germans still turned out to be stronger. They have more and more experienced infantry, aviation and tanks.

Without a western front, the fascists are stronger in the air. In tanks they have a small advantage in numbers, but in quality due to heavy vehicles.

In artillery, the USSR even has slightly more barrels. But of course, in terms of caliber, the enemy is ahead.

All that remains is to count on the powerful defense and steadfastness of the Soviet people.

NAPOLEON WAS VICTORY AT WATERLOO

Napoleon the Great attacked Hamilton a couple of hours earlier and managed to defeat him before Blucher arrived. And then he defeated Blucher.

Under these conditions, Russia, led by Alexander the First, decided not to fight Napoleon. The Austrians, who seemed to be related to him, offered peace on moderate terms.

France received back two small areas in Italy inhabited by the French, and the Netherlands into its composition. The indemnity was removed from her, and the power of Napoleon the First was recognized.

A temporary equilibrium has been established. France was too tired of wars, and Napoleon sat quietly for some time. Although he began to carry out some reforms. One of the most important is the official introduction of polygamy, with the right to have up to four partners.

Although the Catholic Church resisted, the authority of the papal authority fell greatly. And Protestants showed flexibility in this matter.

Napoleon himself was almost an atheist. And he resolutely separated church and state. They say that secular laws do not concern you.

Napoleon the Great, having slightly restored the power of France, invaded Algeria and Morocco. He began to add colonies in Africa to his possessions. Soon his troops captured Libya. But Egypt was prevented from being taken by Britain, which itself had no plans for it.

Napoleon decided that it was better not to start a war at sea, where he was much weaker than the enemy. Moreover, it is also necessary to digest what was captured in Africa.

The French decided to move towards Niger and conquer lands in the West and center of Africa.

Napoleon managed to establish good relations with Russia, especially after Nicholas the First came to power, with whom he became friends, and with Austria. Moreover, in 1829, Austria and France entered the war against Turkey on the side of Russia. What turned out to be a strong move overall.

Türkiye was finally expelled from the Balkans. Bosnia and Herzegovina became part of Austria, Russia received the eastern part of Romania, and the western part became Austrian.

Bulgaria and Serbia formally gained independence, but the Bulgarians became vassals of Russia, and the Serbs of Austria. France gained control of the Sardinian and Neapolitan kingdoms. In addition, the French captured Crete from Greece and part of the islands. Greece itself on the continent formally gained independence, but under the auspices of France.

Turkey practically only retained Istanbul in Europe.

Russia also received Transcaucasia, Batumi, Kars, and Erzerum - almost all lands inhabited by Armenians and Kurds. The north of Iraq became Russian, and the south was annexed by the British.

Türkiye was relegated to the category of secondary powers. On the contrary, Russia turned out to be stronger than in real history. Napoleon died in 1837, leaving France a great and powerful power with colonial possessions in Africa, Europe, and parts of Asia.

After which his son Napoleon II came to power. Taller, blond, he inherited great ambitions from his father. And he made an attempt to create a coalition against Britain.

Austria agreed with this, and Russia, which at that time was bogged down in the war in the Caucasus, refused to wage a coalition war. Then in 1846, Austria and France went to war with Germany. It has not yet united under Prussia. And the forces were unequal. Austria is at the peak of its power and France too... But Prussia is not very strong.

As a result of the war, all German lands were captured and divided between the French and Austrians. Then Napoleon II quickly annexed Denmark. In 1851, Norway was also captured by the French.

And in 1853, Nicholas the First finally joined the coalition. Russia, Austria and France attacked what was left of Turkey and Britain.

On land, success contributed to the coalition. At sea, things were a little better for the British. But the coalition captured the entire Middle East, Egypt, Sudan. And then Iran. And in 1857, Russia, France and Austria moved towards India. And they were able to capture her too.

The conquest of Africa was also underway with advancement to the south. And Britain itself was strangled by a continental blockade. At the same time, three empires were building fleets.

Their advantage in combat power and resources was increasingly felt.

And in 1862, in view of the threat of the landing of Russia, France and Austria in the metropolis itself, the British asked for peace. Britain had to agree to a number of humiliating conditions and give up its colonies.

In 1864, Nicholas the First died... His throne was inherited by Alexander the Second. But this king was again unlucky. Already in April 1866, he was shot by the nobleman Karakazov and the long-awaited liberation of the peasants did not take place.

And the new young Tsar Alexander the Third was against the liberation of the peasants. And he continued the conservative course. However, Russia was moving through Asia and China.

In the United States, the civil war dragged on. Especially after the assassination of Abraham Lincoln. Serious disagreements arose among the northerners. The war lasted more than ten years, and the United States remained fragmented. The prolongation of the war was facilitated by Napoleon II's help to the southerners and the reluctance to have a strong United States on the border with the French colony of Canada and vassal Mexico. Napoleon the Second ruled until 1879, and his reign turned out to be quite long: forty-two years and glorious. The French completely occupied Africa, only Austria grabbed a little of it, profited from Syria, Palestine, Indochina, partly India, Iran, and so on.

They gained a foothold in Canada, Mexico, and began to penetrate Latin America. In Spain and Portugal, French kings began to rule. Britain became a secondary country.

True, Russia has strengthened, and a little Austria. But that's not scary.

Napoleon the Third, the son of Napoleon the Second, ascended the throne. He was already thirty-eight years old. A fairly mature emperor, he continued his father"s policies, waging wars in Latin America and exploring Australia and the Pacific Ocean.

Russia at that time conquered and digested China and India, a lot of land. In 1904, the Russians landed in Japan, having previously conquered Korea. The war with Japan dragged on somewhat and entered the partisan phase. Napoleon III conquered Latin America and almost the entire Red Continent. But he did not have time to enter the United States and died in 1909.

Napoleon the Fourth - all the eldest sons were traditionally called Napoleons - took and attacked the United States to complete the consolidation of the land. The United States, meanwhile, was divided into three parts and remained relatively backward. And numerous French armies captured them.

Russia was still at war with the Japanese partisans for a long time, and uprisings constantly broke out in China.

In 1913, Alexander the Third died, and Nicholas II ascended the throne. The new king continued his father's course.

After conquering the United States, Napoleon IV wanted more. Britain is not yet very strong without colonies. Austria and Russia are the two main forces in the world besides France.

Moreover, in both empires there are absolute monarchies, and in Tsarist Russia, serfdom also applies!

Napoleon the Fourth is thinking about this... But fighting two monsters at once is an impossible task. Or too complicated. You need to choose one person and beat them together.

After the death of Emperor Franz Joseph in 1916, who reigned for sixty-eight years - one of the longest reigns in the world, his great-nephew Charles I ascended the throne. And after that, conflicts began in Austria. Not everyone recognized the new heir, whose only great-great-grandfather Franz II was emperor.

And several uprisings and coups broke out.

France and Russia sent troops to Austria. The joint strike led to the rapid defeat of the patchwork empire and its division. And soon Sweden was divided.

And France included Spain and Portugal in its composition.

Thus, there are only two countries left in the world: France and Russia, which have divided all the territories...

Nicholas II and Napoleon IV. This is the combination. And two monarchs stand opposite each other... But the war never started... Nicholas II died in 1936. He was succeeded by Alexey II. And Napoleon the Fourth died a year later in 1937. He was succeeded not by his eldest son, who also died, but by the middle one, Louis the Nineteenth.

The new king was young and Alexei was young. And in 1941 they fought for several months from May to December... After which they made peace, on terms without annexations and indemnities.

This was already the last war of two world empires. In 1943, the French flew to the moon. And the Russians in 1945. Space expansion has begun.

And two empires: Russian and French, the Bonaparte and Romanov dynasties coexisted peacefully.

So, in general, life developed quite calmly in another system of the earthly universe.

By the end of the twentieth century, the Russians and the French managed to visit almost all the planets of the Solar System and developed the space industries.

In general, there were no longer epidemics or famines on Earth. Birth rates in both empires were controlled and religions were limited in scope.

The church was separated from the state, and atheism and new paganism became fashionable.

And the wars disappeared altogether, as there were almost no major unrest.

IF RASPUTIN WOULD SURVIVE

Rasputin, by some miracle, despite the poison and being wounded in the stomach, still survived the assassination attempt. As a result of the long-planned encirclement of Tsar Nicholas II, the palace coup did not take place. The Tsar successfully passed the most difficult stage in the history of Russia. And at the end of April, as soon as the roads dried up, the long-awaited offensive in the south began.

The combat effectiveness of the tsarist army was not undermined by the stupid decrees of the Provisional Government, and under the command of the outstanding commander Brusilov, it achieved major successes. By the way, in real history, at first there were major successes, the offensive failed as a result of sabotage, both by the Bolsheviks and other destructive elements, including the big bourgeoisie and ministers of the Provisional Government.

But there is no sabotage, the army is still strong due to the discipline of the tsarist generals. And the morale of the Austrians and especially the Slavic units is falling.

Brusilov took Lviv and advanced until the siege of Przemysl.

Only by seriously weakening the front in the center did the Germans somehow stop the Russian offensive.

However, Russian troops also struck in Romania. They achieved great success there. And they even recaptured Bucharest and Transylvania.

The Germans also withdrew troops from other areas, saving the Austrians. The situation for Germany was aggravated by the US entry into the war in April 1917. Why shouldn't the Americans join? It is clear that Germany is already sailing and it is nice to be among the winners.

In the fall, when wet snow began to fall, the Russian troops finally began to attack the German units in the center.

Poor visibility in wet snow made it difficult for German machine gunners and artillerymen to work. In addition, in cold weather the Krauts always howl worse than the Russians, who are more accustomed to the harsh climate.

So the central, western front was commanded by the more decisive and capable commander Kornilov, who swept aside his not so courageous predecessor.

Russian troops broke through the weakened German defenses and successfully advanced, capturing large numbers of prisoners and trophies.

Only on the Vistula River, having weakened their troops in the west, were the Germans able to stop the advance of Russian troops. The Tsarist army liberated the Baltic states and entered East Prussia.

The Russians also achieved major successes on the southern sector of the front against Turkey. By the end of the year, they, together with the British and French, almost completely captured Asia Minor and approached Istanbul.

In January, Istanbul fell under pressure primarily from Russian troops, and the Ottoman Empire capitulated.

The year 1918 arrived. In Russia they believed in an early victory, and the country held on despite all the military difficulties. The Allies also slightly pushed back the Germans in the West, and believed in their success.

America transferred more and more divisions. Austria-Hungary was falling apart and its army was deserting. Bulgaria declared war on Germany and Austria-Hungary, leaving the union of the central states. And Türkiye was defeated.

Of course, sentiments arose in Germany to end this war as quickly as possible.

But they were still a little hesitant. Where will you go? Back in March, Russia, without waiting for warmer weather, struck the already broken Austria-Hungary and broke through the front. The Germans could not withstand the attack and fled. They were defeated with great damage. Budapest fell and the Austrian Empire capitulated.

After some time, a coup took place in Germany, and on May 9, 1918, the German Empire capitulated.

This is how the First World War ended. This was followed by negotiations at Versailles, and the signing of a new peace system.

The Ottoman Empire disappeared from the map. It was divided by Russia, Britain, and France. The Tsarist Empire received back Constantinople and Asia Minor with Armenia. Britain Iraq, Palestine, Ottoman possessions in Saudi Arabia, and France Syria. Austria-Hungary also disappeared from the map of Europe. Russia received Galicia, Bukovina, Krakow along with Polish lands. Czechoslovakia became part of Russia, retaining some autonomy, but Nicholas II became the king of the Czech Republic and Slovakia. Krakow entered the Kingdom of Poland, like Poznan and part of the German lands. Including Danzig. Russia also received the Klaipeda region. Significantly expanding his holdings.

In the West, Germany returned the French and Danish possessions captured under Bismarck. It was also forced to agree to a demilitarized zone in the Rhine Basin. Germany was also forced to pay huge reparations to the victorious countries. First of all, Russia and France as the most affected by the Germans.

Yugoslavia also appeared, which recognized itself as a vassal of Russia, but did not formally become part of it. Hungary was cut down and also recognized itself as a vassal of Russia. Austria formally remained independent, but paid reparations. Romania got Transylvania.

Everyone was more or less happy except those who lost. Türkiye and Austria-Hungary disappeared from the map of Europe and Asia. And Russia increased both population and territory. As indeed, France, Japan, Britain, and only the United States received only a small part of the reparations. Germany's possessions in the Pacific Ocean were divided between Japan and Britain. In Africa, mainly Britain.

A few months later, Russia entered the war in Afghanistan on Britain's side. A quick victory was won, and for the first time the tank developed by Mendeleev's son was tested in battle. The new car proved to be very efficient and with good driving characteristics.

She was named "Alexey" in honor of the heir to the throne. And this car looked very promising.

After the conquest and division of Afghanistan, a period of peace began. Although several small wars have passed. Russia and Britain divided Iran. And then the allies completed the division of Saudi Arabia.

The Russian economy experienced a rapid growth of about ten percent per year, and in 1929 it came into second place. The USA also rose quickly, a little less than France, and even less than Germany. And Britain experienced stagnation, barely reaching its pre-war level.

However, when the Great Depression hit, things became more difficult again and rebellion and unrest began to grow.

Nicholas II strengthened his authority by winning the First World War. The Tsar reduced the working day to ten and a half hours, and on Saturdays and pre-holiday days to eight hours. Wages in Russia were growing. Prices remained stable, and the royal ruble was the strongest currency on Earth.

In addition, the tsar in 1925 introduced free seventh-grade education. And in 1929, seventh-grade education became compulsory. Free healthcare has also become more accessible.

And getting higher education for free has become much easier. And pensions were increased, and they were paid even to workers and housewives, and the disabled.

But the Great Depression exacerbated all the problems again. And again they remembered the Duma, which the tsar dissolved, but new elections were never held. What led to the revival of absolutism.

The king again received the right to make laws, and began to show noticeable activity. However, without the State Duma it even became better, the State Council worked, and the Civil Code of the Russian Empire was adopted.

However, the new bourgeoisie wanted more democracy, and at least a revival of the Duma. During the depression, both the proletariat and the peasantry began to rebel.

All the villages, the kulak class became significantly stronger. But landowners still retained land ownership. Fertility remained high and mortality decreased, especially as medical care improved. This led to population growth and land fragmentation. True, part of this growth was absorbed by the city. During the Depression, unemployment rose sharply.

But the tsarist government, through vigorous measures, was able to mitigate the consequences of the depression. In 1931, when Japan invaded China and tried to create its own puppet government in Manchuria. This violated previous agreements and became the reason for Russia"s entry into the war.

By this time, the Tsarist army had the most advanced and powerful tanks in the world, the best aviation, including six motor bombers. Thus, in Tsarist Russia, the world's first mass-produced helicopters appeared, and the most successful, recoilless rifles.

In addition, the level of generals rose in Tsarist Russia. And the fleet was commanded by the genius Admiral Kolchak.

Even during the First World War, the Tsarist army reproduced seaplanes and brought them to perfection. And she actively crushed the Japanese at sea.

The war went unfavorably for the Japanese from the very beginning. Under the tsar, another Baikal-Amur Mainline was built and the supply of the Russian army was carried out without problems.

Outnumbering the Japanese in both quantity and quality, field marshals Denikin and Kornilov led a successful offensive. Among the young generals, Vasilevsky stood out, who became a colonel at twenty-three during the First World War. And at twenty-five he is already a general.

Of course, there were other commanders. Tukhachevsky also experienced rapid career growth. Went up to Budyonny. A series of victories and from the very beginning the tsarist army had the initiative, creating cauldrons and laying siege to Port Arthur. However, the siege did not last long; during the assault, this impregnable citadel fell in two weeks. And in just four months of fighting, China and all of Korea were liberated.

Tsar Nicholas II, taking advantage of the fact that the United States was weakened by the Great Depression, just as Britain could not intervene in the war, ordered the capture of Japan entirely and annex it to the Russian Empire.

Kolchak completely defeated the samurai at sea, using, among other things, the best seaplanes in the world. In addition, a fleet arrived from the Baltic and Mediterranean Sea.

And in March 1932, the tsarist army landed in Japan. After three months of stubborn fighting, the Land of the Rising Sun was conquered and became a Russian province. It held a referendum on joining Russia. And Nicholas II became the Japanese Mikado and Emperor. Russia also conquered possessions in the Pacific Ocean.

Hitler came to power in Germany in January 1933. And of course, his accession could give rise to cataclysms.

The Fuhrer immediately swore allegiance to Nicholas II and declared an alliance with Russia.

Hitler proposed during a personal meeting to divide the French and English colonies.

Nicholas II agreed. And an alliance between Italy, Germany and Russia was concluded. Against Britain and France, of course. In 1937, Germany annexed Austria. At the same time, Nicholas II died after ruling for almost forty-three years. His young grandson, Alexander the Fourth, was on the throne. The heir, Alexey, managed to get married, have a son, and also died of an incurable disease. The grandson was only six years old, and the king"s brother, Mikhail Romanov, became the ruler and regent. An elderly, but generally experienced king. By the way, it was he who carried out the overall leadership of the capture of Japan, and had the rank of grand marshal, like a generalissimo.

Regent Mikhail Romanov continued his course towards an alliance with Germany and Italy. And on May 15, 1940, the Third Reich attacked France, Belgium, and Holland, as well as Britain. Russia also attacked the English colonies. And Italy moved to Africa.

The war developed quite successfully. The Russians captured all the possessions of Britain and France in Asia in three months. And then they landed in Australia. Russia also advanced in Africa.

The Germans, after quickly defeating France and occupying Belgium and Holland, launched an air attack on Britain. It was not very successful until Russian aviation entered the war.

And Britain became very bad. And they bombed everything they could. Russian troops quickly conquered Australia. And Africa was conquered more slowly, not so much because of the resistance of the British and French troops, but because of the long distances and lack of roads.

They did not have time to capture Britain in 1940, but in the summer of 1941 an airborne landing took place and the British were finally finished.

This was followed by a war with the United States. Roosevelt carelessly got into the fray, and late. And Tsarist Russia wanted to regain Alaska.

But not only that... In the winter of '41 - '42, the Tsarist troops crossed the ice into the United States and started fighting there.

The Russian troops have superiority in both the quantity and quality of troops.

The Americans were losing. And the Germans burst in from Canada and also achieved great success. 1942 was the last year of independent America. Under blows from Russia and Germany, the United States held out until October 8, when, after the fall of New York and Washington, it capitulated.

Thus ended the Second World War. Shorter than in real history, victorious for Russia and the Third Reich. During the war, the Germans also occupied Spain and Portugal, annexing their colonies.

The world has been redivided. Tsarist Russia annexed all the colonies of Britain and France in Asia and the Pacific, as well as Australia. Alaska, most of Canada and the United States became Russian, and only a small part was given to Germany. Most of Africa became Russian. But the Germans took over part of the French, Belgian, Portuguese, and Spanish colonies.

The Germans also captured both Denmark and Norway. And Sweden was divided with Russia. France, Belgium, Holland, Spain, Portugal entered the special union of states in the stamp zone. The Nazis occupied them with troops, although they retained formal puppet governments. The same is true in Denmark and Norway and part of Sweden.

Russia gained control of Britain. Since Tsar Alexander the Fourth was related to the English kings, he was recognized as the monarch of Britain.

Italy gained some possessions in Africa and strengthened itself in Ethiopia.

Tsarist Russia is undoubtedly the most powerful and extensive empire in the world. But the Third Reich is also strong. And there was a temporary peaceful pause. We need to digest new acquisitions. Regent Mikhail even took the not unprecedented step of allowing the Russian to have four wives.

Even the synod was forced to admit this in order to speed up the assimilation of the outskirts.

What a good idea! Alexander the Fourth even married twice in his youth to set an example for his subjects. So the situation has stabilized.

Mikhail died in 1947, and Tsar Alexander actually took over. And so far he has succeeded too. But Hitler did not have enough land, and the possessed Fuhrer dreamed of world domination.

And so on April 20, 1955, a big war began against Tsarist Russia. The Third Reich and Italy, where the son of Mussolini Jr. already ruled, attacked the empire of Tsar Alexander IV.

The Third World War began. Argentina, Brazil, Venezuela, Mexico, and a number of Latin American countries also took the side of the Third Reich. And the Third World War broke out...

ROKOSSOVSKY'S ERROR

Parallel universe, earthly world. During the Great Patriotic War, there was only one small discrepancy with real history. Rokossovsky managed to persuade Stalin to send the 2nd Guards Army and other reserves against Paulus in order to destroy them before Mainstein arrived. The argument that played a decisive role: "if we destroy Paulus and liberate Stalingrad before the New Year, it will have a colossal political effect! We will celebrate Catholic Christmas in Stalingrad!"

Stalin agreed that politicians came first and ordered that Paulus be attacked and Mainstein restrained for now. But as a result of this spontaneous decision, the following happened. Still in December, relatively combat-ready and relying on powerful defensive structures, Paulus"s troops put up stubborn resistance and were able to hold their positions. And on December 25, Mainstein broke through a corridor to Stalingrad a little further south.

And fierce battles broke out. Hitler ordered to hold the bridgehead on the Volga at any cost, Stalin ordered to recapture Stalingrad at any cost. The battles began to boil, as during the assault on Stalingrad, by the Germans, but now it"s exactly the opposite.

Soviet troops broke forward, and the Germans desperately fought back.

The most stubborn fighting continued for three and a half months. More and more reserves entered the battle. Ultimately, by the end of March, the Germans were driven out of Stalingrad, forcing them to retreat to the Don. But the losses of the Soviet troops were too high and a long operational pause in the offensive followed.

The Germans also strengthened their army with total mobilization, transferred heavy Tiger and Panther tanks, and licked their wounds. But the ratio of losses during the battles turned out to be more favorable for the Krauts than in real history. Since the Nazis did not fall into the cauldrons and fought in more favorable defensive conditions. And this helped them keep the front line on more advantageous lines for themselves.

Yes, the Allies did not act so decisively in Africa. The absence of a catastrophe for the Germans in the east gave rise to uncertainty and disagreement among their ranks. The Americans, fearing heavy losses, behaved passively, and some of the British did not have enough strength.

Therefore, the Nazis still held a bridgehead in Tunisia and could not worry about Italy.

And on July 6, a new Nazi offensive began, near Stalingrad. This time, however, the Fritz turned out to be more cunning and did not dare to attack, as the Soviet command expected, on the city itself, but moved their armored claws to the south. And it was able to break through the defense line.

Advancing, Mainstein reached the Volga one hundred kilometers south of Stalingrad, then turned south. It turned out to be a daring and unexpected maneuver. In addition, in offensive battles, the Tiger showed its formidable strength as a breakthrough tank with strong protection on the sides and stern.

The Soviet command belatedly tried to respond with a counterattack along a heavily fortified strip. Tank battles unfolded, where for the first time the Panther showed its power in defense and ambush action. The Germans skillfully parried the counterattacks of the Soviet troops with their latest tanks. "Ferdinand" also performed well.

But numerical superiority is still on the side of the USSR. The Germans were unable to advance far and were forced to stop. The situation on the Volga seemed to have frozen. But an anti-Soviet revolt broke out in Chechnya. And the city of Grozny was taken as a result of a double blow, with the fall of the Terek Gate of the Caucasus. The situation has become extremely aggravated. Türkiye stirred. One of the Ottoman generals turned out to be a German agent. He simply ordered his corps to attack Soviet troops without permission, thus confronting the leadership with the fact of being drawn into the war. Churchill and Roosevelt remained silent, and thirty Turkish divisions, numbering about a million soldiers, went on the offensive.

This treacherous stab in the back, and at the same time squeezing the supply artery along the Volga, significantly aggravated the situation.

Mainstein, having repelled attempts by Soviet troops to push him away from the Volga, tried to develop an offensive. Then the Soviet command sent units of the Steppe Front into battle. The Germans were stopped, eighty Soviet divisions against fifty German ones. But they were only able to slow down their advance, but failed to defeat the enemy. While in the Caucasus the situation worsened. The Turks surrounded Yerevan and almost completely captured Batumi. There are very few Soviet reserves in Transcaucasia; fifteen German divisions, after the capture of Grozny, continued to move in a southern direction, approaching and beginning to surround Tbilisi.

Unexpectedly, Stalin ordered the launch of an offensive in the center, the third Rzhev-Sychov operation. But the Germans were ready for this, and not enough forces were allocated to carry out such a decisive offensive. The situation was aggravated by Japan's entry into the war. True, the samurai did not attack the USSR itself, but launched an attack on Mongolia. But the Soviet command, in response, of course, transferred troops and entered into battle with the Japanese. The six hundred thousandth fist of the Japanese army took aim at the blow, and twenty-five more divisions had to be urgently transferred to the Far East, weakening their forces opposing the Krauts.

As luck would have it, the Allies adhered to a wait-and-see approach and even reduced the intensity of bombing of the European continent and German cities. And the bridgehead in Tunisia was still not attacked. In general, the Allies were in no hurry to take chestnuts out of the fire. And they practically sabotaged the war. And the Germans and their satellites gradually won in the Caucasus.

Then Stalin decided to act like Solon and offered Hitler a truce. Moreover, the conditions are very favorable to the Germans. All prisoners of war are given to them for free, and the Russians are taken back for a substantial ransom. In addition, the USSR undertook to supply the Third Reich with oil and petroleum products, as well as a number of categories of raw materials, free of charge during the armistice.

Hitler, having thought about it, decided to accept Stalin's offer. The truce was concluded for a year with the possibility of extension. On September 1, 1943, the war in the east ceased. And the fighting resumed with renewed vigor. Only this time in the West. First of all, at sea. Tunisia became a hot spot and a springboard for the Nazi invasion.

On November 25, 1943, superior German forces under the command of Mainstein began the assault on Gibraltar. Franco received an ultimatum to let the Nazis through or face overthrow. There was a fierce assault for three days and three nights. In it, the Germans used a new product for the first time: the Sturmtiger armed with a rocket launcher. This machine simply tore British positions to pieces and exterminated the enemy exponentially.

Gibraltar was the key to control of the Mediterranean and both sides understood this. Alas, the Germans had more opportunities to concentrate forces. And the fortress fell.

Combat operations also intensified at sea. The production of submarines in the Third Reich exceeded forty units per month and continued to increase. Allied losses at sea are piling up. And in Africa a real war broke out. The German "Panthers" and "Tigers" demonstrated their superiority over the enemy. The German offensive, consisting of a group of thirty divisions, began with an invasion from Morocco, and twenty-five divisions, with an attack on Algeria...

New Year 1944 found everyone when the fighting was in full swing...

At the end of January 1944, a large cauldron of American and British troops formed in Algeria. And these forces simply surrendered after relatively weak resistance. Then, the Germans, together with the Italians, invaded Libya. New African swings have arrived. Rommel's group advanced towards Egypt, and Mainstein's towards the Niger loop.

The Germans came into service with the Panther-2, with more powerful armor and a gun, as well as an engine of 900 horsepower. And the Americans began to use the Sherman M 4 tank. Stalin, in turn, rearmed his T-34-85 and IS-2 tanks. Another German tank, Tiger 2, turned out to be obsolete from the moment it went into mass production. Having equal armament with the Panther-2 and being twenty-one tons heavier, the German mastodon Tiger-2 was only slightly superior to its younger colleague in armor, significantly inferior in both driving performance and technical reliability.

But the newest jet fighter ME-262 had no equal, either in armament or speed. So his qualitative superiority had to compensate for the quantitative advantage of the Allies. In general, the large number of aircraft among the Western coalition troops could not provide a decisive advantage on the battlefield. German aces were superior in skill to their Western colleagues and this affected the statistics of air battles. And the Nazis" anti-aircraft artillery was excellent. In addition, the allies were let down by the indecisiveness of their command, which introduced forces into battle in parts, which is why they suffered many losses. And it was inconvenient to be stationed in Africa.

By mid-March, Rommel captured Libya and reached El Aman. Here the British had a powerful defensive rampart. And Montgomery commanded very effectively, especially when he received reinforcements. But the Germans are not so forgiving. Having brought in additional ammunition and fuel at the end of April, the Germans undertook a roundabout maneuver through the desert and reached the upper reaches of the Nile, bypassing the British defenses. In May, Alexandria fell and the Germans reached the Suez Canal. Türkiye carried out an invasion of Syria and Palestine.

June marked a turning point in the battle for the Middle East. It included more than seventy German divisions and twenty Turkish ones. The British and Americans were defeated. And in July, Saudi Arabia came under the control of the Third Reich, and fascist troops entered Iran, where they moved encountering only focal resistance from British troops. In August, the Germans, having almost marched more than a thousand kilometers, entered India. In September, almost all of India was occupied. The local population greeted the Wehrmacht as liberators. And Japan finally found a land border with its very strong ally.

October 1 has arrived. The year of the declared truce with the USSR. The Germans united with the Japanese, seized lands from Morocco to Burma, including India, reached the equator, taking over most of Africa. Thus, the Third Reich expanded, but on the other hand, dispersed its troops across the continents.

During this time, Stalin trained and formed about three hundred divisions, including tank divisions. And the total number of the Soviet army was brought to eleven million, of which eight could be used on the Soviet German front. But the Wehrmacht also strengthened, although it sharply sought foreign divisions in its composition. In addition, the power of jet aircraft has increased. The ME-262 was already produced in the thousands, thirty to forty vehicles per day, and was undoubtedly the best fighter of the Second World War. Its two engines accelerated to a speed of 900 kilometers per hour, and four 30-mm cannons and plus rockets made the car a very serious opponent for any aircraft.

"Panther"-2 showed itself to have no equal tank in terms of its overall characteristics, significantly superior in armament and armor to the "Sherman" M 4 and T-34-85. True, with a weight of 47 tons, but the 900 horsepower engine more than compensated for this. Moreover, the Panther-2 was superior to the IS-2 in armor-piercing and frontal armor, not to mention its driving performance.

This of course worried Stalin. But the Third Reich is still in its formation stage.

New foreign and colonial divisions are being created. The development of E-series tanks is approaching, with even more powerful engines, thicker armor and stronger weapons. And they create new aircraft models. The Nazis already have the Arado jet bomber in serial production, and the HE-162 appeared. And the Wehrmacht's advantage will increase.

Therefore, Stalin had something to think about: whether to accept or not accept Hitler"s offer to extend the truce for another year. On the one hand, I didn"t want to throw my people into the abyss of war again. On the other hand, it is clear that it will be even worse - time is working against the USSR.

Stalin nevertheless extended the truce. He decided that the wise do not enter into fights.

But then the Fuhrer unexpectedly landed in Britain in December 1944. Nobody expected the Nazis to show up in winter. And the British were able to be taken by surprise. Surprise, good organization, very effective small self-propelled guns E-10, all this played into the hands of the Krauts.

And literally within a week, Britain was captured! This is generally a colossal achievement of the Wehrmacht!

London has fallen! And the Fuhrer imagines himself invincible! Iceland was captured already in March.

After which the fascists suggested to America - they say, what do you want: continue to fight or will you still divide the spheres of influence? After Roosevelt's death, a pragmatic approach prevailed in the United States - the Germans were offered peace. The Fuhrer, however, put forward a number of harsh conditions - including the payment of reparations and compensation for the bombing of German cities.

The Americans hesitated a little, but after another brutal defeat at sea, they resigned themselves. And they accepted Hitler"s conditions.

The Fuhrer took a short break in the war... Digesting what he had won and strengthening his positions in Europe, Africa and Asia.

But on May 1, 1947, the Nazis, having amassed strength and relied on the main tank E-75 - the most massive in the Wehrmacht - invaded the USSR.

More precisely, they continued the offensive there. And they deployed a lot of new tanks.

The E-75 became the main one, since Hitler was very fond of big cars. Although the mastodon turned out to be not entirely successful: the whole thing was more than ninety tons, with an engine of only 900 horsepower - that is, the tank was not very fast and often broke down. The powerful 128 mm cannon had a smaller supply of shells and a slower rate of fire than the 88 mm.

The turret had good protection - a 252 mm forehead, 160 mm sloped sides, but the hull was worse - a 160 mm forehead, albeit at an angle of 45 degrees, only a 120 mm side, and quite high.

In general, the E-75 was a fairly grown-up "Royal Tiger", with certain problems because of this. In fairness, it should be noted that the engine and transmission were located together, which compacted the layout of the tank. In addition, it was possible to strengthen the protection of the hull with shields in the field.

So the E-75 was well protected, powerfully armed, but too heavy, not very mobile, and often broke down.

The E-50 was, of course, smaller, lighter, with a shaped engine, and reached speeds of over sixty kilometers per hour. And he had a cannon of 88 mm and a 100 EL barrel length. Moreover, she fired 12 shots per minute. The frontal armor of the E-50 hull is almost the same as that of the E-75, the protection of the sides and turret is worse. But in practice, the E-50, in any case, with its mobility, lighter weight and greater reliability, is more effective than the E-75.

But Hitler ordered a heavier, more mass-produced car. In general, the Fuhrer banned the production of tanks lighter than fifty tons. To protect Aryan blood. Only small numbers of E-10s and E-5s were produced for reconnaissance purposes.

There was also the E-100 tank. And several of its modifications, including one with a bomb launcher.

The Fuhrer actually loved everything big. The TA-400 in its jet modification became the most popular bomber. Yes, this is terrible power.

The Yu-488 barely entered service, was declared obsolete, and was replaced by a jet counterpart. The Germans had tailless bombers B-2 and B-18. They are also very effective vehicles, capable of bombing the United States from Europe.

And why wasn"t it in the air? Disc planes even appeared, which, due to the flowing laminar flow, are invulnerable to small arms.

In short, the forces are unequal. And Hitler expects to easily finish off the USSR.

But that was not the case. True, in the Caucasus, the Nazis advanced together with the Turks. They captured Baku, Yerevan, and all the oil wells. And Japan advanced from the east, capturing Primorye and besieging Vladivostok.

But four girls: Natasha, Zoya, Augustina and Svetlana challenged the Nazis and, when the big offensive against Moscow began, they entered the battle.

Natasha fired a burst and threw a lethal grenade with her bare foot. She scattered the fascists and tweeted:

- Glory to Soviet Russia!

Zoya also took and mowed down the line of Krauts. And with her bare toes she threw the gifts of death. Killed a lot of fascists.

And she sang:

- Here's to new successes!

Next Augustine in motion. Crushed the enemies. She scattered them with powerful blows of her fists in different directions. And with his bare foot he will also launch the gift of destruction.

And he will sing:

- We will smash the onslaught of the evil horde!

And here comes Svetlana"s attack. She cut down a lot of Nazis. And after that, her bare toes again launched a killer present.

And the warrior hissed:

- I am a super champion!

The four warriors really worked for an entire division. But one division, or even four, is not enough against the entire Wehrmacht. Especially with stronger and more advanced weapons.

So by the end of August the Nazis nevertheless surrounded Moscow. And this is very sad. And by the end of December 1947, the capital of the USSR fell. And the next stage of the war ended.

After which it was no longer the same as before... During 1948, Hitler's troops, together with the Japanese, completely captured the entire territory of the USSR. And it got even worse...

The Nazis fought a war with the partisans for some time and caught Stalin, who stubbornly did not want to make peace. After the leader of the USSR was destroyed in April 1951, the partisan war began to decline.

The Germans formed their own puppet Russian government, and fought the partisans with local forces. And they managed to succeed... The United States remained overseas for now and acquired nuclear weapons.

Hitler waited too long to attack America. And the United States was able to establish mass production of atomic and then hydrogen bombs. And then they created, although later than the Germans, ballistic missiles.

Neither side decided to go to war. There was a division of spheres of influence. Both the USA and Germany, and Japan captured a lot and therefore were still digesting their possessions.

Hitler died on April 20, 1957, his sixty-eighth birthday. After him, power was inherited by the regent Schellenberg, who replaced the eliminated Himmler. And Goering died from drug abuse.

Schellenberg carried out partial liberalization in the occupied territories. And he introduced more self-government in the colonies. Censorship has also become softer. Others besides the Nazi party appeared.

Schellenberg began to soften the racist theory. Gradually developing on the rails of capitalism and at the same time according to plan, the economy of the Third Reich increased the standard of living.

The partisan forces were falling. People were getting used to discipline and a new order. In 1961, the first flight to the Moon took place. And in 1976 to Mars.

Somehow the problems of hunger were solved and the birth rate was regulated.

After Schellenberg, Kleiman ruled. He also continued liberalization.

The Third Reich became a multi-party democratic empire. But it was impossible to separate from him.

Japan also experienced democratization. And America has long been a democracy.

In the Third Reich, after Kleiman, a new president was elected. And it became Natasha Rostova. Which is really cool!

And the era of democratization and equality has come.

The warrior even began to sing;

Our people will not endure suffering,

Let the guns - the hellish voice of war - thunder!

We will stand: with hopeful exclamations,

Shoulder to shoulder: united, old and young!

Raising the bayonets with calloused hands,

The stern look of the fighters - just guys!

The earth has become all gray from grief,

The girls timidly tug at their braids!

We are the children of the glorious Soviet people,

We cannot be broken, neither by steel nor by fire!

We fight with all our might for freedom!

There is a flock of fascism - I believe we will smash it!

Even if they weren"t commissioned, it"s bitter with frustration,

But the pioneer got ready for battle himself!

The tie is blazing - all eyes are revealed in it,

In the glorious Bolshevik footsteps!

The crowd of soldiers fled into the attack with fury,

The fascists are silent, the guns are roaring!

The red ones were crushed by the power of metal,

The broken flag with the swastika has fallen!

We knew exactly where our batteries were,

And why? Daring boy

Even though the clods of snow hurt and tormented me with evil,

When barefoot in the night, he walked with his bag!

When you're small, it's easier, simpler to scout,

You can stick your nose into any crack!

You took the oath in the cold, in the grove,

But someone was laughing: the guy wasn"t old enough!

The girls, too, did not know cowardice,

They fought no worse than brave boys!

On vacation, we danced in pairs,

They chatted sparingly - it"s a pity to waste words!

Cruel Hitler - Satan's servant,

The bastard killed countless people!

But the liberator will crush the horde,

After all, there is no limit to the strength of the councils!

The Communist Party loved and raised,

We are brave pioneers for this!

So that they do not tolerate the Fritz master,

So that you don"t put a yoke on yourself!

We were taught to sacredly believe in dreams,

And spare no effort for the country!

What we endured simply cannot be measured,

Sons of our dear Soviet army!

None of us referred to age,

Feel sorry for yourself - don't respect others!

Dying is scary, but I wasn't afraid,

Invincible Rus' - an army of advice!

And a happy world will come on Earth,

There will be no pain, tears, sorrows, need!

There is a banner over the entire planet of communism,

Those who have fallen will be resurrected in the kingdom of beauty!

TEAR THE FURER TO PIECES

The Fuhrer deviated a little from the real story by ordering Rommel, after the surrender of the Tolbuk garrison, to attack the British without pause. Thus, preventing them from settling on the defensive and occupying pre-prepared lines.

Continuing the offensive, Rommel was able, despite significantly less force, to defeat the British, and the colonial troops surrendered almost without a fight.

As a result, the British lost Egypt and control of the Suez Canal. But even this was not the end of the troubles for the anti-Hitler coalition.

The Fuhrer did not turn the Fourth Panzer Army to the south, and in addition entrusted the attack on Stalingrad to the hero of the Crimea, Mainstein. As a result, the Germans were able to capture the city on the Volga almost immediately, and the Soviet troops did not have time to gain a foothold there.

Developing the success of Mainstein's troops, they advanced along the Volga and reached the Caspian Sea. And then Türkiye entered the war, dealing a strong blow with an army of millions. Japan, too, had previously won the Battle of Midway and captured the Hawaiian archipelago.

And so the samurai opened a second front in the Far East. They advanced in large masses of infantry. And they were able to cut off Vladivostok and take Khabarovsk, as well as capture most of Mongolia.

As a result, the USSR did not find the strength for a winter counter-offensive. And the Germans, and the Turks, and other satellites of the Third Reich, captured almost the entire Caucasus and oil in Baku over the winter.

Soviet Russia found itself in a position of strategic pressure. Stalin even agreed to a separate peace with Germany on any terms.

The Fuhrer received intelligence data that work was underway in the United States to create an atomic bomb. And worried about this, he agreed to a separate peace with the USSR. But of course, taking for himself everything that had already been conquered, as well as Leningrad, and all of Karelia, up to Arkhangelsk, inclusive. A large tribute was imposed on Soviet Russia. Japan occupied the coastal region and part of other lands in the Far East.

Stalin, realizing the hopelessness of fighting a war on two fronts, and also fearing the new German tanks - the Panther and the Tiger - accepted the extremely difficult peace conditions, but at least retained Moscow and his personal power.

And the Krauts continued their offensive in Africa and moved towards India. Initially, they planned to take all the colonies from Britain and then capture the mother country.

The British were unable to stay in Africa. The Nazis occupied, with extremely weak resistance, the entire black continent, as well as India, uniting with the Japanese.

The landing in Britain took place in June 1944, by which time the Germans had developed jet aircraft and, due to their qualitative superiority, had completely seized supremacy at sea and in the air.

America, too, was still losing to the Japanese, as they beat the Yankee fleet piece by piece. And this made it possible to compensate for the lower economic potential.

Metropolitan Britain was quickly defeated. And after this, a new pro-German king was installed there, and a government led by Mosley. Most of the ships of the English fleet came under the Third Reich. In August, the Germans captured Ireland, and in September Operation Icarus took place, with the capture of Iceland.

Thus, the Third Reich protected itself from US bombing.

But this was not enough for the Fuhrer, and the Krauts began to attack America.

Some troops were transferred to Argentina and Brazil. And some moved through Greenland and Canada.

Of course, along with the Japanese, the Germans also captured Australia.

In 1945, the Nazis were able to capture significant territories in the Western Hemisphere. America was faced with the new German E-series tanks, which were significantly superior to the Shermans and even the Pershings. Hitler's E-75 turned out to be practically impenetrable from any angle by American guns, and quickly became the main German tank. In March 1946, the United States surrendered.

And there was a temporary military pause. Stalin sat quietly for now and did not rock the boat.

Hitler rested for five years and digested his possessions. And then he finally went and attacked Japan on April 20, 1951. She had too many possessions.

The war lasted eight months and ended with the capture of Japan and all its colonies.

After which the Fuhrer carried out several more operations in Latin America and captured Spain and Portugal, and other neutral countries.

Türkiye was also conquered.

It turned out that an almost worldwide empire, the Third Reich, was created. But there was still a stripped-down USSR.

Stalin died in March 1953, and then Beria was shot. Nikita Khrushchev seized power. Who organized the 20th Congress with the exposure of the personality cult of Stalin, who also shamefully lost the war.

And Hitler made a decision:

- Capture the last independent power in the world.

And so on May 1, 1956, the great offensive of the huge, worldwide army of the Third Reich against the USSR began. Again there is war and a lot of blood.

Hitler had recently turned sixty-seven years old, but the cannibal did not want to calm down.

The border passed very close to Moscow - the shortest distance was only two hundred and twenty kilometers. Rzhev was already a German city. So the Krauts hoped that even before the summer they would take the capital of the USSR and finally complete the consolidation of the empire on a planetary scale.

But four girls, led by Natasha, stood in their way.

Beautiful, barefoot girls in bikinis defended the Soviet city of Kalinin and on May 4, 1956, German troops broke through to it and began the assault.

In front were German pyramidal tanks of the AG series. They were powerful and completely invulnerable to Soviet guns when fired from all angles.

But the fascists were unlucky in this case: they were opposed by four girls - very strong witches. And these warriors knew how to fight the enemy.

Natasha threw a grenade with her bare foot. It fell into the caterpillar of a German pyramidal tank. As a result, the car jerked to the left and rammed its neighbor.

And both tanks exploded at once.

And Natasha tweeted:

- This is my strategy!

Zoya, her partner, also launched a grenade with her bare toes. And she hit the caterpillars of Hitler"s pyramidal mastodon. He turned around in defeat and rammed his neighbor. And again two tanks explode.

Zoya squeals:

- Glory to the USSR!

Next, Augustine leads the fire. She also threw her bare foot, something very lethal. And she hit a German car on its tracks. And as a result, Hitler"s tanks collided again.

And the red-haired devil sang:

- We will not be slaves,

Let's throw it barefoot!

And then Svetlana fired at the enemy. And so accurate and precise. And also with the help of bare toes. And the fascist cars collided. And how they will explode.

And Svetlana will sing:

- Glory to my Fatherland!

Girls, fight bravely!

Natasha again throws a grenade with her bare foot and collides two German tanks, exclaiming:

- Glory to Stalin!

Zoya also throws something killer with her bare toes and exclaims at the top of her lungs:

- For Holy Rus'!

Augustine touched the grenade with her bare heel, pushed the mastodons of the Nazis and squeaked:

- To new frontiers!

Svetlana, in a wild frenzy, threw the gift of death with her bare toes and hissed:

- For a great victory!

The girls fought with pyramidal machines, which was really cool. But what can be done against such large forces? And so the Nazis completely surrounded Kalinin and the warriors had to break out of the encirclement.

During May, the Germans captured Saratov, Kuibyshev, Tula, Penza, and completely surrounded Moscow, besieging the city from all sides.

And then in June the capital was stormed.

The brave four fight again, and fight desperately.

Natasha fired a burst, threw a grenade with her bare foot and sang:

- Glory to our world!

Zoya also fired a burst, and again launched a grenade with her bare foot and squealed at the top of her lungs:

- The new Stalin is my idol!

Then Augustine fires, and also shoots actively. And he throws a grenade with his bare toes and roars:

- There will be new victories! New fighters will rise up!

Next Svetlana shoots and mows down the opponents. And with his bare foot he throws the lethal stuff at his opponents, howling:

- There will be our victory in the holy war!

The four fought desperately in Moscow. But the forces are unequal. The city was literally overwhelmed by hordes, various kinds of black, yellow, brown fighters of which were used like cannon fodder.

And then on July 3, Moscow finally fell... By this time, the Germans had taken Kazan, Ulyanovsk, the city of Gorki, and Ryazan, and indeed the land up to the Uralsk River, and had already stormed Orenburg.

Large forces were also advancing from the east. On July 4, 1956, Nikita Khrushchev offered surrender to the Third Reich in exchange for guarantees of the safety of himself and other members of the Politburo.

Hitler agreed to this... The war ended after lasting just over two months. And the balance of power was hopeless from the very beginning.

However, the four girls did not accept defeat. Since the USSR has already been completely captured, how about killing Hitler?

And on August 9, 1956, a familiar four girls, together with the boy Oleg Rybachenko, decided to attack Hitler"s bunker, destroying the most important criminal of all time.

And so four girls and a boy who looked about twelve years old, very muscular, wearing only shorts, moved to the residence of Hitler, who had chosen it in Cyprus.

The girl was barefoot and in a bikini, the boy was in shorts, and also barefoot. So all five were charged with magic.

A child and four girls are on the attack.

Oleg Rybachenko threw the pulsar with his bare, childish foot, scattered the fascists and squeaked:

- For the greatness of Russia!

Natasha released lightning from her navel, burning the Krauts, and launched a fireball with her bare toes, burning the Nazis and singing:

- For a new Rus'!

Zoya is also on the attack. Throws a killer present with her bare toes. And he exposes his chest, spewing lightning from it!

Then she sang:

- May Rus' be famous!

Augustine also bared her breasts. She threw the pulsar off her scarlet nipple. And with her bare toes she spewed lightning.

And she sang:

- The first falcon is Lenin, the second falcon is Stalin!

And now Svetlana is on the attack. Like a pulsar will throw out with bare toes... It will smash the fascists. And then a lightning bolt from the scarlet nipple. And he will mow down a lot of the Nazis.

And he will sing:

- For the Motherland and Stalin!

Oleg Rybachenko is on the attack again. He chops down fascists with magic swords and releases lightning bolts with his bare toes.

And the boy shouts:

- The greatness of the country!

Natasha, crushing the Nazis with swords and throwing hellish pulsars with her bare feet, squeals:

- We are the children of Satan!

And a killer bubble flew off the girl"s bare heel. And melted everyone.

Zoya is also on the attack. Destroys everyone with swords. And it showers the Krauts with fiery lightning from the scarlet nipples. And with his bare toes he throws hellish pulsars.

At the same time he roars:

- For the faithful Fatherland!

Augustina is also on the attack. And her ruby nipples work, spewing cascades of lightning. And their hands cut down opponents with swords. And bare toes throw pulsars.

The fiery beauty shouts:

- For the Black God!

And then Svetlana comes on the offensive. Also a Terminator girl. Lightning and pulsars flew out of the strawberry nipples. They burned everything around the girls. The Nazis and the knights of the Third Reich suffered especially.

And the girl will take it and yell:

- For Great Rus' itself! I'm fighting!

A boy and four girls are on the offensive.

They move along the corridors of the bunker. They exterminate their own fascists. They're going after Hitler. In fact, this morel managed to live in this world for sixty-seven years. And so the five terminators decided: enough is enough for Hitler and they will kill him! So the girls and the boy are moving.

Oleg cuts down the fascists with swords, and throws energy clots with his bare feet, and sings:

- Glory to great Rus'!

Natasha, using the scarlet nipples of her breasts, as well as chopping the Nazis with swords and throwing pulsars with her bare toes, shouts:

- For White Rus'!

Zoya is on the wild offensive. He also chops with swords and throws lightning bolts at the fascists with scarlet nipples. And roars to himself:

- White God grant victory!

And with bare feet, it will launch like a pulsar.

And here Augustine is on the offensive. So furious and fast. Lightning also rains down from the scarlet nipples, as if from a cornucopia. And he destroys fascists with swords. And with your bare toes something burning will come out.

After which the redhead will sing:

- The Black God will give victory!

And in the offensive against the Nazis, Svetlana. He also chops them with swords. She shoots lightning from her ruby nipples and launches devastating pulsars with her bare feet.

And screams at the top of his lungs:

- Glory to Svarog!

The Five are on a rampage, overturning tanks, destroying Nazi bunkers, and so on. Destroys opponents like locusts.

Oleg is on the offensive. The boy slashes like swords. And he sweeps the children's feet with his bare fingers. And he will put down the fascists without any problems.

And then he will sing:

- Yes, Great Rus'! I'm with you!

Natasha is also on the offensive. He destroys the fascists. Throws pulsars with bare feet. Scarlet nipples, lightning spews out in cascades.

And sings to himself:

- Greatness of Russia, Svarog is my messiah!

Zoya is on the wild offensive. It also rains lightning. And her ruby nipples twitch like surf buoys from the flow of energy.

And bare toes click fiery clots of pulsars.

Zoya shouts:

- Glory to cosmic Russia!

And like a bare heel he will take it and give in on a grand scale, destruction.

And here Augustine is in battle. He also throws destructive and lethal things at the enemy with his bare toes. And her crimson nipples, like a machine gun, unleash streams of frantic energy and destruction on the enemy. This redhead threshes like the Nazis. You will literally fall in love with it.

And how it hurts with a bare heel!

And it will roar:

- For the strength and wisdom of the Black Russian God1

And then Svetlana is on the attack. He also destroys fascists with swords. And with scarlet nipples he spews out gifts of death. And how he takes it and sings:

- Glory to our great Rus'.

And with his bare heel he will hit the enemy with a pulsar. And he will take and slash with swords...

Yes, the five are very famously mowing down Hitler"s guards. These are really the girls you need.

And the boy with him, Oleg Rybachenko, is so cool! And he exterminates fascists very famously.

This is the Terminator kid.

Like chopping with swords. And he will take a spin and cut off the Nazis with swords. And the pulsar throws its bare feet.

And it will roar:

- For the greatness of Europe!

And here Natasha is on the offensive. So furious. And it will also release pulsars from its scarlet nipples. And he destroys the fascists. And with bare feet he throws such murderous pulsars.

And roars to himself at the top of his lungs:

- Glory to the Russian Gods!

Zoya herself is on the offensive. And killed all the Nazis with swords. And cut their skin into a drum. Or more precisely in a sieve. And he will give in to the Nazis with his bare heel. And from the scarlet nipples, it will charge you with streams of energy. Well, it really hurts the Nazis too.

And Zoya shouts to herself:

- For Holy Rus'!

And then Augustine became even more active. She also launched pulsars with her bare toes. And from the scarlet nipples it"s like lightning. And as if from a bare heel, a pulsar, a burning lightning, will descend.

And he will shout:

- The grace of the Black God is with us!

And the red-haired devil will take it and slap the enemy.

And here Svetlana is on the attack. A girl who is just a flower of bright colors.

It confidently burns fascists. And from the ruby nipples it sends such machine-gun bursts. That everyone can set the universe on fire. And they took it and set fire to all the Nazis.

Yes, it will be difficult for Hitler, since such power is against him.

But Svetlana yelled:

- And the love of the White God is with us!

Five moves to itself. Destroys fascists without any pity. And shows hellish destruction. Whoever dares to stand in the way of such girls will die.

Oleg is on the offensive. The boy comes closer and closer to Hitler's office. How he wildly smashes it with swords. And the child"s bare feet send out pulsars.

Yes, the fascists were unlucky, I got involved with such dashing girls and boys.

Now Natasha will release such a fiery haze from her scarlet nipples. And he burns so many fascists. This girl is a genuine terminator.

But how to launch a lethal weapon at your opponent with your bare toes. And he'll fuck you specifically.

After which Natasha squeaks:

- Glory to the USSR!

Zoya is also on the offensive. It will give a fiery stream from the strawberry nipples. And beats his opponents. And he gives queue after queue. And with scarlet nipples he will take and shoot at the enemy.

And with his bare toes he will hit the enemy.

Then he will sing:

- Glory to our Earth!

Next in Augustine's attack. Also on a wild offensive. Kills his opponents. And with scarlet nipples he throws very burning discs at his enemies. They literally burn the Nazis into ashes.

And the warrior roars:

- For a big victory!

But Svetlana is on the attack. So furious and aggressive. She covers the Krauts with her bare feet. And from the strawberry nipples, as soon as it releases, something pretty deadly.

And he will take the fascists and burn them to pieces.

The girl took it and roared:

- For the strong, Russian gods!

The five took it and broke through to the Fuhrer's office. Hitler has aged. Gray hair appeared, and bald spots appeared on the forehead. A short man. He fell to his knees in front of the girls and the boy.

Natasha thrust her bare, bloody foot at him and shouted:

- Kiss the dog!

Hitler kissed him in fear...

Zoya also forced the Fuhrer to kiss her bare heel. Hitler was subdued.

Then he kissed Augustine's bare, rough sole. She cooed contentedly.

Svetlana also had to kiss her bare foot. The Fuhrer's girls then took him by the arms and legs. And when they pulled it, they tore it into four parts.

And Hitler died from painful shock on August 9, 1956.

The reign of the greatest criminal of all times, who took over the whole world, has ended.

The successor of the great and bloody dictator was Schellenberg, who replaced Himmler. And the most capable of Hitler"s sons, obtained through artificial insemination, was declared the formal heir.

But... A struggle for power began, Schellenberg was overthrown by Mainstein and a bloody showdown ensued.

HELL TERMINATOR CLIP

One of the German experts in the spring of forty-two discovered that the Germans use a stainless steel paper clip on counterfeit documents, while the Russians use only simple iron. And then he reported this to the high command.

After which this nuance was taken into account, and German agents began to fail much less often.

And as a result, the Fritz revealed plans for an offensive on the flanks near Stalingrad. And the troops regrouped. When the offensive began on November 19, the Red Army faced very strong defenses. Moreover, on the day of the offensive the weather turned out to be unflyable, and this disabled the aircraft and reduced the effect of the artillery barrage.

The Germans could then hold out, but the fighting lasted more than a month without much success for the Red Army.

In Africa, too, things went a little differently. Rommel received more reinforcements from Europe, and was able to carry out a magnificent offensive against the Americans. More than one hundred and fifty thousand undertrained and inexperienced American soldiers were captured. And Rommel"s troops also captured Algeria and Morocco.

After which the United States requested a truce with the Wehrmacht. Taking advantage of America's withdrawal from the war, the Germans further strengthened Rommel and defeated Britain in Libya and Egypt. At the same time, during the winter, the Germans repulsed both the offensive of the Red Army near Leningrad and a new attempt to attack near Stalingrad, and in the Rzhev-Sychov direction. Spring passed relatively calmly. Having failed to achieve success for the USSR in the winter, it accumulated strength. And the Germans were advancing in Africa and the Middle East. Captured after the fall of Egypt, Iraq and Kuwait. Part of Syria was occupied by Türkiye. Which entered the war with Britain.

In the summer there was also a lull on the eastern front. The Nazis advanced in Sudan, and advanced into Iran and the Middle East. Only in August did Stalin"s troops try to advance at Stalingrad. But again they got stuck in the tough German defense.

The Panther, which had an armor-piercing, accurate and rapid-fire cannon, performed especially well in defensive battles.

The Germans spent the entire forty-third year in the east on the defensive. In the meantime, they captured Africa and after Iran entered India, uniting with the Japanese.

In winter, the Red Army almost did not advance. Stalin probed the possibilities of peace. And the Germans digested the English colonies. Churchill fell ill, and feeling insecure, he decided to conclude a truce with the Germans after the loss of the colonies. This gave the fascists a free hand in the east.

And in May 1944, the Wehrmacht began its offensive in the direction of the Caspian Sea.

"Panthers"-2 and "Tigers"-2 took part in the battles. These machines showed their power, but the main thing was jet aviation, which had no equal. In particular ME-262 and XE-162.

And many Arabs, Africans, and Indians were recruited into the infantry. They climbed forward like cannon fodder.

Well, let's go to battle!

The enemy, throwing corpses, broke through to the Caspian Sea, and denied the Caucasus by land. And the Turks and Rommel"s troops also struck from the south.

A complete mess...

The Wehrmacht launched more than three hundred divisions, mostly foreigners, on the offensive. And he achieved significant success.

Although the Red Army fought heroically.

Especially the four girls, Natasha, Zoya, Augustina, and Svetlana.

They especially dashingly threw gifts of death at the enemy with their bare feet.

But even the brave four and beautiful witches turned out to be, in general, powerless.

The Caucasus was completely captured during the summer. During the fall, the Fritz also captured Saratov and Kuibyshev, advancing from the south. And also Uralsk, Guryev and approached Orenburg.

In winter they stopped. There was a temporary lull. Only in Orenburg itself there were battles. And this city again became legendary. They remembered the era of Emelyan Pugachev in it.

The Fuhrer tried for some time to negotiate a final peace with the USA and Britain. Then they continued the war with Japan. Although without success. The samurai at sea won several victories.

In the spring of 1945, on April 20, Operation Kremlin began, with an attack on Moscow.

The fighting unfolded very fiercely. The Germans were drawn into bloody battles. Soviet troops fought heroically. However, after three months of stubborn battles, using jet aircraft and the latest "E" series tanks, the Germans surrounded Moscow. In other directions, they managed to take Tambov, Penza, Ulyanovsk, and achieve advances towards Ufa.

In August, Ryazan fell, and the gap with Moscow widened even more.

Stalin offered peace on any terms. The Fuhrer ignored this. But Moscow held out until December, when it was finally taken.

The Fritz also captured Gorky and Kazan by the end of the year.

After the winter break in May 1946, the Krauts moved to the Urals. The fighting was no longer so intense. Many generals betrayed and surrendered without a fight. And Stalin himself suffered a stroke and was not so combat-ready.

After the capture of Sverdlovsk, the USSR government moved to Novosibirsk.

But the Wehrmacht army followed on their heels.

Within a year, cities were captured. After taking Novosibirsk by storm, Stalin agreed to surrender in exchange for personal safety.

And soon Japan and the United States concluded a peace agreement. Britain and America eventually recognized all the Wehrmacht's gains.

Hitler, having captured a lot of territory, created his own colonial empire, together with the Japanese.

But he didn"t have long to reign. On April 20, 1957, the witch girls decided to carry out an operation against the Fuhrer. The residence of the now middle-aged dictator was attacked by four witches.

Warriors in bikinis holding magic swords in their hands and throwing lightning and pulsars with their bare feet.

Natasha ran a mill, cutting through the fascists and threw a ball of energy with the toes of her bare foot, shouting:

- Glory to the Fatherland!

Zoya slashed with her magic swords. She ripped open the Nazis" bellies and tweeted:

- To new frontiers!

And with his bare toes he will release a pulsar.

Then Augustine attacks. He also runs the mill with magic swords. Then he throws something lethal with his bare feet.

After which the red harpy says:

- For the Black God!

Next in the attack is Svetlana. He also cuts like swords and releases lightning with his bare toes, cutting through the fascists.

Then Natasha advances, slashing at Hitler's bodyguards and shouting:

- And I"ll chop up all the fascists with a cue!

And with bare feet, like a girl, a pulsar, and it throws.

And here comes Zoya on the attack. How to spin the swords and cut the meat. And with his bare toes he will release lightning.

Then he will yell:

- I am a super girl!

Next in Augustine's attack. He also spins... And dropped a couple of lightning bolts from his chest. And the pulsar will throw its bare feet and scream:

- I'm a super warrior!

And her red hair flutters like a proletarian banner.

And here Svetlana is on the attack.

Her swords are spinning, and her bare feet are scattering clots of energy, and lightning is flying out of her navel.

The girl will sing:

- We will chop the dragon and destroy the Fuhrer!

Natasha also waves her swords on the offensive and cuts down the fascists. And her bare feet throw deadly missiles.

And the coffin is driven in by Hitler"s guards.

And the girl sings to herself:

- I am an annihilator fighter,

And the great terminator...

Disintegrated an atom at once,

And head against the wall!

Zoya, on the offensive, took it and threw it with her bare toes, something that blew the roof away.

And how he sings:

- Glory to the cosmic distances!

And again her swords cut the enemies into small fragments and pieces of torn meat.

And here in Augustine's movement. How she threshes the fascists. And pieces of bloody meat fly in all directions.

And the girl with her bare foot will also give in to the pulsar and bark:

- I am a great beauty! Which everyone likes!

And here Svetlana is in motion. It will also release lightning from the navel. And the pulsar will throw down the fascists with its bare foot. And her swords are, well, just executioners.

Then the girl chirps:

- Glory to the Fatherland!

Natasha is in a wild frenzy. Attacks the Krauts. He shreds them and throws fiery bubbles with his bare heels.

And sings to himself:

- Glory to our home!

And she also dropped a bundle of energy from her navel.

Zoya runs the mill with swords. Cuts down a bunch of fascists. And then he throws it at the enemy like bare toes. And scatters the adversaries in all directions.

Then he will sing:

- Glory to the Russian tsars!

Here's Augustine in a hard attack. Chops opponents. And then her bare foot will throw lightning... And a pulsar will fly out of her bare navel. And scatter Hitler's bodyguards.

After which the red-haired girl sang:

- You can"t expect mercy from me!

Svetlana is also on the offensive... She chops down her opponents and destroys them. Throws lightning bolts from the navel. And your bare toes sparkle with whole cascades of energy flows.

And he will sing to himself:

- Great glory to me,

I'm cooler than a monkey!

Natasha is also on the offensive... Like she"s slashing with swords. And with bare feet he will launch a murderous thing. And here comes a bolt of lightning from the navel.

After which the girl growls:

- For the glory of the Fatherland!

Zoya moves next. It also destroys enemies. Spews lightning from behind his mouth. Throws clots of energy from the navel. And roars to himself:

- I am a throwing champion!

And he spins his bare feet.

Next Augustine on the offensive. He hits the fascists with swords and chops them into small lettuce. And he throws his bare feet like a pulsar. And even two lightning bolts from the navel... And a dozen fascists were fried on the spot!

The warrior will sing:

- In the name of Mother Dear!

And again with bare feet it"s like being hit by a pulsar!

And then Svetlana comes on the offensive. This is the kind of girl that couldn"t be cooler. This warrior will take it and throw lightning bolts with her bare feet. And bubbles of annihilation will fly out of the navel. And this is how the warrior yells:

- It dawned on me that the woodpecker has a chisel!

Natasha is on the move. It spun around and a whole dozen fascists were cut down. And the girl released the product of annihilation with her bare toes. From the navel there was a cascade of lightning, and she sang:

- My eternal, the biggest king in the world!

And a pulsar flew from the girl"s bare heel.

Zoya continued moving. She took the swords and slashed. She crushed her enemies and winked with her sapphire eyes. And from the navel a pillar of energy. And with bare feet the pulsars of extermination.

And how will he sing:

- I will be a champion!

And then in Augustine"s movement... Her swords are like mill blades. He chops himself without hesitation. And from the navel, sharp arrows made of magical fire fly. And the girl"s bare feet give such gifts of annihilation.

And the redhead herself roars:

- Big championship!

Svetlana is also not a gift. She took it and with her bare feet threw the fragments of the broken glass. And two dozen fascists fell dead. And how it will fire a whole line from the navel. And he will mow down all the fascists without any problems.

And with a wink he remarks:

- I am a big dream!

Natasha will turn the triple mill with magic swords. He will take it and throw presents with his bare fingers. And with his bare heel the fiery one will give in a few bubbles...

And from the navel there is a whole cascade of lightning.

Then he will sing:

- Laser sword,

He wants to cut his enemies!

Zoya is on the wild offensive. And her swords are really diamond drills. And they crush the Krauts like a hundred-pound shell. But when they took the girl"s bare feet and threw something bloody.

And then it took over and exploded.

Zoya roared:

- We are new champions!

And here is Augustine in motion. How she cuts down her enemies. And the swings of her swords cut everyone.

And with bare feet, various gifts of death fly out.

And Augustine sang:

- My holy lightning!

And fire comes out of her mouth!

And here Svetlana is on the move. It"s also like she released a gift of murderous power from her navel.

Then the girl sang:

- I am an absolute champion!

And she took her bare feet and sent a pulsar. And the fire of hell flew out of her throat. And now the bare heel gave way to bubbles.

And from the navel comes deadly and murderous lightning.

Natasha also used swords. She chopped up a lot of fascists. And how it will release from the navel like lightning. And he will smear the Fuhrer's bodyguards into small pieces.

After that he will sing:

- For the Fatherland and Freedom to the end!

And something absolutely murderous will descend from your bare toes.

Zoya, attacking the enemies, baring her teeth, roared:

- Wild crew! Smash the enemy!

And he will also throw this away with his bare feet. And such murderous bursts came from the navel.

The girl blurted out:

- Great shame!

And then Augustine also moved. She also sparkled with emerald eyes. And a bunch of lightning bolts fell out of her navel. And she launched her bare toes at the enemy.

And she struck with her swords, shouting:

- I am taller than all the world champions!

And then Svetlana attacks. So he thrashes and cuts everyone. And she is such a cool and playful girl. There"s also literally a machine gun burst coming from the navel. And he knocks down a lot of fascists. And bare feet spew out such clots of energy in streams.

The warrior sang:

- The goal is close!

And gathered strength to throw!

Well, finally, the four burst into Hitler"s office. Killed all his guards. And the number one fascist himself was pulled out from under the bed.

Hitler gurgled:

- I will give Poland!

Natasha sarcastically asked:

- Or maybe the Caucasus?

The Fuhrer roared:

- Yes, at least two Caucasus, just don"t kill!

The girls answered in unison:

- Kiss our feet!

Hitler, groaning, having just turned sixty-eight years old, crawled on his knees and kissed the girls" bare, round heels. They smiled and chuckled.

The Fuhrer kissed each girl's dusty and bloody sole three times.

After which Natasha took Hitler"s right hand with her bare toes, Zoya took hold of Hitler"s left hand, also with her bare foot. Augustina and Svetlana grabbed the Fuhrer by the ankles with their bare toes.

After which the girls will pull the greatest criminal of all times and peoples in all directions, and take him, tear him up.

And Hitler"s arms and legs were torn off, and from the shock of pain, the dragon ruler died on the spot.

That revenge found the killer and the greatest executioner in world history.

This is where the fairy tale ends, although on this planet it has become a nightmare reality, and well done to those who listened!

WITCHES AGAINST HITLER

In 1941, Hitler, after capturing the island of Crete, changed his mind about going to the USSR. The fact that Stalin did not attack Germany during the attack on Yugoslavia convinced the Fuhrer that there were no plans to attack him from the east.

In addition, premonitions suggested that there would be no easy victory in the east, and it was better not to go there.

The Fritz strengthened Rommel's group and were able to persuade Turkey to allow troops into the Middle East. The British were completely defeated in Egypt, and driven out of Iraq and the Middle East. Soon Franco agreed to the capture of Gibraltar.

After which the Germans could no longer transfer troops to Africa, and further to the Middle East.

India has fallen. And then, without any problems, the Black Continent was captured in just six months. And the culmination was the attack on Britain and the landing of troops in the metropolis in November 1942.

Within two weeks England had fallen. And the Krauts finally gained a foothold in the eastern hemisphere.

But the war with the United States still continued. And it dragged on because of the remoteness by the ocean and difficulties in transporting troops.

Drawing on the resources of Africa, large parts of Asia and Australia, the Germans are building a large navy. They, together with Japan, are waging submarine warfare.

The forty-third and forty-four years were spent in battles at sea. Iceland and Greenland were captured. And in 1945, already having tanks of the "E" series, the Germans landed in Canada and concentrated their forces in Argentina.

These were their plans. Although the lack of communication made it difficult to attack the United States.

But by September, most of Canada was captured.

Both German and Japanese troops entered the northern regions of the United States.

But then the Fritzes were met by four girls.

Monica, Leah, Gertrude and Angelina.

Four beauties entered the battle. Monica, Leah, Gertrude are blondes, and Angelina is a redhead.

And let the girls destroy the huge army of the Third Reich.

They fire at themselves from machine guns.

Here Monica throws a grenade with her bare foot and sings:

- Glory to my strength! Everyone was mowed down!

Leia gives a turn. He also mows down enemies with a burst of fire, and squeals at the top of his lungs:

- My army is strong!

And with his bare foot he throws the gift of death.

The fiery or red-haired Angelina launches the gift of death with her bare toes and squeaks:

- My victory!

And he also gives a turn!

Then Gertrude kicks the gift of death with her bare foot, and howls deafeningly:

- I'm a champion!

And again he will launch a murderous burst.

Monica shoots at the fascist horde again and sings:

- Glory to my world!

And with his bare toes he throws a murderous gift of death, smashes his opponents.

Leia also fires. She's a very sharp girl. And bare feet are like throwing grenades at the enemy.

And the girl roars:

- I am a hyper warrior of the USA!

Next Angelina shoots. He does it very accurately. And a killer gift flies from her bare toes.

And the beautiful girl roars:

- I will be the absolute world champion!

And how the warrior will show her long tongue!

And then Gertrude tried. And also as the queue gives. And then with his bare toes he will throw the gift of death.

And scatters all opponents into scraps of meat.

So four girls are actively working. The pressure of the enemy army is clearly running out.

Although no, formidable tanks appear, series E. Well, the girls are waiting for them.

Monica throws a grenade with her bare foot and squeaks:

- We will fight in space!

And from her bare heel the gift of death bounced off the E-50 caterpillar. This car was damaged and stopped.

The warrior yells:

- Super!

Next is Leia in battle. Also barefoot, like throwing a gift of death. Crush the enemy. And the tank became tight.

And the warrior roars:

- I'm a girl in a bikini!

Angelina fights next. He also throws a grenade at the E-75 with his bare foot, and the German vampire has a hard time.

And the warrior will squeal:

- I am the one who will show super class!

And Gertrude fights. She is also a warrior who knows no pity or doubt.

The beauty took it and squeaked:

- Big regatta!

And a murderous grenade flew from the bare foot.

Monika shoots again and squeaks:

- Aerobatics and crew!

Her bare limb will also take and a stream of death will hurl. And he will tear apart all enemies.

After which the warrior blathers:

- I'm a super girl!

And Leia is a real heroine in battle. And he will hit his enemies. And with his bare foot he will throw a grenade, and take a mass of enemies and tear them apart. And then he yells:

- I am that girl who is Superman!

And in battle, Angelina, also with her bare foot, throws the gift of death. He will tear the enemy into pieces and sing:

- I'm a hell of a demon!

And he will hit the enemy with a burst of fire.

But Gertrude is in the cue ball. Shoots himself without any ceremony or prejudice. And he will take it, launch the gift of annihilation with his bare toes, and shred his enemies. Is this very combative?

The four girls fought like knights or angels. But there is a limit to everything. And so the warriors retreated...

The autumn and winter of 1945 passed in stubborn battles. The forces were unequal. The Germans' E-series tanks are too much stronger than the Shermans and even the small-numbered Pershings. And jet aviation has no equal at all. And even discos began to appear, completely invulnerable to any small arms.

So the United States is gradually being captured by various kinds of foreign divisions of the Third Reich.

Much of America is overrun during the fall and winter. Plus also uprisings in the southern United States, and the betrayal of generals with German roots. And also the undoubted superiority of the new machine guns, and even the underground tanks of the Wehrmacht.

And in the spring of April 1946, after the horde of the Third Reich surrounded and took Washington and New York, the United States capitulated.

Thus, another page of the war was turned.

But in May 1947, another battle began, this time with Japan.

And the campaign against the USSR was postponed again.

And now four girls from the USA did not give up and are again fighting the enemy.

Summer of 1947 and heat, warriors in bikinis. And they fight themselves.

Monica throws a grenade with her bare foot and squeaks:

- I am a terminator!

And he gives a turn.

Leia also shoots, and does it very accurately. And again her bare feet are throwing something around. And they destroy.

And the girl screams:

- Combat aerobatics!

Next, Angelina fires. Crush opponents. Knocks them out in droves. And her bare toes are again throwing something brutally murderous.

The warrior shouts:

- I am a steel claw!

And Gertrude shoots herself and mows down her enemies. After which he throws the gift of death with his bare foot and mutters:

- Military themes, and mathematics!

And again he will take everyone and mow them down to the point of insanity!

Yes, the four fight. But the forces are unequal. New tanks of the E-50 U series, a more dense layout, less than two meters in height, and 170 side armor, 250 millimeters of forehead, and a weight of sixty-five tons with an engine of 1800 horsepower.

The Japanese cannot resist this. As well as against the ME-462, which, without any ceremony, destroys all enemy aircraft like koloboks.

And on the contrary, there are also flying discs. And they break everything.

In short, in six months, Japan was defeated entirely and all its colonies were captured.

Well, that's what happened. The Fuhrer soon conquered all countries of the world except the USSR.

So far everything has been more or less peaceful. But then Stalin died, and Nikita Khrushchev seized power. And relations with the Third Reich became complicated again.

Not to mention that the USSR was developing nuclear weapons. And the Twentieth Congress also took place, condemning the previous policy.

And on June 22, 1956, the Third Reich, on the orders of the already middle-aged, but very aggressive Hitler, launched an invasion. His horde expected a quick victory, but an unexpected surprise awaited him!

Not only four American girls, but also four Russian beauties and witches went into battle against the Wehrmacht hordes. And there"s a whole group of girls in different branches of the army, and they"re also all witches!

NAPOLEON SON-SON-SON OF ALEXANDER THE FIRST

Napoleon did not go to Russia, and generally married the younger sister of Alexander the First. This led to some changes in history.

Firstly, Tsarist Russia fought against Austria and captured Galicia. Secondly, France organized Italy, and installed Napoleon's son and a Russian princess there.

And then Russia and France conquered and divided Turkey.

Then, through joint efforts, Britain was conquered. The Spanish colonies finally became French, as did most of Africa. And then India and Iran were busy!

After the death of Alexander the First and the abdication of Constantine, a coup took place, and the fourteen-year-old Roman Caesar Napoleon II was elevated to the Russian throne. And after Napoleon's death in 1836, Napoleon II became the ruler of France and all of Europe and many colonies.

A single super-empire emerged and continued to expand. Napoleon II later conquered China and Indochina and all of Africa. And Australia and Canada. And he died in 1879 at the age of almost sixty-eight years.

Then Napoleon III inherited the throne. He also wanted to fight. But all over the world, only the territory of the United States remained unconquered from France!

And Napoleon III started a war with America in 1890. The last country that was not a French possession.

And a huge army of five million soldiers from all over the world entered US territory.

The forces would be unequal. But the Americans fought against Napoleon III very heroically.

Especially the four girls: Monica, Leah, Gertrude, Anna! And they fought like cobras and heroines.

Monica chopped sharp metal discs with swords and bare toes. And punched through opponents.

And the warrior sang:

- Glory to America!

Leia also fought with the foreign army with swords, and hissed aggressively:

- Glory to the best country in the world!

And he also launched the murderous thing with his bare feet.

Gertrude fought with a huge army, also with bare feet, throwing very sharp needles, and hitting the enemies.

At this the girl squeaked:

- I am a fighter of such a class that it"s super!

Anna also fought, throwing murderous presents with her bare feet.

And she screamed:

- We have great achievements!

But no matter how hard these four fought, and even heroically, the superior forces of the French still defeated them.

The girls were captured. There they were stripped and brutally tortured. They twisted their arms on the rack, beat them with a whip and hot wire. They burned their bare soles with fire and applied hot iron to their bare heels. But the girls never recognized the new rule of Napoleon III.

After which they were sent to work, almost naked, in the quarries. And America became a new French province.

When Napoleon III died in 1903 at the age of sixty-eight, Napoleon IV became emperor. His arrival marked a new reign. Strengthening the role of parliament, and reducing the influence of the nobility. Gradually the worldwide empire became more democratic.

And in 1917, the first man flew into space. Thus opened the era of astronautics.

In 1922, people flew to the moon. And in 1933 to Mars. And by 1950 they had visited all the planets of the Solar System. But in 2000, the first flight to the stars began, an entire space expedition. This is AI just because of one marriage of Napoleon Bonaparte with a Russian princess.

How the fate of all humanity depends on the slightest chance.

INTERVIEWS AGAINST CHINA

ANNOTATION

Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova moved to Siberia in the seventeenth century, where they entered into a war with the Chinese Empire under the control of the Manchu dynasty. Immortal strangers are changing the course of history, not only in China.

The war rages like a hurricane

A boy fights with a large army...

We cut through the furious fog

Although sometimes it"s even too hard!

The enemy is very rabidly strong,

A continuous avalanche is coming...

Under the rustle of bright scarlet banners rushing,

But we will win, I believe, a battle in May!

Don't think we can be conquered,

We are great warriors from God...

And it will not be interrupted, I know the thread of life,

Although sometimes it can be very strict!

Know the greatness of Russia in this:

Believe me, the Motherland is more valuable than anything...

And there will be a very strong Russian house,

And punch the vile fascist in the face!

Don"t believe it, the Horde won"t break Rus',

Which doesn"t bring you to your knees...

Fight without restraint, don"t be afraid,

In the name of the new generation generation!

For the house of Russia, for her haystacks,

We will fight very hard...

An endless dream will come true,

You are not a warrior with the soul of a clown!

Here you are, a boy who swears allegiance to the Fatherland,

Become a warrior of the great Svarog...

No, you can"t build happiness on blood,

When there is no God in the heart of Jesus!

We can achieve new ways,

The greatness of the country that is blooming...

And kill the bug-eyed monster,

So that the planet will soon become a paradise!

. CHAPTER No. 1

A boy and a girl, as well as four witch girls, ended up in southern Siberia and repelled the onslaught of the Chinese. It was a little-known war when the Manchus were in power in China and were actively expanding in different regions of Asia.

And so they attacked the Russians in the Tibet region. And the real story is that they managed to take part of the territory. Moreover, Russia at that moment was weakened by the peasantry and the Cossack war of Stenka Razin. And troops would have to be transferred over very long distances.

But the immortal boy and girl, and four Terminator girls came to the aid of the Russian fort.

A huge Chinese army stormed the newly built Russian fortress. And the forces were clearly unequal.

There are only a thousand Russians, and two hundred thousand Chinese. And it seemed like there was absolutely no chance to resist.

But the six class warriors are super ready to fight.

Oleg Rybachenko on the wall. An immortal boy, about twelve years old, throws needles with his bare toes. And hits the advancing Chinese. A dozen at once.

Margarita throws needles with her bare toes. The girl destroys her opponents and squeaks:

- My great power!

And he fights bravely.

Natasha also throws a powerful boomerang with her bare toes. How it crushes opponents and squeaks:

- In the name of great glory!

Then Zoya hacks at the Chinese with swords, and at the same time throws needles with poison with her bare feet. And he sings to himself:

- In the vastness of Rus',

We can save everyone!

And again the swords fall on the opponents. And if they do cut down, then without any pity.

But when Aurora began to destroy and throw boomerangs with her bare toes, it was complete destruction. And the slain Chinese fall under the blows of the red devil.

And the girl roars:

- I will crush and tear everything to pieces!

And with both swords he will take and slash!

And a sharp and piercing disc flies from her bare heel. This is generally a girl of total death.

And here is Svetlana in the decisive battle. Let's torment the Chinese and cut them into small pieces with swords.

The girl spun the butterfly, and seven warriors of the Celestial Empire were hacked to death.

And then sharp, poisonous needles fly from the bare toes. And they hit the Chinese.

Oleg Rybachenko fights with the yellow warriors. His swords flash like a propeller.

The boy sings with gusto:

- I will be the strongest world champion,

We will defeat America, China!

And again the boy throws sharp games with the bare toes of the children's feet. And two dozen dead Chinese fall at once.

This is the battle. In real history, Tsarist Russia of pre-Petrine times lost part of its territory. But here the Russian knights are fighting and are not going to yield.

Oleg Rybachenko fights and sings:

- But we are knights full of the Russian spirit,

The executioners will never hear our muffled groan!

And again the boy throws very sharp, and with strong poison, brewed by witches, very thin needles!

The girl Margarita is next to him. And her legs also throw such deadly needles. And their hands chop down the attacking Chinese. The warrior destroys her adversaries and sings:

- I"m so cool, like a demon of all countries...

Dima, Dima, Bilan! Dima, Dima Bilan!

Lord of all countries!

Natasha also chops up the Chinese and sings:

- In the evening dawn, we will not let Satan win!

And murderous needles also fly from her bare feet.

Next, Zoya destroys the enemies. And vibes of colossal energy seem to emanate from this girl.

And boomerangs and sharp needles fly from the beauty"s bare feet.

The warriors squeak:

- I am a big barefoot dream and beauty!

And again he will throw something extremely deadly at his opponents.

But when Aurora runs a mill and cuts down the Chinese, then this is the aerobatics of annihilation.

And then the redhead throws piercing needles with her bare toes. And the dead yellow warriors fall.

But when Svetlana hits. And at the same time, a whole bunch of needles fly from her bare legs, which pierce and kill everyone.

And the warriors squeal:

- Well, well, well - the fascist will get a nickel!

And her bare feet will again throw a murderous punch at the Chinese.

Natasha, chopping the yellow warriors with swords, remarked:

- It was both easier and harder with the Nazis!

Svetlana, having run the mill, remarked:

- And with us girls it"s always easy!

Aurora reproduced the fan technique and muttered:

- You won"t get bored with me at all!

And a deadly sting flies from her bare feet.

And Zoya just takes it and squeaks:

- We are not cockroaches, we are girls of great glory!

And again something will fly out from her bare feet and hit the enemy.

The girls took the job conscientiously.

This fortress is almost the only Russian stronghold in the area. There are a couple more cities under construction. It"s good that the Chinese didn"t interfere with the Amur. But in real history, Russia lost a piece of its territory. A very aggressive dynasty in power in China. However, girls are what can put Lucifer"s regiments to flight.

Oleg Rybachenko chops down the Chinese. And at the same time the boy sings:

- It will be the highest class...

And then a boomerang thrown by the boy"s bare foot flies and screams:

- The porcupine will chop everyone up!

Margarita also threw what amounts to a kill at the enemy. She crushed it into pieces and squeaked:

- I am a barefoot dream and a great beauty!

And her leg throws wild discs.

Next in the battle is Natasha. And he also throws something at the enemy that splits his opponents.

And he does it extremely cleverly.

And her bare feet throw out further, deadly needles.

Next up is Zoya in battle. And he also throws various kinds of swastikas and boomerangs at the enemy.

And mows down the enemy.

After which he says:

- Glory to the good king!

But Aurora is in battle. He also exterminates enemies from China. And if it does throw, it will throw with lethal force.

And at the same time he will sing:

- Yes, in the name of the Russian Earth!

And murderous charges also scatter from her bare feet.

Svetlana also doesn"t let the enemy down. And from her bare feet something flies that brings obvious death.

And the warrior sings:

- We will never give in! Trouble will not come to Rus'!

And again the Chinese will be offended. And he will chop it up without ceremony.

Six warriors and warriors hit hard. And he chops down the enemy and throws them with his bare feet.

Oleg Rybachenko, chopping up the Chinese, sang:

- Star fighter, your horn is blowing in vain -

Your land is distant in dubious glory...

The flames of battle tremble between the lines -

In a one-sided game without rules!

And another boomerang flies from the boy"s bare feet, cutting the throats of a whole dozen Chinese.

The boy, as we see, is a fighter.

And Margarita is also in battle. And that"s how her bare feet work. She exterminates enemies without any doubt in an extremely cool way.

And her swords are like executioners.

The warrior squeaks:

- Let there be glory!

Natasha also fires with her bare feet and throws something deadly. And at the same time he actively chops with swords.

At the same time it beeps:

- My entourage is a government crew!

Next in the battle is Zoya. Also a devil of the highest level of annihilation. How to draw a butterfly with swords. And then he will take it and throw destructive elements with his bare feet.

After which he howls:

- The army rejoices - advancing!

And a whole line of mowed down Chinese falls.

The girl sings to herself:

- Zoya loves to kill! Oh, this Zoya!

Here comes Aurora in a swift attack. Or more precisely, aggressive defense. And with the help of bare feet he knocks out enemies.

And at the same time it beeps. And when her sabers pass like cultivator blades, three dozen Chinese will be torn to pieces!

And Aurora squeals:

- Sweet chords, the Russian flag is very proud!

And now her bare heel hits the Chinese general in the chin. He will take it and fall down.

Zoya is aggressive in battle. He chops down his enemies and screams:

- We"ll doubt and kill everyone!

And such daggers fly from bare feet.

Svetlana also doesn"t let anyone down. And he destroys his enemies like a scythe cutting grass. The Chinese are falling.

The girl squeals:

- Crazy needle! Get out of the yard!

Oleg Rybachenko will cut off a bunch of yellow warriors with blows of his swords. And then with his bare feet he will throw a star and yell:

- My army is the strongest!

The Terminator boy is seen at the very peak of destroying enemies. And he acts with tremendous passion.

And another gift of death flies off from his bare toes. And how it overwhelms the Chinese climbing the wall.

Yellow warriors are fanatics. There were already whole mounds of corpses piled up. And they keep climbing and climbing and climbing!

But the boy and girl are simply the embodiment of killing power. And when they chop, splashes of blood fly in all directions and very far away.

Oleg Rybachenko sang:

- The feat of heroism is glorified,

We are conquerors of planets!

Margarita, this restless girl sang:

- We won"t stop for a moment.

Someone's muffled scream is heard!

And also destructive and murderous needles fly from the girl"s bare feet. Hitting the Chinese like sheaves of wheat. Yes, the girl Margarita is a real terminator.

Natasha, chopping up the Chinese, sang:

- And the girl, crushing the yellow ones, thought

that it was good to live, and that life was good!

After which needles again fly from her bare feet.

Zoya held the mill with her sabers and squeaked:

- I will kill all my enemies, and believe me, I"m not joking!

And the warrior"s legs launched several stars.

And the beauty sang:

- Act of war - I hit the dime!

Aurora, chopping without unnecessary emotion, said:

- Great success awaits us! Believe me, it doesn't get any cooler!

And just like with bare feet, what kills will start.

Then it squeaks:

- I'm a bloody cobra!

Svetlana gives no mercy to the Chinese. And it destroys them as if they were ants. And at the same time he sings:

- Garbage will have no way,

Take your feet away quickly!

And now murderous presents are flying from her bare toes again. Such a cool woman!

And he also roars:

- There will be our victory in the holy war!

Oleg Rybachenko is becoming more and more active. And he chops with both hands, and even took a pipe into his mouth and spits needles at the Chinese. Destroys enemies and squeaks to itself:

- This is our victory -

Full speed ahead and approaching!

And again the terminator boy slashes. And at the same time he will give up what kills without pity.

Margarita is also in battle. Desperate girl. And if he launches a boomerang with his bare foot, then this is no less than a dozen felled Chinese.

After which the girl will sing:

- Oh, my helicopter is big,

Well, my heart sings with happiness!

And a murderous star flies from the girl"s bare heel. Yes, this is a beauty of the highest aerobatics. And death sows right and left.

Natasha also exterminates the Chinese in every possible way.

And at the same time he sings:

- Squeak, squeak, squeak...

Oliver found Twist!

And a deadly present flies from her bare feet.

So Zoya pulled herself up... She took it and spat at the enemy from the tube. Then she hacked at the mill with her swords. Then her bare feet took and launched the hellish presentation of death.

And the Chinese fell. It was as if they had been licked off by a flamethrower.

And here Aurora is in battle. Also a fast girl. And red death, and a hellish burning ray. And he will take it and begin to chop it.

No, nothing can stop this.

Even the Mouse tank.

So Aurora nails the Chinese. Which is extremely cool and with crazy symbolism and a sword.

And the red harpy"s swords will not stop, not for a moment.

At the same time, Aurora squeaks:

- My Motherland is the Motherland of Communism!

And also from her bare feet, like something extremely lethal flying out.

And again the girl is pregnant.

And then Aurora remembered how she really fought with "Mouse" in one of the alternative stories. Then the Allies concluded a truce with the Third Reich, and taking advantage of the lack of bombing, the Germans launched the Maus into production.

Yes, these tanks really moved like animals. And their progress was terrible.

But not for Terminator girls. They fought the Nazis calmly and swiftly at the same time.

And they showed Kuzma"s mother! And the warriors fought bravely.

And now the red-haired Aurora is cutting with swords. And he will mow down the enemies like a cultivator.

Then it squeaks:

- I kill everyone!

Svetlana is also not timid in battle. The Chinese are being exterminated. And at the same time, with bare feet, he throws what sows death.

And at the same time he screams:

- Cosmic bravado -

There will be a big serenade!

And wink at the enemies!

After which he will spit from the tube!

And then Oleg Rybachenko will disperse. And let"s throw not only needles, but also boomerangs at the Chinese with our feet.

This is how the fast-moving terminator boy got caught.

And at the same time he sings:

- Enemies will not stop us,

If we are weak, help!

And don't run, don't run...

If only not forward!

And Oleg whistles.

And Margarita took it and with her bare toes threw something destructive and mortally murderous. And at the same time she sang:

- This will be the message of the cobra!

And the girl will wink and squeak!

Natasha is also no slouch in battle. She took it and threw a sharp swastika with her bare fingers. She broke through the mass of Chinese and squeaked:

- For my Motherland!

And then there"s Zoya in battle. And he also throws charges at his enemies with his bare feet.

And squeaks with bared teeth:

- I"m such a warrior, I"m really a terminator!

After which the girl strikes with swords. And he squeals at the top of his lungs.

- Banzai!

The girl apparently won"t stop fighting. And he will cut without unnecessary antimonies.

Aurora will also take up the extermination. He destroys the Chinese, without any sarcasm. And the yellow warriors fall, as if they were torn in half.

And the red-haired girl shouts:

- The flame of communism is over the world!

And again he will take it and slash with two swords. And then it spits out of the tube. And he will hit the enemy.

Yes, Aurora is lovely and perfection itself.

Although Svetlana is no worse. And she also gave the Chinese a natural beating and murder.

And her bare feet throw gifts of destruction at the yellow warriors. Yes, everyone does it on a high wave.

Svetlana squeals:

- The battle will be bloody, holy and just!

And something killer came off her bare foot again. And according to the Chinese, how he"ll hit you!

The girls really went their separate ways. And they don"t let me down a bit. These are women - women to all women!

Oleg Rybachenko is in a dashing onslaught. They have already killed many thousands of Chinese. The onslaught of the warriors of this yellow empire has weakened.

Oleg squeaked:

- The highest measure of victory!

Margarita took it and with her bare fingers threw something that was deadly and sharper than a razor.

Then the girl sang:

- We defy the storms,

Why and why?

To live in the world without surprises -

Impossible for anyone!

Margarita spat out a whole burst of pipe at the Chinese and continued:

- May good luck or failure,

And jumping up and down!

Only this way, and not otherwise -

Only this way, and not otherwise...

Long live surprise!

Surprise! Surprise!

Long live surprise!

Surprise! Surprise!

Long live surprise!

And only up - not a millimeter down!

The girl showed quite a fighting mood.

Natasha is also at the very epicenter of the battle. It's like a volcano is erupting. And throws needles with his bare toes. Hit opponents. And leaves corpses out of them.

After which the girl sang with bared teeth:

- We are such terminators, like dream robots, and great beauty!

And now the girl is slashing with swords. And it will knock out a lot of people.

Zoya is also in the thick of the battle. He fights and bares his teeth and roars:

- No one will stop us!

And from her bare foot a disk swept through the Chinese. Which cut a lot of throats. And the armies of the heavenly empire were choked.

And the girls are more and more pressing.

Here's how Aurora will launch something that cuts metal. He will cut down a lot of heads that have formed into mounds. And he will jump up, fly up, and take it, roar:

- My name is my fist!

And again he waves two sabers, and rips the guts out of the Chinese. But at the same time, don"t be the least bit embarrassed.

And her bare feet launch killer boomerangs. Which heads are mowed down in ranks.

After which the red-haired warrior squeals:

- We won"t be in the cable!

May there be happiness on Earth!

And he will take more from the tube with his scarlet mouth and spit. And the warriors of the heavenly empire will fall like coolies with flour.

So Svetlana showed in battle...

She threw boiling water over her opponents. And those scalded ones will take it and scream very wildly.

Svetlana squeaks:

- My slaughter!

And with his bare foot he will throw a couple of boomerangs. Will cut down a lot of Chinese.

And squeezes out a lot of corpses.

This is how the bastards work.

And they cut down the empire of China for themselves, without unnecessary ceremony. No, they even have a special tact.

Already the number of Chinese killed is in the tens of thousands. And the girls just have fun and bounce like balls.

Oleg Rybachenko also shows the coolest aerobatics that you can imagine.

And the boy chops with two swords so that arms and legs and heads fly in all directions.

Oleg shouts:

- There will be, I believe our decisive victory!

Margarita, with her bare foot, throwing a destructive hurl, confirmed:

- Yes it will be!

And the whole six began to chop even more actively.

. CHAPTER No. 2.

After almost the entire Chinese army of two hundred thousand was destroyed, the six warriors moved further into the depths of the Celestial Empire. To prevent the Chinese from returning to Russian cities in Siberia.

So the warriors attacked the yellow warriors in the nearest large city.

Oleg Rybachenko, chopping the yellow fighters and waving both swords, yelled:

- Like the Russian tsars!

And sharp needles flew from his bare feet. The Chinese fighters were hit.

Margarita, chopping the yellow warriors with swords, took it and sang:

- Now we are making history!

And from her bare feet needles flew at the yellow warriors.

Next is Natasha in battle. He also throws gifts of death and squeals:

- The future is ours! Glory to Great Russia!

And her bare, chiseled foot will throw this out with terrible force. And he will cut the Chinese into a bloody pulp.

Zoya also hacks desperately. And she smashed the Chinese general in half. And cut his bones.

Then she howled:

- For my great victory!

And with bare feet he will again launch a killer present. And it will knock out a lot of Chinese fighters.

But when Aurora is in battle it"s absolutely terrifying. She cuts Chinese soldiers in half and launches murderous presents with her bare feet. And so he destroys the yellow army.

No, Aurora is actually called the red witch. And she is invincible.

And deadly needles fly off from her bare fingers. They hit the Chinese and they fall over like coolies with sand.

Aurora roars at the top of her lungs:

- Russians know me,

And they call it great!

And again the beauty throws a deadly needle. And the enemy is pinned like a beetle.

Aurora gurgled:

- You can dream, but daydreaming is bad!

And again the girl hits like a boomerang.

Yes, this redhead ate more than a pound of salt in military affairs. If it threshes, then it threshes.

And again the swift and fiery girl is on the attack.

And then Svetlana is eager to fight. And so he chops and destroys everyone. And her swords are like sparkling lightning.

And needles fly from bare feet.

The girl roared:

- My great strength -

Playing with me is like being friends with a crocodile!

Boy Oleg Rybachenko is on the attack as always. He is a fast mongoose. Chops and throws stars at the enemy.

And the young warrior shouts:

- Let's go on the offensive,

We will defeat all the Chinese!

And now the boy is on the attack.

And the girl Margarita, in great excitement, crushes the yellow troops. And her bare fingers throw gifts of death.

And the girl roars:

- Victory will be mine!

And again a whole rain of needles rushes from her bare feet.

And the needles are lethal and poisoned.

Margarita is on the offensive. The Chinese have a very hard time against her. And the girl is the very embodiment of horror.

Although she is a beautiful warrior.

And now a piece of death flies off her bare foot again. Which strikes enemies.

Natasha is on a wild flight. Cuts the Chinese into pieces. And her swords know no mercy.

The warrior roars:

- It will be our big victory!

And very deadly and dangerous needles fly from the beauty"s bare feet again.

They are affecting the Chinese in large numbers. Well, the girls are very cool.

And in the offensive they don"t give anyone a pass.

But Zoya doesn"t know, there"s never a word. She breaks through to her opponents. And her swords are like executioners.

Zoya screams at the top of her lungs:

- I don"t know mercy - only death!

And her bare feet will throw such things that the Chinese cannot resist!

And vice versa, the warrior is accelerating every minute. This is a skating rink on the offensive.

Aurora is also such a fun girl. Doesn't back down and doesn't give up. And she succeeds in everything.

She threw a steel fan with her bare toes. She cut off the Chinese soldiers and hissed:

- In the red empire, there will be a fire that will warm the entire planet!

And again, something that specifically kills flies from her bare feet.

And the warrior is again at a great height.

And here is Svetlana in battle. Doesn't deviate from the plan. And he chops at himself with wild pressure. And a sharp disc flies from her bare feet. Which dashingly cuts off opponents.

Svetlana squeals with wild fury:

- I'll tear you all apart!

And the girl is on the offensive. And her bare feet are so nimble.

Next, Oleg Rybachenko is eager to fight. This is a desperate terminator boy. It involves the colossal strength and pressure of a wild boy.

And then the child throws a boomerang with his bare foot. And the opponents lost two dozen goals at once.

This is really - really destructive power.

Oleg sang:

- My handwriting is simple -

I don't like pulling the cat's tail!

And a blade flew from the boy"s bare heel, and how it hit the Chinese. They literally lost their spirit and courage.

Oleg remarked with wild frenzy:

- Never say no!

The boy is on the attack... Then he remembered Vladimir Klitschko. Yes, this boxer could have returned to the ring. Why not try it? If you still have health, then God himself told you to fight!

Terminator boy on the attack. He crushes the Chinese and sings:

Young friend, always be young,

Don't rush to rest...

Be cheerful, daring, noisy -

You have to fight - so fight!

A man with coolness -

So that you can beat everyone!

I am an eternal boy with a soul,

What gives birth to the result!

I am an eternal boy in soul,

And don"t take a step back!

A young warrior and an eternal child in a frantic attack on the Chinese. He will show himself at his best.

Margarita also destroys the yellow warriors and sings:

- We will never give up!

And she cut off a lot of Chinese, adding with a chuckle:

- No, never believe me!

And the girl again threw sharp, poisonous needles.

She is in a rapid and unique movement.

Natasha is swift and formidable in battle, like a Valkyrie. He fights bravely. And shoots down the Chinese.

She often fought in the sky. She was an excellent ace pilot. She also had to fight in the infantry.

But now Natasha has taken on the Chinese. And let's thresh with all our fury.

And boomerangs and needles fly from her bare feet. She crushes the enemy.

The girl sings:

- But I believe the sunrise,

Dispel the darkness of the prison dungeon!

Zoya attacks the Chinese. And it smashes it tightly. And her bare feet knock out enemies without stopping.

Warrior in motion. She's like a cobra jumping and jumping around.

The girl with golden hair shouts:

- The future is ours,

We are like Jedi Knights!

And then she"ll turn around and hit you.

Next in the attack is Aurora. A crushing and fighting red-haired girl. She went on the offensive, picking up the pace even more. Her swords are like the blades of a mill.

The fiery beauty issued:

- There will be such happiness for the whole world!

And again the girl goes into a wild pace. This is the real goddess of war.

Svetlana also sings, jumping up and down:

- Hundred by hundred, regiment by regiment,

Russian knights cut with a sword!

And now her bare toes will throw something that cannot be reflected by a shield.

This is the girl. A real vixen.

Natasha chirps with bared teeth:

- It"s not for you to teach me!

And he will throw death with his bare leg.

Aurora agrees:

- There is nothing to teach us at all!

The warriors accelerate their movements. Almost the entire city is already littered with corpses. Yes, the Chinese ran into extermination. There are only six people, but they work for an entire army.

Oleg Rybachenko remembered the story of one of the elves. He ended up in the Third Reich, and was able to convince him to be sent to the Luftwaffe.

Yes, the elf, although small in stature, is very fast, strong with excellent reaction. In general, elves are superior to humans in physical condition and speed of thinking. And once on the plane, the elf, and even of royal blood, feels like an eagle himself.

And this warrior was able to shoot down 538 enemy aircraft on the occasion of the Fuhrer"s birthday on April 20, 1944, but he himself was never shot down.

For the first two hundred planes, the elf received the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with oak leaves, swords and diamonds. Over three hundred already the Order of the German Eagle with diamonds. For four hundred Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with golden oak leaves swords and diamonds. And for five hundred anniversary aircraft - the Grand Cross of the Iron Cross. Thus, the elf collected a record number of awards and in this regard he beat even Hermann Goering and received the rank of colonel.

Although he fought on the plane as a private.

So, although such an outstanding ace appeared in the Luftwaffe, he did not influence the course of the war too much. In fact, if you take the first six Luftwaffe aces in real history, they shot down a total of more than one and a half thousand aircraft. Well, how much did this help the Wehrmacht?

Although it is possible that the number of downed planes was inflated by Goebbels" propaganda.

Many people strongly doubted these figures.

But the elf honestly shot down so many cars, and he himself did not lose a single fighter.

But then Oleg Rybachenko met him and asked:

- Why did you bother the Third Reich, which is considered a force of evil?

The elf logically remarked:

- Because there is no force of good in the world at all! Do you think Stalin and his allies are saints?

Oleg remarked with a smile:

- But in the USSR, having shot down so many planes, you would be considered God with a capital G! And so you should be spat on and cursed!

The elf honestly remarked:

- In October 1942, when I began to fight for the Reich, the outcome of the war was not yet obvious. What do you think, I have no chance of being among the winners?

Oleg Rybachenko answered honestly:

- If you defect to the USSR, I think you will be forgiven and accepted. Heroes and great warriors are appreciated everywhere!

The elf smiled radiantly and replied:

- Thanks for the offer! But when the Second World War is over, I will return to my planet with awards... And of course I will no longer care that Germany lost. The main thing is that I showed myself to be a hero and went down in aviation history as the best ace of all time!

Oleg Rybachenko remarked in annoyance:

- How many good guys died because of you!

The elf squeaked and logically reminded:

- There is also Rudel... He is also a superman!

Oleg nodded:

- Rudel... It"s like a comic book hero!

The elf muttered:

- I was and am and will be a warrior! So I'll try to bring my count to a thousand!

Oleg Rybachenko doubted:

- Will you have time? May 9, 1945 The Third Reich surrenders!

The elf asked insinuatingly:

- Can you tell more precisely when and where and at what time, with what forces the Reds and the Allies will attack?

Oleg asked in surprise:

- Why do you need this?

The elf answered honestly:

- I want to trivially prolong the war so that the fun lasts longer!

Oleg then took out a pistol and replied:

- I could shoot you, but I won't do it!

The elf was surprised:

- And why?

Oleg Rybachenko decisively stated:

- Let your conscience punish you!

And they parted...

Oleg Rybachenko thought that he had not killed this elf in vain. How many more planes will he shoot down? It will just be terrible.

And the boy launched the boomerang of death with his bare toes again.

Margarita actively exterminates the Chinese in battle. Her bare feet hit her with killer presents so accurately that you are simply amazed.

A girl of the superman category.

And her activity in battle is like that of a weasel animal.

No, no one will ever intimidate such a girl, even if there are two billion Chinese.

However, what should Margarita do?

She defends her homeland.

Oleg Rybachenko, chopping up the Chinese, sang:

- There is no more beautiful Motherland of Russia,

Fight for her and don"t be afraid...

There is no more beautiful country in the universe -

The whole universe is a torch of light, Rus'!

The boy will jump up and accelerate, kicking everyone.

Natasha also fights and sings:

Fatal year, you may not believe me,

One thousand nine hundred ninety nine...

Stop walking in catchy circles,

The devil will turn his golden horns!

And the girl again throws a killer present with her bare feet.

Zoya is also in battle, wound up and fighting. Active girl. And if he slashes with swords, everything flies far.

And her bare feet are so actively throwing presents. And they knock out so many enemies.

Yes, the Chinese are clearly having dark days.

Aurora strikes without any mercy. And her bare feet are something more than deadly. This is generally the goddess of annihilation.

And there are a thousand devils in it.

Svetlana thrashes the Chinese with great passion and squeals:

- The future lies in

So that we don't have to be a cat!

And her bare legs will throw something again, and the enemies will be torn to pieces.

The fighting girl is the aerobatics in her!

Having cleared the city of the Chinese, the six took a break. They immediately killed the boar and roasted it whole.

They cut it into pieces and began to eat it.

Natasha noted:

- Walter Scott"s knights ate a lot at once!

Oleg Rybachenko giggled and reminded:

- Dumas too! This is how Porthos ate a whole ram!

Natasha laughed:

- Ram? Why not wild boar?

Oleg sang in response:

All your damn relatives,

My uncle, who got the boar...

When he was alive - he warned me -

You can't take a wife from a cannibal!

Margarita confirmed:

- This is a wild song! But I want something more soulful!

Oleg noted:

- Mental? This is good!

And the boy sang something...

But Aurora interrupted him and remarked:

- You don"t need to sing, but act.

And the girl pulled out an iPhone from her belt. Oleg smiled, Natasha handed him hers and suggested:

- Play tanks with the redhead!

Aurora agreed:

- I love this game!

And the heroic girl began to gain parameters.

Oleg Rybachenko took on the tank fleet.

Aurora warned:

- One tank for one! Try a duel!

The boy agreed:

- This is just right!

Oleg chose the coolest Soviet tank of the forties - the IS-7. A wonderful car that never became a production car. She has everything: armor, weapons, and speed. A real halo!

Aurora has an E-75. The car is somewhat worse. And heavier, and less speed, power reserve, and a slightly weaker gun. The IS-7 has 130 millimeters versus 128 for the E-75. The German's armor is perhaps thicker, but this is compensated by the greater slope of the IS-7. And the Fritz"s sides are higher... That"s all true, but...

Aurora transfers the E-75 to level M... And the car improves. And the engine is more powerful and the silhouette is much lower, and the gun has a longer barrel. Yes, now the armor has gotten thicker. The German tank still weighs ninety-five tons, versus sixty-eight for the Soviet one. And after modernization it has a similar layout and will now be more powerful.

But the IS-7 remained without development. No one predicted it in real history.

Well, Oleg, let"s harness ourselves.

The boy, however, is not lost. Since the enemy has modernized, the guy will do something and use feather projectiles. And then there will be a very good fight.

IS-7 is approaching. But still, the driving performance of the German is still better.

Aurora fires her longer barreled cannon. But he still can"t get there.

And the terminator boy gets closer and spins the tracks. Apparently the boy is quite confident in himself.

Aurora, after the next shot, drew a moral:

- A mouse can kill an elephant!

And the battle continued, Oleg drove a 130-mm cannon shell into the joint of the hull and won. Despite all the tricks.

But in general, the tanks of the forties have different vehicles. A very formidable project - "Royal Lion". Weight is one hundred tons, the cannon is 210 mm caliber, the frontal armor is 300 mm at an angle, the sides are 200 mm, and the engine is 1800 horsepower.

This is a machine - even the IS-7 can only penetrate the side and close. And it's really big!

Aurora sang with bared teeth:

- This is an eaglet, flying higher than the sun!

And she fell silent...

After eating, the six moved on to Chinese cities. For now, we need to achieve peace and discourage the Manchus from attacking.

The girls and the boy attacked the Chinese and again killed many with swords and bare toes.

Then the warriors started firing from the captured cannons. And a lot of Chinese were killed.

Oleg Rybachenko noted:

- Maybe it"s better to play defensively? Will it somehow turn out ugly?

Aurora objected:

- There is a concept of preventive war!

Oleg recalled:

- Viktor Suvorov also tried to prove that the war of Nazi Germany against the USSR was preventive!

Aurora bared her teeth and growled:

- Isn"t that how it is?

Oleg shook his head:

- Doubtful!

Margarita recalled:

- I read this book. At first glance, she looks convincing. But if you dig deeper...

Aurora nodded in agreement:

- The USSR was preparing an offensive war and this is a fact!

Margarita noted:

- The USSR was preparing an offensive war even after the war. But the offensive never began!

Oleg logically noted:

- If Stalin planned an offensive, it would be at a later period, having first completed equipping his divisions with tanks and other equipment. And the latest aviation has only just begun to arrive in units; even the pilots have not mastered it!

Aurora also logically objected:

- If the Soviet army was rearming, then the German army also did not stand still. While the USSR was churning out the latest aircraft, the Krauts were increasing the production of the latest equipment.

Delay would not have increased Stalin's advantage. Rather, on the contrary, the Nazis, having the potential of Europe, could catch up with Russia in the quantity of equipment with better quality!

Oleg Rybachenko doubted:

- What makes you think that their quality was better?

Aurora answered honestly:

- But we won in 1941! If they were inferior in numbers, they were perhaps superior in quality of technology!

The boy genius doubted:

- I don't think so!

Margarita noted:

- The forty-first year is a mystery. Why did the formally stronger Red Army lose battle after battle? And then, having become formally and actually weaker, she began to win?

Oleg Rybachenko replied:

- This is a big mystery of the Second World War!

Natasha suggested:

- There was intervention from higher powers here!

Oleg nodded:

- Something really happened!

Augustine growled:

- Our idols are covered in blood, our Gods are gods of war!

Zoya agreed:

- The gods of war are also covered in blood!

Afterwards Oleg and Aurora began to play the strategy of the Second World War. Aurora is for Hitler, Oleg is for Stalin.

There was already an exchange of real blows. Aurora used the rogue code and a mass of "E" series tanks and broke through to Moscow. Togo and Oleg used the rogue code and IS-7 like they were hitting the Germans. And the scythe came together on a stone. And a lot of coffins. Let it be virtual.

Oleg Rybachenko plays with gusto, and his troops break through the German defenses. They create boilers. Aurora runs the scam code again. There is a very wild exchange of moves.

The boy genius sang:

- Somewhere on the Kama - we don"t know ourselves,

Somewhere on the Kama - mother rivers!

Can't reach with your hands, can't reach with your feet,

Well, if necessary, we"ll move the pokers!

And Soviet tanks crush the Nazis. There is nothing cooler than the IS-7. And you can safely fight with "Mouses" and "E"-100. The Soviet tank is not afraid of such monsters.

They are heavier, but that doesn't mean they are stronger.

And Oleg advances, quickly moving with the cars. And it"s like a thousand devils in him.

The child prodigy sings:

- We"ll smash the Krauts, chick-chick-chick-ta!

And now the Soviet troops took another barrier. They are like fighting geniuses!

Aurora, however, is not simple either. And he acts with aggressive pressure. Throws new and new and new forces under the wheels of the Red Army.

And the red-haired warrior sings:

- My enemies will not stop me! I will conquer the vastness of the universe!

And new and new regiments go into battle.

Oleg Rybachenko sang with joy:

The Krauts are going on a rampage,

The enemy moved the regiment forward...

But crazy Aryans -

The Russians will meet with hostility!

They will dig into the skin of a pig,

The enemy will be thrown into the dust -

The Russians fight furiously

Strong is the soldier's fist!

And the boy carries out another roundabout maneuver and encircles Aurora"s troops.

Yes, the kid is smart, there are no words.

Aurora gurgled:

- No, I won"t give up, but I always knew how to fight!

Oleg Rybachenko agreed:

- We will not give up! We will simply destroy you!

And now the Soviet troops are attacking again. And the scammer"s code no longer helps the Krauts.

Then Aurora cleverly changes the option. And Britain and the USA enter the war on its side. The warriors of this armada rushed into battle. And let's put pressure on the enemy.

But Soviet IS-7 tanks destroy US Shermans and Pershings with even greater ease, as well as the English Churchill tank.

Without receiving any damage themselves.

Aurora growled:

- Well, you are a little devil!

. CHAPTER No. 3

Warriors from the twenty-first century again clashed with the Chinese of the seventeenth.

The Celestial Empire has a lot of soldiers. They flow like an endless river.

Oleg Rybachenko, chopping the Chinese with swords, roared:

- We will never give in!

And a sharp disc flew from the boy"s bare foot!

Margarita, crushing her opponents, muttered:

- There is a place in the world for heroic deeds!

And poisonous needles scattered from the girl"s bare feet, striking the Chinese.

Natasha also threw her bare toes, murderously, and howled:

- We will never forget and never forgive.

And her swords went through the Chinese in the mill.

Zoya, cutting apart the enemies, squealed:

- For a new order!

And more needles scattered from her bare feet. And in the eyes and throats of the Chinese soldiers.

Yes, it was clear that the warriors were getting excited and becoming ferocious.

Aurora slashed at the yellow soldiers and squeaked:

- Our iron will!

And a new, killer gift flies from her bare feet. And the yellow fighters fall.

Svetlana chops down the miller, her swords are like lightning.

The Chinese are lying around like cut sheaves.

The girl throws needles with her bare feet and squeaks:

- He will win for Mother Russia!

Oleg Rybachenko advances against the Chinese. Terminator boy chops down yellow troops.

And at the same time, the toes of the boy"s bare legs throw out needles with poison.

The boy roars:

- Glory to Future Rus'!

And in motion it cuts off everyone"s heads and muzzles.

Margarita also crushes her opponents.

Her bare feet just flash. Chinese are dying in large numbers. The warrior shouts:

- To new frontiers!

And then the girl takes it and slashes...

Mass of corpses of Chinese soldiers.

But Natasha is on the offensive. He chops up his own Chinese and sings:

- Rus' is great and radiant,

I'm a very strange girl!

And discs fly from her bare feet. Who cut the throats of the Chinese. Yes, this is a girl.

Zoya is on the offensive. He chops off the yellow soldiers with both hands. Spit from a tube. And throws deadly needles with his bare toes.

And at the same time he sings to himself:

- Eh, little club, let's go!

Eh, my favorite will do!

Aurora, cutting down the Chinese and exterminating the yellow soldiers, screeches:

- All shaggy and in animal skin,

He attacked the riot police with a club!

And if he throws his bare toes at the enemy, it will kill an elephant.

And then he squeaks:

- Wolfhounds!

Svetlana is on the offensive. He chops and shreds the Chinese. With bare feet he launches gifts of death at them.

He runs the mill with swords.

Crushed a lot of fighters and screams:

- A big victory is coming!

And again the girl is in wild motion.

And her bare feet launch deadly needles.

Oleg Rybachenko jumped. The boy did a somersault. Chopped up a lot of Chinese in a jump.

He threw the needles with his bare toes and gurgled:

- Glory to my beautiful courage!

And again the boy is in battle.

Margarita goes on the offensive. Shreds all enemies in a row. Her swords are cooler than the blades of a mill. And bare toes throw gifts of death.

A girl in a wild attack. Exterminates yellow warriors without ceremony.

And it jumps up every now and then and gets twisted!

And gifts of annihilation fly from her.

And the Chinese drop dead. And whole mounds of corpses are piled up.

Margarita squeaks:

- I am an American cowboy!

And again the needle was thrown at her bare feet.

And then another dozen needles!

Natasha is also very cool on the offensive.

And he throws with his bare feet, and spits from a tube.

And screams at the top of his lungs:

- I am sparkling death! All you have to do is die!

And again the beauty is on the move.

Zoya storms the rubble of Chinese corpses. And also from her bare feet boomerangs of destruction fly out.

And the yellow warriors keep falling and falling.

Zoya shouts:

- Barefoot girl, she will defeat you!

And a dozen needles fly from the girl"s bare heel. Which are going straight down the throats of the Chinese.

Then they fall dead.

Or rather, completely dead.

Aurora is on the offensive. Destroys yellow troops. Her swords are carried in two hands. And she is such a wonderful warrior.

A tornado sweeps through Chinese troops.

A girl with red hair roars:

- The future is hidden! But it will be victorious!

And in the attack, a beauty with fiery hair.

Aurora roars in wild ecstasy:

- The gods of war will tear everything apart!

And the warrior is on the offensive.

And her bare feet throw a lot of sharp, poisonous needles.

Svetlana in battle. And so sparkling and combative. Her bare legs throw out so many murderous things. Not a person, but death with blonde hair.

But if it breaks up, you won"t be able to stop it.

Svetlana sings:

- Life will not be honey,

So jump in a round dance!

May your dream come true -

Beauty turns a man into a slave!

And the girl"s movement becomes more and more furious.

Oleg's attack is accelerating. The boy beats the Chinese.

His bare feet throw sharp needles.

The young warrior squeaks:

- The mad empire will tear everyone apart!

And again the boy is on the move.

Margarita is a wild girl in her activity. And threshes the enemies.

So she launched a pea with explosives with her bare leg. It will explode and immediately throw a hundred Chinese into the air.

The girl screams:

- Victory will still come to us!

And he will run the mill with swords.

Natasha sped up her movements. The girl cuts down the yellow warriors. And at the same time he yells:

- Victory awaits the Russian Empire.

And let's exterminate the Chinese at an accelerated pace.

Natasha is a terminator girl.

Doesn't think to stop or slow down.

Zoya is on the offensive. Her swords seem to be slicing meat salad. The girl screams at the top of her lungs:

- Our salvation is in force!

And bare toes also throw such needles.

And a mass of people with their throats pierced, lying in mounds of corpses.

Aurora is a crazy girl. And it destroys everyone as if it were a robot made of hyperplasma.

It has already destroyed more than a hundred Chinese. But everything is picking up pace. And the warrior also roars.

- I am so invincible! The coolest thing in the world!

And again the beauty is on the attack.

And from her bare toes, a pea flies out. And three hundred Chinese were torn apart by a powerful explosion.

Aurora sang:

-You don"t dare to seize our land!

Svetlana is also on the offensive. And it doesn"t give you an ounce of respite. Wild terminator girl.

And he cuts down the enemies and exterminates the Chinese. And a mass of yellow fighters had already fallen into the ditch and along the roads.

The six went wild. It was a wild battle.

Oleg Rybachenko is back in action. And he moves forward waving both swords. And the terminator boy runs the mill. Dead Chinese are falling.

Mass of corpses. Whole mountains of bloody bodies.

The boy remembers a wild strategy. Where horses and people also mixed together.

Oleg Rybachenko squeaks:

- Woe from mind!

And there will be tons of money!

And Terminator Boy in a new movement. And his bare feet will take something and throw it.

The boy genius roared:

- Master class and Adidas!

It was a really cool and cool performance. And how many Chinese were killed? And they killed the greatest number of the greatest yellow fighters.

Margarita is also in battle. Destroys yellow armies and roars:

- Large shock regiment! We are driving everyone into the coffin!

And her swords cut at the Chinese. The mass of yellow fighters has already collapsed.

The girl growled:

- I'm even cooler than a panther! Prove that you are the best!

And a pea with a powerful explosive will fly out from the girl"s bare heel.

And he will hit the enemy.

And he will take and destroy some of the opponents.

And Natasha is in authority. And she hits her opponents, and she won"t let anyone down.

How many Chinese have you already killed?

And her teeth are so sharp. And the eyes are so sapphire. This girl is the main executioner. Although all her partners are executioners!

Natasha shouts:

- I'm mad! There will be a fine for you!

And again the girl will kill a lot of Chinese with swords.

Zoya is on the move and has destroyed many yellow warriors.

And bare feet throw needles. Each needle kills several Chinese. These girls are truly beautiful.

Aurora advances and destroys her opponents. And at the same time he does not forget to shout:

- You can't escape the coffin!

And the girl will take her teeth and bare them!

And such a redhead... Her hair flutters in the wind like a proletarian banner.

And everything literally emanates from anger.

Svetlana is on the move. I've cracked a lot of skulls. A warrior who bares her teeth.

Shows tongue. And then it spits out of the tube. Then he howls:

- You guys will be dead!

And again, deadly needles fly from her bare feet.

Oleg Rybachenko jumps and jumps.

A barefoot boy emits a bunch of needles and sings:

- Let's go on a hike, opens a big account!

The young warrior is at his best.

He is already quite a few years old, but he looks like a child. Only very strong and muscular.

Oleg Rybachenko sang:

- Even if the game doesn"t follow the rules, let"s break through the fraternity!

And again, deadly and striking needles flew off from his bare feet.

Margarita sang with delight:

- Nothing is impossible! I believe there will be a dawn of freedom!

The girl again threw a deadly cascade of needles at the Chinese and continued:

- The darkness will go away! The roses of May will bloom!

And as soon as the warrior threw a pea with her bare toes, a thousand Chinese immediately flew into the air. Yes, the army of the Celestial Empire is melting right before our eyes.

Natasha in battle. Jumps like a cobra. Blows up enemies. And so many Chinese are dying.

The girl used them with swords, and charcoal grains, and spears. And needles.

At the same time, he roars:

- I believe victory will come!

And the glory of the Russians will find!

Bare toes throw new needles, piercing opponents.

Zoya is in wild motion. Advancing on the Chinese. Chops them into small pieces.

The warrior throws needles with her bare fingers. Punches through opponents, and then roars:

- Our complete victory is close!

And runs a wild mill with swords. This is really a girl like a girl!

But the cobra Aurora went on the offensive. This woman is a nightmare for everyone.

And if it turns on, it means it turns on.

After which the redhead will take it and sing:

- I'll open all the skulls! I am a great dream!

And now her swords are in action and cut the meat.

Svetlana also goes on the offensive. This girl has no inhibitions. As soon as it is chopped up, a mass of corpses is littered.

The blonde terminator roars:

- How good it will be! How good it will be - I know it!

And then a killer pea flies from her.

Oleg will again cut off a hundred Chinese, sweeping like a meteor. And he"ll take a bomb and throw it.

It's small in size, but it's deadly...

How it will be torn into small pieces.

Terminator boy howled:

- The stormy youth of scary machines!

Margarita will do this again in battle.

And he will cut down a lot of yellow fighters. And cuts large clearings.

The girl squeals:

- Lambada is our dance on the sand!

And it will hit with renewed vigor.

Natasha is even more furious on the offensive. This is how he thrashes the Chinese. It"s not very easy for them to resist such girls.

Natasha took it and sang:

- Running in place is a general reconciliation!

And the warrior unleashed such a cascade of blows on her opponents.

And he throws discs with his bare feet.

Here I ran the mill. The mass of yellow army heads rolled away.

She is a fighting beauty. Beat yourself up with such a yellow armada.

Zoya is on the move, crushing everyone. And her swords are like scissors of death.

The girl is just lovely. And her bare feet throw very poisonous needles.

Hit opponents. They pierce their throats and make coffins.

Zoya took it and squeaked:

- If there is no water in the tap...

Natasha yelled with delight:

- So it's your fault!

And with his bare toes he throws something that kills thoroughly. This is truly a girl of girls.

And a blade would fly from her bare legs. And it will hit a lot of fighters.

Aurora on the move. Swift and unique in its beauty.

What bright hair she has. They flutter like a proletarian banner. This girl is a real vixen.

And she cuts down her opponents as if she was born with swords in her hands.

Redhead, damn beast!

Aurora took it and hissed:

- It will be a bull's head - the fighters will not lose their minds!

And so she again crushed a lot of fighters.

Oleg Rybachenko muttered:

- Just what you need! What a girl!

Margarita, throwing a dagger with her bare foot, confirmed:

- Big and cool girl!

Aurora readily agreed with this:

- I am a warrior who will bite anyone to death!

And again, with his bare toes, he will launch a murderous thing.

Svetlana is not inferior to her opponents in battle. Not a girl but to cum in flames.

And squeals:

- What a blue sky!

Aurora, releasing the blade with her bare foot, confirmed:

- We are not supporters of robbery!

Svetlana, cutting apart the enemies, chirped:

- You don"t need a knife to kill a fool...

Zoya squeaked, throwing needles with her bare, tanned legs:

- You'll lie to him like crazy!

Natasha, chopping up the Chinese, added:

- And do it with him for a penny!

And the warriors will take it and jump. They are so bloody and cool. In general, there is a lot of excitement in them.

Oleg Rybachenko looks very stylish in battle.

Margarita sang:

- The blow is strong, but the guy is interested...

The boy genius launched something like a helicopter propeller with his foot. He cut off a couple of hundred heads from the Chinese and squeaked:

- Quite sporty!

And both - a boy and a girl - in full openwork.

Oleg, chopping the yellow soldiers, gurgled:

- And there will be a great victory for us!

Margarita hissed in response:

- We kill everyone - with bare feet!

The girl really is such an active terminator.

Natasha sang on the offensive:

- In a holy war!

And the warrior launched a sharp boomerang disk. It flew in an arc and cut down a lot of Chinese.

Zoya added, continuing the destruction:

- It will be our victory!

And new needles flew from her bare feet. And they hit a lot of fighters.

The blonde girl said:

- Let's checkmate the enemy!

And she showed her tongue.

Aurora, waving her legs and throwing swastikas with sharp edges, gurgled6

- Imperial flag forward!

Svetlana readily confirmed:

- Glory to the fallen heroes!

And the girls shouted in unison, crushing the Chinese:

- Nobody will stop us!

And now the disks fly from the bare feet of the warriors. The meat is torn.

And again the howl:

- Nobody will defeat us!

Natasha flew into the air. She ripped apart her opponents and issued:

- We are she-wolves, roasting the enemy!

And from her bare fingers a very deadly disk will fly out.

The girl even twists in ecstasy.

And then he mutters:

- Our heels love fire!

Yes, the girls are really sexy.

Oleg Rybachenko gurgled:

- Oh, it"s early, the security gives it!

And he winked at the warriors. They laugh and bare their teeth in response.

Natasha chopped up the Chinese and squealed:

- There is no joy in our world without struggle!

The boy objected:

- Sometimes even fighting is not fun!

Natasha agreed:

- If you don"t have the strength, then yes...

But we warriors are always healthy!

The girl threw needles at her opponent with her bare toes and sang:

- A soldier is always healthy,

And ready for the feat!

After which Natasha again slashed at the enemies.

Zoya is a very fast stealer. She launched a whole barrel at the Chinese. And tore apart a couple of thousand with one explosion.

Then she squeaked:

- Don't stop, our heels are sparkling!

And the girl is in combat gear!

Aurora is not weak in battle either. This is how he thrashes the Chinese. As if it were being knocked out of a sheaf with chains.

And while chopping up his opponents, he sings:

- Beware, it will be good,

There will be a pie in the fall!

The red-haired devil really plows in battle, like a jack-in-the-box.

But how Svetlana fights. And the Chinese get it from her.

And if she hits, she hits.

Bloody splashes fly out from it.

Svetlana remarked harshly when splashes of metal that melted skulls flew from her bare feet:

- Glory to Russia, very much glory!

Tanks are rushing forward...

Division in red shirts -

Greetings to the Russian people!

So the girls took on the Chinese. So they are cut and shredded. Not warriors, but really panthers that have broken free from their chains.

Oleg is in battle and attacks the Chinese. He beats them without mercy and screams:

- We are like bulls!

Margarita, crushing the yellow army, picked up:

- We are like bulls!

Natasha took it and howled, cutting down the yellow fighters:

- You can"t lie!

Zoya tore the Chinese apart and squeaked:

- No, not by hand!

And he will also take and release the star with his bare foot.

Natasha took it and squeaked:

- Our TV is on fire!

And a killer bunch of needles flies from her bare leg.

Zoya, also crushing the Chinese, squeaked:

- Our friendship is monolithic!

And again it"s thrown so hard that circles blur in all directions. This girl is pure destruction of opponents.

The girl, with her bare toes, will take and launch three boomerangs. And this caused even more corpses.

After which the beauty will issue:

- We will not give mercy to the enemy! There will be a corpse!

And again the murderous thing flies off from the bare heel.

Aurora also quite logically remarked:

- Not just one corpse, but many!

After that, the girl took it and walked barefoot through the bloody puddles. And she killed a lot of Chinese.

And how it roars:

- Mass of murder!

And then he hits the Chinese general with his head. He will break his skull and give him:

- Banzai! You'll go to heaven!

Svetlana, very furious in her attack, squeaks:

- There will be no mercy for you!

And a dozen needles fly off from her bare fingers. How she punches everyone. And the warrior really tries to shred and kill.

Oleg Rybachenko squeaks:

- Nice hammer!

And the boy also throws such a cool star in the form of a swastika with his bare foot. An intricate hybrid.

And a lot of Chinese fell in.

Oleg roared:

- Banzai!

And the boy is on the wild attack again. No, power is simply seething in him, and volcanoes are gurgling!

Margarita on the move. He will rip everyone's stomachs open.

The girl will throw out fifty needles at once with her foot. And a lot of different kinds of enemies were killed.

Margarita sang in terms of cheerfulness:

- One, two! Grief is not a problem!

You should never be discouraged!

Keep your nose and tail high.

Know that a true friend is always with you!

This is such an aggressive company. The girl will thump and shout:

- The Dragon President will become a corpse!

Natasha is just some kind of terminator in battle. And she roared:

- Banzai! Get it quickly!

And a grenade flew off her bare foot. And it hits home for the Chinese. And it will blow it apart.

What a warrior! To all warriors - warrior!

Zoya is also on the offensive. Such a furious bitch.

And she took it and gurgled:

- Our Father is the White God himself!

And he"ll hit the Chinese with a triple mill!

And Aurora roared in response:

- And my God is black!

Indeed, the redhead is the very embodiment of deceit and meanness. For enemies, of course. And for her friends she is a darling.

And how he will take it and throw it with his bare toes. And there were a lot of warriors from the celestial empire.

The redhead shouted:

- Russia and the black God are behind us!

A warrior with very great combat potential. No, it"s better not to meddle under one of these.

Aurora hissed:

- We will grind all traitors into powder!

And winks at his partners. Yes, this fiery girl is not exactly something that can give peace. Except for the peace of death!

Svetlana, crushing her enemies, said:

- We'll kill you with a queue!

Aurora confirmed:

- We'll kill everyone!

And from her bare feet, the gift of total annihilation flies again!

Oleg sang in response:

- It will be a complete banzai!

Aurora, tearing apart the Chinese with her bare hands, slashing them with swords, and throwing needles with her bare toes, said:

- In short! In short!

Natasha, destroying the yellow warriors, squeaked:

- In short - banzai!

And let's chop down your opponents with wild ferocity.

Oleg Rybachenko, cutting apart his opponents, said:

- This gambit is not Chinese,

And believe me, the debut is Thai!

And again a sharp, metal-cutting disc flew from the boy"s bare foot.

Margarita, cutting down the warriors of the heavenly empire, sang:

- And who will we find in battle,

and who will we find in battle...

We won"t joke with that -

We'll tear you apart!

. CHAPTER No. 3.

After beating the Chinese, you can take a little rest. But alas, you don"t have much time to relax.

New yellow hordes are creeping in.

Oleg Rybachenko chops them down again and roars:

- In a holy war, Russians do not lose!

Margarita throws deadly presents with her bare toes and confirms:

- They never lose!

Oleg wanted to say something else...

But they were temporarily transported by a witch"s spell into another substance.

And Oleg Rybachenko became a pioneer in one of the German camps. And Margarita moved with him.

Well, you can"t fight with the Chinese all the time.

- Glory to the Motherland! - Pioneer Oleg Rybachenko repeated the cry, and silently endured the blow on his shoulders, although it fell exactly on one of the previous swollen scars. And from the second there was a complete cut - blood started pouring out! Margarita looked at Oleg Rybachenko in surprise and gratitude and asked him something in English. The child prodigy Oleg Rybachenko thought - he was probably asking again what I saw in my dream - is there synchronicity? The boy smiled back at his sister in arms and shrugged his shoulders, which were quite wide for a ten-year-old. Apparently, Margarita understood that Oleg Rybachenko simply wanted to show that he had not given up and did not understand what prompted him to yell in the style of a proletarian movie.

And not only him, but also this skinny, close-cropped Marat Kazei. But she nodded encouragingly to the courageous boy...

Oleg Rybachenko suddenly became offended and, suppressing the pain in his voice, remarked:

- Bravado is everything!

Margarita objected in a whisper:

- No, not bravado! It's like saying - the word stabs like a bayonet!

Oleg seriously remarked:

- It"s better to kill one fascist than to curse a hundred Krauts!

There was a noise, the roar of engines and a din, horsemen from the SS and executioner doctors jumped to the ground, unsaddled theirs, looking more like mutants than horses - animals. The prisoners were seated on the grass - in a chain. They checked the shackles: they were tightly bound. And Oleg Rybachenko was not too surprised to see exactly how one of the junior SS doctors approached him. In German he said rudely - baby primate, get up - pushing the pioneer boy with the toe of a soft boot into the thigh or even a little higher, along the kidneys. Oleg Rybachenko tensed... and then the cool Aurora intervened. The fiery devil (That"s what they called her in the troops because of her unnatural and bright red hair color and unfeminine endurance and strength!) explained something mockingly - and this mockery was not at Oleg. Apparently, the fascist doctor also felt it! The Nazi kicked Aurora in the muscular shoulder. She just giggled. Then the fascist hit with a roundhouse, sharply throwing his flexible back onto the daring girl. Oleg was jerked sideways by the shock. Aurora immediately sat down again and silently showed her shackled hands. The fat professor called out to his younger colleague, and he suddenly looked down. Then he broke a branch of dry heather and showed it to Oleg Rybachenko. He waved it in front of his nose - the boy involuntarily recoiled. The fascist doctor again pretended to take an armful, shook his head, and made some strange movement. It"s hard to understand, it"s as if an SS man is eating with a spoon...

Oleg Rybachenko angrily blurted out in German:

- You can"t express yourself in human words.

Fritz hatched: subhuman, knows the language of the master race?

Young Rybachenko Jr. realized that he had betrayed himself in vain, that he had revealed something that was better kept secret, but... The word is not a sparrow - if you miss it, you won"t catch it. True, the fat, burly doctor assumed an indifferent look, and the word was overshadowed by the German phrase the boy had uttered. He repeated the previous gesture again and showed a folded armful.

And Oleg Rybachenko understood - they were sending him as a servant to fetch firewood...

I didn"t want to be beaten again after my proud refusal. And you can"t miss the chance.

Well, why break the pride of a centurion, or rather a patrician? The thought of escape, of course, came - it arrived immediately as soon as the heavy handcuffs clicked under the large key. Although it might be more logical to say that she never left at all! But the little thought turned out to be like a frightened rabbit running in the headlights, not knowing that it had already, in fact, been caught. And also - as soon as Oleg Rybachenko left the parking lot - the boy saw that a werewolf-wolf was following him. One of those strange trained mutants that guard the column brought by the SS. At the same time, no one from the convoy pointedly looks in the direction of the barefoot boy hastily climbing the scree. Although Oleg Rybachenko felt that most likely a hidden camera was filming his movements. It"s amazing how much the Krauts have advanced technically. If our people do not respond with dignity, then it will be bad.

The rocky scree painfully pricked the already withered soles of the children's defenseless feet. Severely bruised feet have already begun to become rough, but this process is quite painful when you step on sharp stones. Oleg groaned quietly, trying not to show that he was in pain and not to look at the blood appearing again. But then it was as if he was overwhelmed by a tsunami of the inexplicable.

Fear instantly, and inexplicably, deprived the pioneer boy of his own thoughts and desires. I just wanted to turn towards the werewolf(?). Under the gaze of the inhuman eyes of the Nazi beast, Oleg Rybachenko involuntarily froze and froze. But immediately the freshly minted pioneer was enveloped in a blazing heat, and the boy began to move like a machine gun from a factory. I broke the dry trunks of birches and cypresses growing in the crevices, not yet green after the winter - a lot, I could barely drag them. He put it in a large, transparent bag and dragged it away, not distinguishing the road to the parking lot.

During the journey, Oleg Rybachenko desperately tried to overcome the horror that deprived him of courage. Is he a pioneer, an excellent student or not! But this one resembled an attempt by an inept swimmer to stay on the water. It will emerge, then it will overwhelm you again...

The werewolf followed him: from time to time, stopping and sniffing at the barefoot footprints left by the boy.

The pioneer genius felt relief from the wave of horror only when he returned to the camp.

The vile fascist monsters didn"t seem to even look at Oleg Rybachenko. Although in fact a couple of SS men did not lower their gaze. Only when he put down what he had brought, the senior doctor-executioner, with a quick glance, threw something to the boy... hey! Oleg finally came to his senses. He grabbed it greedily, thinking that maybe for work they would give him a chocolate bar or something in addition to his rations. And hatched - they lay there, flint and armchair. The flint turned out to be, most likely, quartz. And the chair looks like a piece of a file. The developed pioneer Oleg knew in theory how to use all this and even tried it with interest, just like the Robinsons of Polesie... if not for strange circumstances.

Oleg touched the damp branches with his foot, then with his hand and shook his head.

"Tinder..." the pioneer said quietly in Russian, suddenly coughed and repeated. - You need tinder. - And with difficulty I resisted switching to German speech. - It won't catch fire.

Oleg looked at them... It is unclear why the Fritz, who had lighters and matches and probably even carried a flamethrower, needed this old-fashioned method of making fire. They want to test the ingenuity of the pioneers. Are they taking measurements of the mental development of Soviet people? Or are they trivially mocking a captive boy? Who will understand them, these seem to be from another planet!

The Nazis looked at each other and bared their teeth. The strangest and... and creepiest thing for Oleg Rybachenko is that their faces turned out to be not angry, not cruel, not even mocking! Very curious people seem to be looking at a strange animal; the senior professor, as if he had deliberately taken off his glasses, showed especially keen interest. Not a bit of indifference, it"s so interesting how scientists follow the experiment.

Oleg Rybachenko repeated in a whisper, trying to control the excitement in his voice:

- Everything got damp during the winter! It won't work!

There is more feigned rather than sincere misunderstanding in the eyes, but again without anger. But then one of the young men - not the one who unchained Oleg - grumbling, stood up, stretched, and rubbed his butt, which had been knocked against the saddle, while the rest of the SS men laughed... Oleg was not too surprised that some of the Germans use horses to move - there is a shortage of fuel. Although for some reason the transports are crawling after them? The enemy Nazi brought a box from the folded saddles, from which he took something... The pioneer thought it was cotton wool, but no. It looks vaguely like a lump of thin threads. Oleg Rybachenko, taking it in his hands, realized - dry moss.

Again, the pioneer-prodigy was surprised why this was a Fritz, and even a doctor was carrying grass in the plowing... Maybe this moss is not so simple?

Well, stop thinking, your head hurts. You have to seem simpler and stupider than you are. Oddly enough, the tinder began to work immediately - Oleg did not hit the flint on the chair, but smoothly scraped (I read somewhere) - and sparks rained down in a hail. And he had been able to build fires (now he had built a regular "hut") for several years, most of his life. Soon the fire was dancing with all its might - the birch was burning well and was damp. Here the young SS guards became animated and began driving metal risers into the ground on the sides of the fire.

And Oleg Rybachenko"s head went spinning, something extremely caustic crawled into his nose and instantly disconnected his consciousness from reality. But all at once a vision of stunning realism came over me.

Even the child"s personality changed; he imagined himself as an unfortunate orphan, with living parents. Moreover, mom and dad didn"t abandon him - they deprived their ancestors of their rights for debts and sent the boy to a correctional or prison shelter. No guilt, but since your parents are in debt, then according to a court decision in a dictatorial, space empire, you are a juvenile criminal.

The orphanage was located in an industrial area of the capital and really resembled a prison. There are bars and barracks everywhere. In a realistic vision, Oleg Rybachenko spent the night on poorly planed wooden bunks. Nearby lay other boys, both human and alien. There are no blankets, mattresses, or pillows; the exhausted and often beaten body lies on a bare tree. Moreover, at night they chain their legs to prevent them from escaping. There are about a hundred children in the cell, it"s very stuffy, their bodies are sweaty, beaten nearby in the corner of the latrine, there"s not even a sewer. And this is in the Power, whose starships roam the expanses of the galaxy, and whose flags crown tens of thousands of inhabited worlds! However, the guys try to relieve themselves on the street; work takes them about two-thirds of the day. The hardest work is considered to be in the workshop, dusty and tedious. It makes your back and arms terribly tired, and your vision starts to blur; the operations are simple, but labor-intensive and require repetitions. More enjoyable work, outdoors in the field or on a construction site. They try to alternate children in various work processes so that they are less tired and get some relaxation. But the body still hurts, many boys, in the orphanage - almost half of the people moan in their sleep.

Oleg Rybachenko is tossing and turning nervously, the chain is ringing, the ring has rubbed his leg until it bleeds. The siren sounds, it means getting up and going to work. The child's body has not yet rested, other boys - the naked human race and the furry offspring of other worlds - are struggling to get up. The fatigue accumulated over months of slavery gives off a dull ache in the muscles. The chains, controlled by a built-in chip, fly off your feet automatically; they are made of a very durable alloy that cannot be sawed through. The overseers appear and menacing shouts sound.

The boys are taken to wash, it won"t take much time, the water from the tanks is rusty. Oleg Rybachenko rinses his mouth and splashes it to wash away the sweat. There is no ventilation in the cell, and sleep in a sweat-smelling room cannot be refreshed. After which they are taken to breakfast; they have to eat while standing; young prisoners have no use for chairs. They feed on bread and silage, meat is expensive and is not suitable for children, so they prefer to melt the pasture. However, the horse is a vegetarian, but how it works is that the predators, having eaten the meat, go to bed. Next to Oleg is his friend Timur. In this vision, or rather in another reality, both of them are twelve years old, a turning point age for strong boys, when it is very difficult to come to terms with their slave lot.

Timur, drinking nettle juice in a poorly washed glass, said with a groan:

- And back to work in this workshop! I don't want!

"I don"t want to stand and repeat the same movement ten thousand times." - Oleg Rybachenko answered, shivering from unpleasant memories.

- Maybe we can ask for field work! - Timur dreamily looked at the sky, where three stars were shining on this planet at once. - In particular, remove crucian carp and peaches. They are so tasty, especially those with golden fins, and even if the warden doesn"t look greedily, you can still pick something and put it in your mouth.

Oleg Rybachenko sighed heavily:

"I would also prefer just such a job in the lap of gentle nature." - And then the embodied pioneer began to have more fun. - The observation robot can be deceived; most of the monitoring equipment has already been stolen!

Breakfast is over, and they are being taken to the wiring...

Children are lined up on the parade ground, the boys of the human race try to stay together, the aliens keep the formation according to their height. They are divided into squads according to age and size. There are boys from five to sixteen years old, as well as furry and scaly youngsters from other worlds.

The only thing they have in common is their clothing, or rather the almost complete absence of it, just shorts with an identification number on the boys.

The empire treats them according to the principle of squeezing more benefit for itself from those who are no longer considered citizens! Savings in everything, on clothes, shoes, however, some boys, even in their free lives, never knew shoes.

But they often got hit with sticks and rubber strips on their bare heels. Their heads are shaved, they have a sauna every two weeks where they are scalded. Then they immediately shave it off with a blunt clipper; not much has had time to grow back. The boys march barefoot on sharp stones. If Oleg is accustomed to this and his roughened foot does not feel pain, then the smallest children bruise their heels and bare toes until they bleed.

The entire guard consists of aliens representing the most cruel races in the universe, only the head of the orphanage, the elderly Frau Pontuss, looks with her brutal, sadistic eyes.

The tiger-rhino, acting as a supervisor, gives instructions on where someone will work today, or rather work until they lose consciousness. Oleg, lowering his bony shoulders, looks at the second half of the yard. There are girls there, from little ones to almost adults. Dressed like beggars in holey rags made from the coarsest linen. The faces are dry, the eyes seem large and sad. The shirt is short, from under it skinny but sinewy legs are visible. The girls are also barefoot and, without exception, have their heads shaved. This was apparently done in order to humiliate them, to once again show that they are nothing. But it"s not criminals gathered here at all - unfortunate abandoned children.

Here they announce that a group of boys are to go to a sewing workshop, to work in the most tedious and grueling field. Here Timur cannot stand it and shouts with anguish:

- I don"t want to work like that! Send me to the plantation or garden.

The boys froze, their tanned, thin bodies tensed.

Pontuss was clearly delighted at the new reason for execution:

- Yesterday you behaved quietly, and I was afraid that your family would be left without an object lesson. Why would the boy be run through the gauntlet five times?

Excitement ran through the rows of children.

- That's exactly it. - The warden said in a peremptory tone. - Hand out the rods to everyone.

The blows were inflicted with special barbed rods. They were usually plucked from the bushes by the boys themselves during periods when there was no work. However, it"s true that even then the children were forced, even if it was not useful for the empire, to do the work, for example, to dig a hole for half a day and bury it for half a day.

Oleg Rybachenko looked at his children"s hands; their fingers were calloused.

Automatically, the guys dismantled the bars; it seemed to Oleg that they were instruments of torture - they were burning his fingers, and his legs were heavy. He didn't want to hit his friend, but he didn't have the courage to object. He saw almost nothing and painfully hit his big toe on a lying cobblestone. Oddly enough, the feeling of pain helped me gather myself and the fog before my eyes cleared. The step became firmer, although the finger turned blue.

They were lined up in a semicircle in a long line. Timur was tied with his hands to the sticks and his shoulders were twisted to make it easier to beat the guilty boy. The guys squint and try to look away. By order of Frau Pontuss, they splashed the brine, sprinkling blue salt on the skinny but sinewy back. Judging by the way the boy winced, it began to burn.

The head of the orphanage smacked her lips:

- Now you all will learn a lesson. Hit harder, whoever cheats will be doomed to punishment.

The assistant in this case, the rhinoceros rat, bared his fangs:

- We'll deal with them quickly! The monster muttered.

The boy was moved between the rows. The boys slowly lifted the bars and the first blows fell on Timur"s back. Judging by the scars on his back and sides, the boy had been punished more than once, so he just sighed and began to breathe heavily, like all the boys, trying to hold back his screams.

- Hit harder! - Pontuss shouted. - Let him scream.

The first blows were struck by the smallest boys, who simply did not have enough strength to cause serious pain. But then the older boys started beating me. The child's back was cut with red stripes and blood dripped. The pain, intensified by blue salt, made Timura scream, he even fell, a board was driven into the nails below and pricked his chest.

- No need! - The boy screamed. - I will work wherever you say.

- Of course you will! - Pontuss answered. - But first, a spanking.

Yesterday's comrades were too excited and beat their yesterday's brother. Both people and aliens beat with equal ferocity. The boy screamed, his bare feet leaving bloody footprints. The rhinoceros rat snapped and hit the boy on his bare, tanned legs with his club. He wanted to cause more pain to the boy. The blow hit the sinewy ankles, and the next one hit the heels. Timur squealed and sagged. Then the torturer stuck a thick needle into the buttock, pouring liquid.

- Right! - Pontuss said. "Now he would rather die than pass out." No one will escape punishment.

Oleg Rybachenko stood almost at the very end of the line, and it seemed to him that the blows of a whip fell on him. Timur was let down, the boy himself only twitched, screamed and cried. The round face turned crimson with pain, it was distorted by a grimace of suffering.

Seeing Oleg, he whispered with pale lips:

- Have mercy!

The boy hesitated: froze.

The rhinoceros rat shouted:

- Well, what are you worth! Hit!

Oleg Rybachenko replied:

- No I can not! He is my friend!

The rhinoceros rat bared its teeth:

- Do you want the same to happen to you?

Oleg trembled and turned pale:

- No, but!

Pontuss interrupted him:

- Enough! The boy signed his own death sentence. What are you worth, muckers? Give him a good dose and hang him on the rack for others to admire.

Oleg was pushed out of the ranks and pulled towards the box. The boy tried to resist, but the rhino tigers dealt with him like a kitten. My arms were twisted painfully, my bones crunched. They laid him on the boards, the boy felt the roughness of the points of protruding nails on his cheek and stomach. They pierced the muscles, the chest, the chin, the front of the thighs, the knees. My cheek was scratched until it bled.

- Oh, don't! - Oleg asked.

- Necessary! - Said the rhinoceros rat, so that there would be an example for everyone.

The boy felt brine being poured onto his back, and then salt being sprinkled on him. It stings like mustard plasters. Oleg winced, his calloused feet were smeared (the last time in that strange memory that surfaced in this vision was putting on sandals about six years ago), they almost immediately began to itch wildly. The rhinoceros rat stuck a needle into the buttock, it pricked roughly and painfully, the burning liquid entered inside.

- Now you will feel very terrible, and you will not lose consciousness. - The monster croaked, grinning his face, he would have stuttered even the producer of a horror film!

- For what? - The innocently imprisoned child moaned. - For Christ's sake, show mercy.

The rhinoceros rat, spraying poisonous saliva, replied:

- I don"t believe in these fairy tales about the good Jesus! In general, if there is a God, then he is evil and cruel. And the more evil and suffering you cause to your neighbor, the more power and bliss you will receive in the next world.

- Absurd! - He said, turning pale with horror, what if God really is such a boy.

- You'll see! - The spawn of cosmic Tartarus giggled. - But don"t get your hopes up, you won"t die today.

Pontuss commanded in a barking tone:

- Get started! Let him remember the kisses of the whip for eternity!

The captured pioneer prodigy trembled when he heard a piercing whistle, and then there was a strong shock that caused the skin on his back to burst. The rhinoceros rats hit hard, but at the same time restrained their force so as not to kill. A scream escaped from the boy"s throat, he shuddered, and a tear appeared. Having bitten his lip until it bled, the boy restrained himself. A moment later there was another blow, shaking the whole body. Oleg Rybachenko took a deep breath, the pain, intensified by salt and brine, was unbearable.

Pontuss shouted:

- Continue!

Whistle and blows again! Cuts right down to the bone. The boy was burned to the very insides. It felt like they were beating my stomach. Despite his best efforts, some of the scream leaked out from behind his tightly clenched lips.

- Mother!

Strikes again! Along the back, between the sharp shoulder blades, and finally, along the bare heels. The boy screams, he no longer has the strength to restrain himself. The scream erupts like a volcano from the throat and what appears to be the nose. Pontuss is pleased:

- Now I see that you are beating him honestly. Hit him well, but don't kill him!

With each blow the pain becomes stronger. Tears mix with blood and fall onto the trestle bed. The bloody stripes on his back connect, merge into a crimson mess, the boy"s thin white bones begin to become exposed. Oleg Rybachenko is suffocating, he lacks air, the wire dug into his bent ankles. Bare heels hum from the shock, rough calloused skin does not yield immediately, but droplets of blood still appear. The blows intensify, it seems that lightning passes along the nerve endings all the way to the spine. The other boys are silent, their conscience does not allow them to approve, and fear of reprisals does not allow them to condemn. You can see how the boys' heads are bowed, but their eyes are watching the execution. Curious and nerve-wracking, most have already been spanked in a similar or more sophisticated way. You think if only it"s not me, and sometimes there"s malice in your thoughts: he screams, but of course he would have stood it, not such a weakling as Oleg.

The beating is already on bare bones, the back, sides, thighs are a continuous wound. If it weren't for the stimulant injection, the boy would have been screwed to death - he would have died from painful shock. And so he plunged into something worse than Dante"s Inferno. This is when every molecule, every cell, every vein is saturated with nightmarish pain.

Pioneer Oleg Rybachenko desperately tried to distract himself from the pain. Remembering his parents, the happy era of distant childhood, he seemed to push off with his feet, from the red-hot bubbling lava of suffering, but it sucked him in again, covering him completely. So they sailed through the ocean of torture, dreaming of death as a deliverer from torment. I remembered the words of the Revelation of St. John. - And they will want to die, but they cannot. This is the fate that awaits sinners who torture children. The Lord will reward them a hundredfold, and the most important punishment, as Jesus says in the Gospel of Matthew, will be eternal. And some will go into eternal life, others into eternal torment. This at least somehow consoles us, it awakens hatred for enemies, the desire to survive and win. The boy manages to shout out:

- You will pay for this, you will answer for every child"s shed tear on the day of God"s Judgment.

- Shut up, bitch! - The rhinoceros rat roars.

- You can"t choke the truth. - The pioneer exhaled.

- Get more!

They beat him again, putting all their fury into it, breaking bones, but the pain has already reached such a threshold that it simply cannot become stronger. This is iron that can be heated to a certain temperature, and then it spreads.

Pontuss understands this, the old woman (or rather, she looks no more than forty years old, but in reality has exceeded a couple of centuries) has a lot of experience as executioners:

- Well, that's enough! Otherwise he will die! We will treat the prisoner a little and subject him to torture using a computer. I just have a program called "torture of the Olympians."

The rhinoceros rat, yawning deliberately, says:

-Where is he going now? To the infirmary?

- No on the rack! - The warden cut off without appeal. Let it hang as a warning to others. Give only injections to support the heart. And let Timur be driven through the line again, and let him receive the rest of the blows from you. There is no time to create a spectacle. Need to work!

The foreigner with the whip tilted his head and wiggled his furry ears:

- I obey, mistress. Well, run him again.

Timur was hit with new blows. This time, no one dared to object. There was not the slightest desire to fall into the hands of the executioners. Timur screams and falls. He is picked up and beaten again. The second series of strikes is already coming to an end. Only a few boys remained. One of them is the oldest, about sixteen years old, with a goatee already emerging and a mustache visible. He clearly hesitates, strikes, but does it easily, barely touching.

Frau Pontuss is furious:

- Hang this lazy young man on a rack and tie a stone to his feet. Let him suffer.

The boy is grabbed, he tenses his sculpted muscles, the fruit of hard work, and shouts:

- Well, what are you looking at, guys, beat them!

The boys shudder, a rumble sweeps through the ranks, but they lack the determination to rush at their tormentors.

The young man is being dragged, each rhinoceros rat is at least seven times heavier than him. There is no point in fighting back. But then events occur at the level of those that change the fate of the empire. Two shots rang out and the rhinoceros rats fell, the backs of the monsters were cut, deep craters gaped. The young man freed himself and fell, but immediately jumped up shouting:

- You see, there is God's justice.

Appearing like an angel from the darkness, the golden-haired girl, so similar to her sister in arms Margarita, answered:

- More likely even human. Know that a deal with the Devil does not guarantee heaven on Earth and a warm place in hell. Relying on Satan is like sitting in the electric chair!

The second fiery Aurora loudly:

- What's going on here is the stuff of a horror movie. Do this with children. Get the boy off the rack.

Oleg Rybachenko shook his head and... woke up. She did not lie down during the vision, but simply stood still...

And quite a bit of time passed. The Nazis were still engaged

Food preparation. But this terrible intoxication that arose when the SS doctors inhaled the smoke from the strange moss seemed by no means brief.

Oleg Rybachenko immediately thought why it didn"t work on these Krauts. They don't seem to have filter masks, do they? And why is there such a nightmare in this hallucination? What are they doing with it?

But the Nazis themselves behaved quite naturally, they even became somehow friendlier, hinting that they might eat with us.

They really pulled in a pair of hefty thighs from a cow stolen from local residents. Then one Nazi dragged a hefty cauldron, and the second fascist, together with Oleg, went to fetch water. Again, it seemed strange to the inquisitive pioneer that there were two leather buckets, and ordinary metal or wood at worst. Moreover, one SS man, which was also not quite typical, was dragged by himself.

The pioneer was not quite confident on his feet, the blows during this execution felt too real, and Lomonosov"s descendant guessed that behind this there was something more than a simple or even not a simple hallucination.

Water flowed a hundred paces from the camp, a silver stream sparkling with crystal from under two stones overhanging the balcony. Oleg Rybachenko greedily poked his head towards her. The boy only now realized that everything inside had been baked into stone, or more precisely into coal. He greedily leaned into the pleasant coolness and... got it in the ear.

One of the SS men, hiding behind a rocky wall, clicked something on the panel of a complex instrument and giggled like a rat.

The blow was delivered by the fascist without malice, but with such force that Oleg was thrown onto the stones, he stopped hearing in his left ear, and this side of his head was really numb.

The brute doctor in a robe and a gold chain laughed and roared:

- Boxing! Boxing!

. CHAPTER No. 4.

The pioneer boy jumped up and rushed at the young SS man. Aiming for the gut with a deceptive right hand, and cunningly hiding behind the left. He still attended a couple of boxing classes, but his memory is absolute. For example, a deceptive blow and a sharp half uppercut and half side left hand. Then the body, thigh, abs, and even leg extension are included in the blow. And - most importantly, usually boxers, when fighting a right-hander, do not expect a blow with an investment from the left hand. The surprise factor worked, Oleg Rybachenko did it! The young and well-trained SS man did not know that Oleg, although not left-handed, could throw the "gun" from the left. And he caught a hook in the jaw. And it"s cool - the SS soldier managed to stay on his feet only because he fell backwards into a sheer boulder... And the weight of a half-starved boy was not enough to bring down a selected soldier. The SS doesn"t take weaklings!

If Oleg Rybachenko had been a more experienced fighter in this move, he would probably have gone for a series of finishing moves. But the skill is not praise, and neither are the physical characteristics.

But he did a good job, especially considering that the punch was not practiced in training, and Oleg Rybachenko himself, despite his great natural abilities, treated boxing with coldness.

Now he even regretted that he had not signed up for the section where coach Faranenko said - you will grow up to be a big guy, but with the quick reaction time of a lightweight. Soon the USSR will participate in the Olympic Games - and you could fight for a medal with dignity!

What do you say? Oleg Rybachenko responded to this like this:

"I"d rather save my head for things that are more useful for the country than cleaning each other"s dimes!" For example, if you make a tractor that runs on sawdust, or even ordinary garbage, then much more

It will be beneficial to the Fatherland!

But now the boy himself has received a thorough education.

Oleg Rybachenko had never been beaten like that before in his life. The adult SS man quickly crushed the organized resistance of a ten-year-old boy, albeit tall for his age (which he nevertheless showed and hit successfully a couple of times) and skillfully hammered with his fists - raised the fallen man and hit him again. When Oleg Rybachenko stopped resisting (That is, he almost lost consciousness, that is, there are still thoughts in your head, you are not in darkness, but your body no longer obeys. Anyone who fought seriously in the ring probably knows what it"s like to be in grog.). The fascist allowed him to fall and, strangely, did not hit the fallen man even once. However, the executioner doctor shouted something to him in an anagram language. He filled a bucket and poured water on his broken face.

The feeling of a drowning kitten, and the water from the freshly melted ice is so cold - just winter swimming!

Oleg shook himself, stood up and spat on his boot with blood from his left cheek, which had burst from the inside. The SS man did not beat him any more - he suddenly sighed, considering what kind of troops the monster served in, surprisingly, almost sympathetically, and began to draw water himself into buckets made with crocodile leather (also apparently such extravagance was not easy) ...

Rybachenko Jr. noted this circumstance, which is good and bad at the same time. The good thing is that they will not be killed, at least until the experiment is brought to its logical conclusion. True, the finish may turn out to be very close and perhaps deliverance from torment! The bad thing is that they will be heavily guarded and in order to escape, in fact, one must use brilliant ingenuity!

Soon Oleg Rybachenko became convinced that being guinea pigs meant having certain advantages compared to other prisoners of war.

It turned out that both captives and captives would be given hot food. They respected it, which means that the SS guards had long ago devoured something from the cans and were simply lying around on some mats, noisy or sleeping. Well, the wolf werewolves wandered around - either they were hunting, or they were on patrol, or both. However, Oleg was not happy about this. He lay on the crossed bare legs of Aurora and another young girl (shouldn"t he fall on the damp, still cold ground?) and hissed - Margarita wiped his face with the edge of the sailor suit taken from Oleg Rybachenko, soaked in melt water, saying approvingly:

- You have now become a real man. Lost with fists, won with fools!

Aurora suggested:

- Yes, I"ll massage his face, the cut will heal faster.

Oleg Rybachenko smiled through force. Very unnatural. He felt sick to the point of dancing devils with plasma skates on their hooves. And at the same time... did he feel more cheerful now? I was a little afraid of continuing: now they"ll lay me out on the stones and give me a hearty beating with whips, or maybe they"ll try it with fire. But the Nazis didn"t even look here, and talked about something in their bird dialect, taking turns tasting from the cauldron.

Margarita whispered in my ear:

- Of course, you"re great... But be more cunning! When the strong seem weak and vice versa!

Oleg Rybachenko muttered:

- Unfortunately, there is no point in pretending to be weak, because it is so!

Well, they hit him hard on the horns... In addition to the cut cheeks, they were also wobbly, although not much, the bones were strong - two teeth. My ribs were raw and my ears were aching.

However, the execution during the fantastic vision caused much more suffering.

"That"s enough, okay," Oleg Rybachenko pushed away Aurora"s long fingers with his newly shackled hands and sat down with the hem of his sailor suit. I shuddered. - No, it got cold. And I want to eat...

How, after all, consciousness depends on being - you will involuntarily become a Marxist. If only you survive!

Prison gruel was plopped into aluminum bowls - they were transported in one of the armored transports. But there were no spoons. Apparently, it was believed that the slaves would eat the thick porridge anyway. Or they decided to make fun of them, because these spoons are not in such short supply. Well... that's better!

You become a real savage - the boy burst out laughing and immediately covered his mouth so as not to get it.

The porridge turned out to be buckwheat mixed with pearl barley - thick, almost unsalted and, of course, without meat or anything similar, well, maybe they added a little fish for flavor. It"s just an almost empty mixture of two grains (and they gobbled it up with smoked meat, judging by the smell). But the pioneer boy"s stomach had long ago been brought to its limit: so that his hunger subsided a little, returning only at the sight of porridge, but with triple strength.

True, it was bad to eat - a couple of times the hot mixture got on the inside of the wounded cheek, and the pain brought tears to my eyes - but what is that?! And the "bracelets" got in the way, Oleg Rybachenko twitched his hands, angrily threw sparks from his eyes around him... and at some point he realized that from one of these jerks his right hand got into the ring halfway!

It"s incredible - did the SS screw up in such a primitive way? If only we could get rid of wolves trained as punishers!

Oleg Rybachenko died. He immediately forced himself to chew, covering himself with a bowl. And with his right hand he twisted it until the hardened steel cut into the skin completely unbearably.

Looks like not everyone in the SS is so cool!

And he realized that he might be able to pull his hand out. A ring designed for a larger hand - a man's or a local youth's, maybe even an older boy who worked a lot. But for the sweaty hands of pre-teen boy Oleg Rybachenko, the trap turned out to be wide.

The boy whispered:

- Victory awaits! Victory awaits! Those who want to break the shackles! The grandfathers defeated the Krauts! We will kill them too like game!

Aurora, looking tenderly at Oleg Rybachenko, smoothly pushed his hand back (blood appeared on his hand from a wide cut and abrasion). The second neighbor at that moment moved to cover what was happening. Oleg looked the fiery devil in the eyes, she winked. And she also began to drill her eyes point-blank with emerald lasers, like a cobra - incessantly. Then she shook her head and quietly pointed at the werewolf-wolves. Then, without ceasing to eat, directly grabbing with her scarlet lips from the cup standing on her raised knee, she lowered her hands and began to draw winding lines turning into waves on the wet ground.

Oleg Rybachenko did not understand anything, but a victory song was already starting to sound in his head;

Young, sweet, pure;

Country of Red Soviets!

The sun rises radiant,

Given with my heart!

Our lakes are clear,

Stormy crystal river!

Boys are running around with a ball,

Run up the hill together!

The chest is bursting with air,

There is spring in every blade of grass!

I turn to the Lord

May evil and misfortune blow us away!

It's a tough time,

Fascism has invaded Rus'!

Let's forge something new for battle,

Let communism reign!

Together we always get into trouble,

We are like a clenched fist!

The cavalry used to gallop

Well, now a steel tank!

Lenin's great cause,

We will continue as is!

Stalin the wise genius,

What he taught us to win!

And finally, I"ll tell you,

Whoever passes is the loser!

I"ll express my thought more precisely,

The finale is coming soon!

After such sand, it already seemed to Oleg Rybachenko that the sea was knee-deep! And the mountains are definitely shoulder-deep!

The girls also perked up and whispered from ear to ear. Everyone had hope.

The descendant of Lomonosov and Stenka Razin puffed out his cheeks and then groaned - the damned cut hurt.

What if you manage to escape?! Oleg Rybachenko quickly looked to the side, as if his thoughts could (and who knows, if they can send, glitches, it"s not known what kind of equipment they have!) could be overheard by the SS guards.

The fiery devil with a hellish sparkle in her eyes touched the steel rings on the hands of the pioneer boy and nodded approvingly: they say, yes, we can try! This is clear even without discussion and without unnecessary words.

A warrior with fox-colored hair whispered:

- Even if one survives... There will be someone to take revenge on!

But immediately Oleg Rybachenko became internally petrified, as if frozen. And one simple thought froze him: he would twist his arms. And then... and then it will be necessary to help the other girls free themselves. Otherwise, he is not an excellent pioneer, but who is?!

I remembered the words: the leader is not the one who goes forward himself! And who walks and helps others!

And who are they to you - such beautiful girls with broken little legs that bleed. Something inside the young Leninist rebelled - with the roar of thousands, a tornado rebelled! If it works, run as fast as you can and...

In fact, if you are going to run, then there will be no other chance. Otherwise, it is a betrayal.

He again met the eyes of first Margarita, and then Aurora, who, also clearly cheerful, was licking the bowl with taste. And she, sticking her nose out of the bowl, winked.

- We are not holding you! - Fire devil added. - If you leave, you will definitely come for help!

Oleg Rybachenko nodded and answered:

- I swear! An honest pioneer, I will contact the partisans and they will save you!

Well, that"s what we decided! What happened next became much more prosaic. It was also good that it wasn"t Oleg who got to wash the bowls - apparently they either were afraid to unshackle him again or decided to let the girls do the hard work. It"s nothing, but it"s nice in this situation. The bad thing is that we had to go again, and when these fascists calm down. They cannot find anything more or less stable.

It"s chilling a little, and although the wind has calmed down, the clouds have risen and cold rain has begun to fall from them. The SS men now seem to be even happy, although they and their werewolf wolves reeked of a wet stench.

It was a lot of walking. This is the world here - the special microclimate of Crimea. Usually not rainy, but in this case with gusts of wind.

The girls had already slept a lot and the cold invigorated them.

And for some reason Oleg Rybachenko wanted to sleep, his eyes were treacherously stuck together.

Yes, such a weight, as if a hundred-ton carcass was pressing on you and you couldn"t breathe deeply.

"Oh, I"ll get sick," thought Oleg Rybachenko, heavily moving his legs, which again began to stiffen. - I"m sure I"ll get sick now, but what then? The Nazis definitely won"t take aspirin or inject penicillin, and they"ll probably even spare honey. Or is it not? Will they save it for experiments? Where are we poor fellows going now?!

Once again, the reality of rain and suffering faded away, and he fell asleep as he walked. Which is probably only good in this situation;

Cosmic, in a sense, is a battle;

Pioneers Dmitry and Oleg Rybachenko, as excellent students and outstanding athletes, received the right to represent their country, the USSR, in friendly boxing competitions organized between children's sports clubs of the USSR and Germany. Both countries are still considered allies, and rumors of an impending war have subsided. Indeed, German troops have retreated from the border, and the Wehrmacht is leading a victorious offensive in Africa, and has already conquered Egypt, and they have just reported the capture of Gibraltar. Due to this, Stalin personally congratulated the Fuhrer!

There are no words for a delusional vision, but what does not happen in the universe. Oleg catches himself thinking that - again inspired by the artificial influence of some rays or something else. But everything is so real that there is no strength to resist this obsession.

So, you can safely fly to an almost friendly country. In the German press they say only good things about the Soviet Union, and communism is even considered a fraternal ideology to National Socialism. Moreover, a movement similar to Stakhanovsky appeared...

Dmitry and Oleg Rybachenko are boxers from the youngest age group; they are only eleven years old, the lower limit for performing in competitions. But they are quite large boys for their age, and not yet in an era of such rapid acceleration as at the end of the twenty-first century.

Oleg, however, is smaller, thinner, in a lighter weight category, but very fast. Dmitry is larger, broader in bone, and the heroic youth could look at least fourteen.

Boys also differ in hair color. Olezhek is as fair as a snowball, a natural blond. Dmitry with brown hair, brown-haired. Oleg is a few months younger, and with his round face looks like just a child, and Dmitry is simply handsome, worthy of a propaganda poster. Girls are already staring at him, not believing that he is just such a big boy.

However, Oleg Rybachenko is much more erudite than Dmitry, although both boys are very smart and get straight A's in their grades. After all, in a Soviet country, good athletes must be excellent students.

The rest of the guys are older, but up to eighteen years old, although a couple of heroes are a good two meters tall and weigh about a hundredweight...

Boxers, the best young personnel of the country... And the champions of Germany and the countries under its control will fight with them... Among children, of course, or juniors.

They fly non-stop on the largest passenger airliner of the Third Reich on the Moscow-Berlin route.

Boxers sit separately, but there are also wrestlers, weightlifters, football players, and swimmers. All juniors and excellent characteristics. Stalin ordered that our new generation, born under Soviet rule, show its best and not lose face. And, of course, everyone is eager to fight...

Dmitry asked Oleg:

-Have you drawn up a tactical plan for the battle?

The pioneer boy replied:

- I have a dozen plans for each enemy... But I must first look at him, and only then make a decision... A personal approach to each, the slightest movement and the specifics, including the physiological structure of the enemy, dictate a purely individual tactic.

Dmitry snorted contemptuously:

- But I do it much simpler! Without tactics, I rush at the enemy, hit harder and more often and break.

Oleg Rybachenko noted:

- There are few guys at your age as large and physically developed as you. Therefore, the pressure tactics work. You can just coast along. But here I am, almost of normal height, maybe a little above average, and to become the champion of the USSR, such a huge country, pressure alone is not enough. You can"t defeat an enemy with brute force; he also trains, leads a healthy lifestyle, eats right, and studies tactics. And here you need to beat him like in a game of chess. Sometimes even sacrificing something for the sake of swearing.

Dmitry objected harshly:

- And my opponents are training, and in the finals, the boy was even larger and heavier than me. A lot depends on how you train. Some people think that you can work until exhaustion to become an Olympic champion in two weeks... This is a misconception. After all, the most important thing in sports training is not so much to give a super load, but to produce a super recovery. But there is the right individually selected set of exercises and the most important thing is subsequent recovery and strength gain... After which you carry out the fight in one breath, throwing out in three rounds, or rather, in fact, much less, hundreds of blows.

Oleg Rybachenko noted:

- Well, this is of course also true! In particular, the secret of proper breathing, and injections into the growth points of the child"s body... There is some Know-How from our guru. But I don"t understand why he doesn"t share them with other coaches?

Dmitry said in a whisper:

- He told me in confidence that you and I... Not only boxers, but first and foremost soldiers. We still have something special to do... Very important, much more important even than Olympic gold!

Oleg tilted his bright head and said:

- Something more important.... Perhaps he told me this too... That the fate of humanity may depend on the actions of two Soviet pioneer boys. Just like a fairy tale.

Dmitry philosophically remarked:

- Where do fairy tales come from if not from life? Maybe this will actually be the case! Although we are not ugly ducklings, it is still premature to call us Eagles.

Oleg Rybachenko smoothly changed the topic of conversation:

- Do you think the threat of a German invasion has finally passed?

Dmitry shrugged his broad shoulders in bewilderment:

- Here, in my opinion, you are a greater specialist. On my own behalf, I think that you can"t hit with all your arms and legs at once, and then again it"s impossible to attack in all directions. True, if you move in a jump...

Oleg Rybachenko chuckled:

- It sounds quite logical... But we don"t know what exactly is on Hitler"s mind, but the tension really subsided, and German planes stopped violating our airspace, and the clanging of caterpillar tracks is not heard abroad, this is a fact. Moreover, the Fuhrer returned some of the workers back to the machines. That is, the Third Reich hid its fangs... But we must not relax.

Dmitry took out a baked sandwich with fish and special low-fat cheese from his backpack and handed it to Oleg. After which he took out twice as much for himself. Offered:

- Eat... You can"t take long breaks from eating and getting protein into your body. When the concentration of amino acids in the body decreases, the muscles lose strength.

Oleg Rybachenko noted:

- For bodybuilders, who work out a lot, this is quite fair, but for boxers... After all, we don"t have all the meat, it colors the body, and even more so it increases combat effectiveness!

Dmitry, taking a bite of the sandwich and adding a tomato to it, agreed:

- Not everything, but... I even eat at night or drink egg whites so that the concentration of amino acids does not fall. Moreover, the best thing is not chicken eggs, but quail or ostrich eggs, well, the latter are really rare... Although in Central Asia it seems that ostriches have already begun to be bred...

Oleg joked quite seriously (in tone):

- Very valuable protein in the front frog legs. I recommend trying it!

Dmitry giggled like a boy:

- Yes, but even more so in oysters with red Indian pepper!

Oleg, however, carefully took a bite of the sandwich and began to absorb the piece. The fish was red, tasty, soaked in ketchup and crushed garlic. It was possible to add a little more strength... Like Winnie the Pooh, for example...

- Winnie the Pooh lives well in the world! He has a wife and children, he is a mug!

Oleg suddenly suggested:

- Maybe we can sing?

Dmitry remarked without much enthusiasm:

- Isn"t it too early to sing?

Oleg Rybachenko smiled:

- Just right, especially since we flew over the border of the USSR!

Dmitry asked his partner:

- Scissors or paper?

Oleg waved it off:

- Maybe it"s better to do without childish jokes. We are peaceful people, but our armored train managed to accelerate to the speed of light...

Dmitry interrupted:

- No! We don't need these kind of kindergarten songs. Let's do something more... patriotic!

Oleg inflated his lungs and began to sing, composing as he went. Danka, in turn, sang along very well. Or rather, his voice was like a marshal"s trumpet, or maybe even a Jericho trumpet;

Pioneer is a proud word,

Native Stalin tied the tie.

There's no other way than a party at home,

For me, a communist is ideal!

I vowed to serve the Fatherland forever

So that the Motherland blooms magnificently,

So that everyone gets better during their lifetime,

So that the flight becomes cooler than an eagle!

It thundered - the war has come,

So, boys, feel free to go on a hike!

The Wehrmacht stuck its stinking snout,

So we will send it to waste!

They didn"t give rifles to the guys,

There was an answer: you have been too young for years!

Still, they ran away to become soldiers,

Because bayonets are so necessary!

Near Moscow we fought in the snowdrifts,

We ran barefoot through the cold...

Beautiful pioneer women run around in robes -

There is no grenade, so hit with your fist!

How cruel are the fascist katas -

How much blood can you feed them with?

But the Nazis will have to pay their dues,

The vultures will turn into game!

For lunch the ration is modest - hunger,

The soldiers' feet were frostbitten...

I'm basically just a child

But the fathers are proud of the feat!

The tank is rushing, the Tiger has its muzzle pointed,

But the young fighter squeezed the grenade!

And the fascist bastard came across a mine:

Here the hot torch embraced him!

Even a little boy will be a giant,

If you have cultivated courage!

The pioneers are united as links,

Stronger soul: titanium is metal!

The Wehrmacht didn't get through, they got it in the forehead,

The steel coffins are drowning!

There are such boys in Russia,

Generations of descendants are proud!

The battle again, this time on the Volga,

A pioneer has become a terminator!

The Nazis have clogged morgues,

And the shaft of death is broken on the shore!

There is no counting how many of ours died,

How many will die again - there are no tears...

But this is the work of fighters;

Christ will resurrect whoever is worthy!

Became Komsomol members in Berlin,

There, handing over the oath of allegiance!

Half of Europe and the Union are barefoot,

Our young team stepped away!

And now we will build a new world,

Everyone will become a creator-demiurge....

They will sink into the abyss of suffering and war,

We won"t know what fright means!

Kindness rule the universe,

And then the pain will disappear, believe me...

With us is the best genius of all, Stalin,

Hitler's hell beast has been defeated!

We fought bravely for this,

Eternally deserved honor...

And understand that the party is important -

The universe will lead to your dream!

The plane sang this song in chorus. It sounded so solemn that one could burst into tears...

. CHAPTER No. 5.

The vision disappeared, and the boy writer and genius again found himself in the reality of a wandering column.

The inability to have a trivial conversation with anyone (after the vision, his tongue was completely numb!) Oleg Rybachenko was even more furious. And somehow I didn"t even immediately realize that they were approaching the forest. It ended - it was soaked, and underfoot there was a well-trodden road, although wet, but clear, cut here and there by traces of carts, cars, tracks of light tanks, motorcycles and even horse hooves.

The cold mud, similar to vile soap, turned out to be just as slippery, Oleg Rybachenko miraculously maintained his balance several times, and in the column two or three girls fell and quickly got up.

Margarita herself, pretty exhausted, encouraged her brother in arms:

- It"s already getting dark, they"ll give you a rest soon!

An hour and a half after the rain began, they passed what appeared from a distance to be a range of hills. Up close, Oleg Rybachenko realized that these were not hills, but a rampart with machine-gun towers. An ancient Crimean rampart stretching east and west as far as the eye could see. At regular intervals on the "hills" gray stone rings, almost leveled to the ground, were visible - the ruins of watchtowers. Between two of these, the captive column passed into the hollow, which was probably once a gateway.

Then they were taken back to sleep. They didn"t even remove the shackles and didn"t feed me. The girls' sleep covered them like a raven's wing;

Suddenly the scenery in front of the girls changed (and what dreams are too often pretentious!) and they found themselves in the sea, or rather on the pier with a seaside and cool view.

The Komsomol girls went to the port; the silhouette of the destroyer was not far away, about a couple of kilometers away, but it almost merged with the horizon. Here they were again attacked by five cockroach rats again. These are such disgusting creatures, with six legs, that you will look at them and feel like vomiting. However, it"s a matter of two seconds, blows with daggers and it"s all over.

The beautiful Margarita even sang:

- And for me, like an emetic, it"s a love potion!

Red-haired Aurora let out a whistle through her nostrils:

- But my behavior is good - and I got a good kick in the jaw!

More dangerous creatures were seagull axes. They had the ability to shoot with their beaks. The point was thrown out and pierced the skin, injecting acid. Then the ax bird sat on the fallen victim and tore the meat. True, most of them have already been shot. But four predators with sharpened heads on each other tried to attack the scouts.

- Here they are another perversion of nature! - The fiery devil Aurora noticed...

- Whoever created them never distorts anything! - In Margarita"s new mission, atavistic religious feelings again appeared. Personality changes if certain forces awaken in the subconscious. - So pleases the Almighty God!

The red-haired demon in a short skirt and hair that burned hotter than a flamethrower objected again:

- No, this once again demonstrates the powerful power of mutations. A series of similar impacts could give rise to life!

Throwing two chakras, the girls cut off the predators, and then caught the disks that returned to them.

- Like a boomerang, but it cuts titanium! - The fiery devil grinned.

- OK! No matter what this titanium cuts, this metal is weaker than blotter.

The girls began to unfold the floating craft. The fiery devil suddenly asked pleadingly:

- Let"s finally write a song, Margarita!

The snow-white blonde, smiling brighter than the sun, asked:

- To bring us good luck!

Cool Aurora blurted out:

- Exactly! Let the loser cry - the scoundrel is jealous!

The Komsomol girl leaned back and sang quietly, the words floating and shimmering:

Oracle among the magic stones,

Born of a storm - a bright sun!

We are not the offspring of flawed darkness,

Like a color a song curls into a ray!

Of course, rock can be harmful -

He prophesies troubles, grief, death for us!

And ghosts in pale splendor,

Shine like a sign in the night!

But we won't be superstitious

Russian warrior - sword in hand!

Let us serve Jesus faithfully -

Let the devil be the fool forever!

There is no stronger Fatherland,

After all, our will is like metal!

Wise Stalin leads the attack,

"Andryusha" is a tornado on Cologne metal!

We will serve Russia sacredly,

I dreamed of dedicating my heart to her!

The soldier has the sharpest bayonet,

And the flame in the announcer's speeches!

Praise to you, Rus' with chants,

We sing hymns to her,

Revenge will come to the adversaries -

Let's deal with the crows, believe me!

We will build a new holy world,

God bless us!

For girls luxury and updates,

You will become caliph in no time!

Reward us with a wondrous vision -

The voice of the Lord is calling to the sword!

Life will become a sugary jam,

When you are strong like KAMAZ!

The lush oak forests of the motherland,

Know where your soul will rest!

You will receive oceans of glory,

You will enter the Kremlin as a ruler!

You are a knight - a tribe of giants,

The vastness of the seas and the shine of the ice!

Sand of the golden desert,

And with emerald, velvet is a forest!

We go boldly into bloody battle,

At least the Tigers are roaring formidably!

The Nazis have clawed paws,

Adolf certainly looks cool!

But I got a mustache in the face,

The snout curled, the jaw dropped!

And our people are great, proud,

Showed power to the fascist creature!

Now it's time for light -

The grace of heaven has appeared...

Feats are glorified in poems -

The holy Christ has risen in the soul!

Aurora applauded, clapping her hands so loudly that a cloud of flies rose:

- Margarita sang well, but you need to sing psalms in the church choir. All thoughts are stuck on a religious topic!

- We need to atone for our sin. - Said the matured Korshunova, who had again fallen into religious ecstasy. - Whoever sells his soul always remains at a loss - he gives the immortal for the mortal!

The fiery devil laughed:

- I see you are also capable of speaking beautifully! Okay, honey, now we have a fun walk ahead of us.

Having sat down on an inflatable boat, invisible to radars and painted like a moth, the Komsomol girls swam to the grand destroyer. Now they had to do something big. In a moment of danger, all reflexes and reactions became acute. Komsomol girls felt sounds for many kilometers, the splashing of waves, the screeching of seagulls and even the yawning of fish. They heard someone swimming across them! The Komsomol members raised their guns and saw a guy on an air mattress. He took off his mask, and the face of Denis Baranov appeared. The zombie officer, a previously convicted fine, who in this vision looked noticeably younger and much prettier, winked at them.

In a hoarse voice that crackled the air, he said:

- I was sent by the great black Fuhrer!

- But we didn"t write anything! - The girls exclaimed in unison.

Mirabela was not at all pleased with the appearance of a hardened criminal from their battalion, but Aurora, on the contrary, grinned with satisfaction. By the way, it"s surprising, but as soon as the prisoner lost a decade and a half and got rid of the scar, it was scary - he turned into quite a nice guy. If they hadn"t known in advance, they probably wouldn"t have recognized Baranov.

- And it is not necessary! - The besotted former prisoner exclaimed. - My goal is to die! In my next life I will become a sultan, and in my harem there will be a hundred thousand virgins.

- At least deal with one. Otherwise it won"t be good, just the opposite! - She stated, trying to seem more witty than Margarita is.

Denis fell silent; usually such zombies are not particularly talkative. Although this time it was a combat vehicle.

- Do you have decent military experience? - Aurora asked. Indeed, they had already gone through the Second World War and found themselves in the future. Not as futuristically beautiful as Soviet science fiction writers described, also full of wars and, most importantly, various creatures that have undergone mutation.

There is such a thing - magoradiation and non-radiation.

Magoradiation is radiation that does not kill living things, but changes the properties of matter, including transformations, the merging of various forms of life - including animate and inanimate.

Unter-radiation - unlike ordinary radiation - causes not the ionization of atoms, but their rearrangement in molecules, and is most active in DNA and cells carrying genetic information. In some cases, it can be used for medical purposes, for speedy regeneration.

- Of course! - Baranov said confidently. - I fought many times!

Red-haired Aurora doubted:

- Who did you kill?

The former criminal blurted out:

- Infidels!

The fiery devil twisted her snout:

- How come you are a Russian officer:

- I am a mujahid and my task is to destroy the infidels! - Baranov howled. - This is how I am destined forever.

Aurora whispered in Margarita"s ear:

- Do not argue! Better get the job done.

A zombie that purred under his breath in Arabic. The latest news was broadcast on the radio.

- Militants have become noticeably more active in Chechnya. In particular, an attempt was made to fire at the government house. During the battle, five policemen were killed and eleven were wounded, the losses of the militants are being clarified. According to some sources, the former chairman of the Sharia court received about one hundred million dollars from foreign sponsors and is actively seeking to earn it back. A special operation was carried out in the mountains: the bandits were scattered.

The zombie perked up:

"We will soon hit the infidels so hard that they will run away amidst whistles and ridicule!" his words were interrupted by a rolling wave, he tossed the boat and splashed it with splashes. - That's right, I say!

- That's true in principle! - Aurora released sparkles from her eyes. - The USA is a great enemy of Islam. She decomposes it with the help of Hollywood, porn newspapers, mystical TV series. Now we'll have to shoot the Yankees a little.

The girls swam up to the destroyer. Captain First Rank Rudolph Reagan, having taken a sip of his favorite cognac (well, all these Americans are drunks, it"s not for nothing that the USA has become a symbol of an unhealthy lifestyle and decay!), lay down on the bed, laying his head on the whore"s chest. When in his youth he was attracted to guys, and after Franklin Truman allowed homosexuals to serve in the army, he even had experience of relations with admirals. And somehow even with a four-star hero of the Indian War. But under a terminator president, and a Muslim at that, morals became different and gays were squeezed. After this, Rudolph Reagan decided to show his omnivorousness by inviting whores. Nevertheless, while caressing the tender female body, he never ceased to imagine guys, muscular, black, capable of delivering indescribable pleasure.

Of course they are a scumbag and a pervert after that!

Rudolph Reagan allowed the whore to ride him, but he could not discharge himself and became exhausted. No, he urgently needs a guy. Although men are worse than women in some ways, they don"t have enough money - they want career growth. Galina noted this - it will be useful in destroying the enemies of Soviet Russia; Americans and their allies.

The sentries behave carelessly. It's cold and they prefer to warm themselves with undiluted whiskey. Margarita winced (these are complete drunks - after all, the alcohol molecule symbolizes the destruction of the body, especially the female one), the Yankees are fools!

Waves glowed on the monitors, and sometimes creatures appeared. One of these dangerous animals was the saw-crab and at the same time nettle shark. A terrible animal, dangerous both on land and in the sea. With its claw with stinging needles, it could easily bite a person in half or even worse, poison it. The girls were not visible, they were splashed with a reflector, and for the zombies the ambient temperature was even a couple of degrees colder.

Throwing away the whore, Rudolph Reagan said in a hoarse voice:

- Go away, I want to sleep. Yes, and you should go to the big bed!

- As you wish, just pay! - Disheveled whores squealed.

- You are not skilled enough, half a mower is enough for you! - Rudolph Reagan answered, and then with difficulty restrained himself from burping. - As you wish! But this is robbery.

- At what plan? - The soldiers' prostitutes were surprised.

- You have a good job. - Rudolph whined. - I had fun and got rich, and I will shake like hell! - The general actually began to shake, his double chin trembled.

- You won't be naked! - The prostitute shouted out in despair (what a shame when morals are inserted!). - I'll go look for another client!

- But keep in mind that our sailors are temperamental. - Rudolph Reagan noted with an ambiguous threat.

The Komsomol girls were already close. The zombie leaned against the warrior Galina, resting his head on her shoulder. The dead officer pressed his cheek to the silky fragrant hair, kissing the top of her head. Cold lips burned his hair unpleasantly, and the officer smelled like a corpse.

- Back off! - The angry Margarita said menacingly. - I also found a lover.

- I didn't mean to offend you! You just look like a Guria. - The likeness of an intelligent corpse began to hiss.

- We will fight in masks. No one should see that we are girls. - Her fiery friend Aurora took out a flask with a stimulant. I took a couple of sips. The flask is not particularly clever, it was made with an accordion, so there was no air in it. So the life-giving liquid flows out by itself. The warrior added a note to herself. - As it is emptied, it contracts: as a result, the water does not splash, you can move silently.

In other respects, even the sounds here are different, dull, as if devoid of power. The clear voices of girls seem hoarse. The waves look like a black blanket in the darkness of which sometimes lights flicker, almost square fish try to spit something out from behind their mouths. A light silhouette jumped out of the water and was cut almost in half by Aurora"s burst. This fish has sharp fins and I didn"t want to get hurt on them.

There are no Komsomol girls in sight, the boat automatically changes color to match the seascape, just as the costumes exhibit chameleon qualities. The disguise is perfect. In particular, you can see how the sailors catch mutant fish. They do it very simply: First, they dip the rubber, thickly lubricating it with machine oil and gasoline: the smell spreads far. The rat turtle adores it, she generally eats chemistry like a cockroach. It catches, swallows, clinging to the hook. You really can't eat this crap. But the live bait is not bad. Large fish, sometimes the size of a dolphin, bite on it. Some of them are edible and are even considered a delicacy.

There are also poisonous ones, but experienced chefs are able to neutralize them, and this makes them even more expensive. In particular, the emerald carp fish is found only in the radioactive Lake Radikal, as it was named in consonance with Lake Baikal, only now it is polluted. Emerald carp speckled with uranium causes narcotic intoxication; if it is properly fried, a mistake even in one minute will lead to the painful death of a gourmet. And such "glitches" are unusual, bright in color, you"ll see this even in a blockbuster. Very profitable fishing, meta-quasi-lethal mutants, emerald and radioactive, dangerous when consumed, and at the same time they tried to breed carp as big as catfish outside the zone, but they died there.

The girls saw this and raised their guns. Margarita suddenly recoiled; a thin squeak sounded in my ear:

- The ship is four hundred meters away.

The blonde terminator answered with joy:

"We"re continuing our rapprochement very well."

The eyes of Aurora and Margarita saw in the dark no worse than a cat"s, and maybe better. There were a little more people on board, about thirty-five people, including mercenary fishermen, many of whom were drunk. The zombie also took aim at his opponent; the former prison officer had a machine gun with a silencer.

He took a kiss, quietly clicked the safety switch, and turned on the night monocular. There was a professional air about him, especially when he pressed the rubber eyecup to his face so as not to give away his location to observers with a greenish glow.

The girls looked at their opponents through computer optics. She immediately fixed the targets, setting them to the maximum rate of fire: one thousand five hundred rounds per mine. At the same time, the girls distributed the victims; thirty-four people had to be removed at once. The computer gave a hint on how and at whom to shoot.

The observer soldier stood near the fan of the fence, he smoked a cigar, and from time to time sipped whiskey from a flask.

- The Americans are serving carelessly! - Aurora noticed and added sarcastically with venom in her voice. - This is the consequence of their rotten liberal democracy.

- Ours think better! - Margarita grimaced. - Especially those hired into the army who are not of Slavic origin?

- Don't be fools to drink either! - The Komsomol girl rubbed her nose. - It itches, perhaps because of the rain. Or maybe to a strong blow!

- I'll take it off! The enemy of the Third Reich... - The Zombie-prisoner whispered.

- In general, smoking slows down the reaction and blinds the eyes! - Margarita said. - I would personally ban cigarettes.

At the stern of the grand destroyer you can see Barter, there are several twin rapid-fire guns, the Lincoln class - next to them there is a pair of gunners on the seat. Two more are keen on fishing. Twin "grobodon" on the starboard side. And then an American, like a black man, wandered off, looking at something on his cell phone. Apparently "porn", a kind of video. In general, guns are dangerous; if you shoot, it is unknown whether the "armor" will save the stones, but an inflatable boat will definitely be fenders.

- So the goals were distributed. Let's get closer. - Said the fire devil. - Primitive cattle must be seen to be offended.

- Let's sneak up like snakes! - Margarita supported, wriggling her waist.

The zombie remained eloquently silent.

As always observant, red-haired Aurora noted the bow guns with escort and so far safe. Several machine guns, heavy, perhaps more powerful than the PKM. And then the crew, a guy is visible, most likely Chinese, a very tense, even nervous sentry. This is probably how the newcomer stretched out. An officer is nearby, casually leaning on the railing; a radio operator with antennas walks past him.

- Let's distribute the goals! - Aurora suggested, playing with chewing gum.

- I"ll move to the right, you"ll capture more territory to the left! - Margarita ran the edge of her hand across her throat.

The inflatable boat split into two parts, the girls turned around.

- I will sweep away the machine gunners! - Aurora flashed her teeth.

- And I"m a gunner! - Margarita giggled.

The destroyer is by no means small and it is very important to burst into it suddenly, interrupt it and drop into the cabins. The Komsomol girls felt nervous, the experience of killings was not too small, but still their hearts began to beat quickly, and their heads were noisy from the release of blood.

They give themselves a mental command to calm down and act calmly. Not everyone, even an experienced fighter or doctor, can do this, but the pulse calms down. A keen ear picks up conversations, because not all Yankees are visible, and they must be removed at once.

Who in particular is in the upper superstructure. Apparently they play cards there. And even a primitive fool. How degenerate are the Yankees' opponents of Soviet Russia? So you can already hear strong American words. As many as five soldiers, and they will also need to be removed.

- It just seems like we have a simple operation! - Margarita noticed. - So avoid unnecessary noise, so there won"t be any trouble!

- We are in the role of the king of sabotage Thunder Wind! Only now we beat the Yankees. Although, to be honest, a country that produces such great action films should be our ally and close friend. - Komsomol member Aurora curled her eyebrows in a particularly menacing bend.

- If I had not been born in the USSR, I would have preferred to be born in the USA. America's civilization consists of hundreds of cultures from all over the world! - Margarita, teasing someone unknown, showed her long tongue.

- Victory over a strong opponent usually costs more, but you won"t give it away for nothing! - Aurora growled.

- Except for the Great War against ghouls and trolls, whose fruits were lost. - Margarita sighed heavily.

- Temporarily! - The fire devil cut off harshly.

The girls took a lot of risks. If you noticed them, the heavy machine guns would immediately start working. They are even more dangerous than guns; they take time, although not much, to aim. The Yankees also have computers, as well as night vision devices. How many shells do you need to roll them out glamorously? Then they can be sunk even by blind fire, or by turning on the most powerful radars. And with a spotlight, you can see something blurry, in particular zombies. This guy unmasks the Komsomol intelligence officers. At the top, another guy appeared, his muzzle painted like a blue one, and headed towards the fishermen.

- We have problems again! - There was concern in Margarita"s voice.

- We"ll shoot everyone at once! It's a matter of five seconds! - Aurora took a sip of the stimulant. She nudged her partner with her elbow. - Yes, drink too!

There is a strip of light near the side itself, but this is not a problem.

Margarita says, or rather commands the zombies:

- Don't shoot without a command.

- I obey, madam! - Answered the "convict doll".

Now all the goals are captured and that's luck. On board the "fishermen" I pull out a beast shimmering with rubies: a miracle pasta fish. Even four guys poked their heads out of cover, now all targets have been captured.

- It's time! Hyper salvo! - Aurora whispers. - She likes to stand out.

The machine guns hit the noiseless splash of the waves, completely blocking their shooting. Twenty-five bullets erupt in one second, and fifty for two. And forty-six people need to be removed at once. Even taking into account misses and inevitable dubbing, two seconds are enough for a complete cleanup. Only a thin whistle of bullets moving, not even the shutters clicked. The pops were barely noticeable, only the butt slightly pressed the shoulder.

- This is what an electromagnet and acceleration mean! - The fiery devil said with admiration.

- And also our abilities! - Margarita growled. - Praise to the great creator!

- Not God-given science! - Aurora objected.

Although they fired from different points, they were quite able to communicate, even at a long distance through mini-walkie-talkies.

- Let no one through beyond the limit, let's start disembarking! - The Komsomol warrior ordered.

It's funny that all the paratroopers are three people, two Komsomol girls and a living prisoner corpse. The girl rangers throw target designators. You can see that three more blacks came out.

- Forgive me, Lord! - Devout Margarita whispered, sending the fighters to a better world.

The zombie only shot two people who were smoking near the side and peering into the distance. Here, in general, there was something to admire, and who can blame the sailors for relaxing in a friendly port.

Out of the corner of her eye, Margarita managed to notice bloody clouds flying out of empty heads.

- The reckoning is coming! - The blonde terminator says. - Let's open an account!

- Looks like don't waste a single second! - Aurora commanded.

The side of the destroyer instantly grew in front of the scouts. There are only corpses on the deck, not the usual quiet, only a sour milk fish beating its tail against the side.

Again waking up in the most interesting place. The Komsomol girls hastily get up and, jumping up, run again. They were not even given breakfast, so they were left hungry barefoot on the hot sand. So run again and don"t slow down. Apparently they have to work hard too...

Aurora encouraged her friend:

- Keep your nose up, cool Soviet woman! Then we won"t break under the tank!

Margarita snapped fiercely:

- Yes, I didn"t even think about breaking down! - And realizing the double meaning of such an expression, she added clarification. - And even more so bend over!

Komsomol warriors leaned into the side. For a moment the stern obscured the already dim light. USSR scouts climb like Spiderman using Velcro boots. Margarita also helps "ballast": she almost pulls a zombie by the scruff of the neck. It"s good that this man is not one of the large specimens. Here they are on deck. One of the fighters raises his head, a Komsomol girl cuts him off with a boomerang disk.

- Calm down, hurry! - She tells him.

They climbed in quickly and stuck the boats together. Now everything is certain! The entire deck is under the gun of the beauties. Here two sailors stuck out, half a second and there were holes in their heads, only they had time to twitch.

- I have the enemy at gunpoint! Now take everyone down silently! - Augustine commanded. - In general, she took on the role of senior commander, fearing that the too "kind" and religious Margarita would screw something up. Korshunova tries not to notice this. Moreover, as one of the Soviet marshals said - two people are not a squad, three are not a company!

Margarita took off her boots, hiding them in her backpack, and walked barefoot along the side. Quickly, she took down the machine gunner hiding in the cell; it seemed that he had not yet realized what had happened. The Komsomol girls pulled their miraculous machine guns from behind their backs, smiled, one took aim at the entire passage, we need to clear the entire passage.

Aurora suddenly ran at a speed exceeding the Olympic sprint. One or two and she"s near the nasal cannons. There are about twelve fighters there, half are on guard, others are playing cards. There are two whores with them. I feel sorry for the girls, but such is the bitter fate of a prostitute. Payment is separate, and disassembly is wholesale. Aurora cuts everyone off with a short burst from a silent weapon. She doesn"t need a collimator sight here, and so there is illumination, and the sailors do not expect an attack from the rear. In general, great conceit plays a role: who dares to attack a destroyer full of soldiers and sailors.

- Move like a fox along the passage on the right! - Aurora babbles quietly. - Let the zombie stand still, he will only give it away with his Chinese boots.

- Of course, I"ll clean it myself. - Answers Margarita.

The girls" movements were practiced in numerous "virtual games"; they were taught to capture ships and tanks, fight in labyrinths, storm planes, and plant explosives.

Yes, such a false or genuine memory from another world emerges in this fabulous futuristic vision.

If they wanted, the intelligence officers could deceive G-2 into bringing explosives into the office of the British Prime Minister, and do many other things. So now Margarita moved through the railings of the fence and quickly took the passages under fire from an advantageous angle. A couple of blacks and one yellow one surfaced. Margarita let her come closer. Five more appeared behind them. Then there was a short line that killed everyone.

- Everything will be simple! - She answered. For some reason, my conscience receded, and an excitement appeared and I wanted to do my job as best as possible.

. CHAPTER No. 6.

A Komsomol girl ran into the tank, and there were seven more fighters. I took them off after running to my nose, but from the other side. The zombie, despite the order, did not stand still, but walked along the deck along the stern, but fortunately he was not visible.

Going to the nose, Margarita put down four more, fortunately they were walking in an embrace, and even seemed to be kissing.

- I went to the door! - Threw the blonde terminator.

Aurora, not far behind her, confirmed:

- And I cleaned the guns.

- You're killing the Yankees! - Margarita stuck out her tongue.

- And very effective! - Aurora picked up the dropped cigarette butt with the toe of her bare foot and threw it in such a way that it fell directly into the beak of the American "eagle".

- I'm moving from the side! - Threw the fire demon laconically.

The beauties moved on. Aurora almost came face to face with a black guy. He wanted to scream, but the girl covered his mouth with a kiss:

- Calm down, kitten.

- You are my Divine! - He said.

-You have good lips, boy, but I don"t have time. - The Komsomol girl pressed the artery near her nose with her fingers. "Sometimes I regret that I didn"t choose a career as a tennis champion." There would be money, fame, a lot of beautiful guys and no murders.

The guy leaned back and his tongue came out from behind his mouth.

Red-haired Aurora knelt down a couple of times, fired offhand, destroying the next guys. Commanded:

- Galina, make a circle and get to the stern.

- Of course, this is the most important thing for us. - Given by Mirabela

The Komsomol girl walked barefoot through the center, finishing off several more militants along the way, in particular, she ran along the upper superstructure. And then speed was on her side, a couple of inaudible screams, no one even had time to shoot.

- And the descendants say that cowboys are fired quickly. They're probably lying!

An assault rifle (weapons talking in a dream are a common occurrence, you never know what the subconscious is capable of!) could not resist remarking:

- Your professionalism is beyond praise.

- Maybe you can say something else! - Mirabela stepped with her bare foot on a dropped, flaming lighter and winced in pain.

- You are perfection, you are perfection,

from a smile to a gesture beyond all praise!

Commit an atrocity to the enemy, a major savagery,

And bring down a shower of lead, with burning ash - napalm! - The cybernetic device of the machine gun sang softly into the earpiece.

- You deftly misinterpret the hit! - Mirabela grinned (but she couldn"t remember where she heard the song!) and rubbed her sore heel on the rough metal.

The machine answered:

- The program has a sense of humor. To raise the spirit of fighters!

- Previously, films were cooler, so that the spirit with strength every day,

but tell me what will excite you, the porn film "Emmanuelle"! - Mirabela answered with humor (And who is Emmanuel, where did this image come from in my head. Maybe from the word Emmanuel?).

And she laughed at the joke herself.

Lifted over the edge of the fence, the girl caught four poor fellows playing strategy on the console.

- The team is completely out of control! It's good that your last moment will be happy!

Aurora silently descends the ramp and takes a position in front of the door to the setting. A massive, one hundred and sixty kilogram black man crawls out. A Komsomol girl hovers above him, resting her butt against the side walls of the corridor. Bruiser, muttering.

- Fakyu! Why so quiet! - Aurora - hits him on the temple with the butt. Then he picks up the carcass, allowing it to fall gently.

- Because love has come to you! - She answers.

The Komsomol girl did not disappoint here either, she came in like the wind, a line, mowing down two dozen, half of which were asleep. The strong smell of alcohol indicated that the Yankees had something to celebrate.

The dream is interrupted, a siren blares in a low timbre. The girls are woken up by hitting their legs with rubber whips and forced to line up.

They lift them up and shackle them again, pushing them further.

Before that, however, they gave me something to eat. Again, porridge mixed with not very fresh fish. But this one is even more salty than normal. Apparently old, expired canned food from among the trophies was thrown into the pearl barley. And salt was added to the fish for disinfection. Captured personnel have not yet lost their value for the Nazis!

Oleg Rybachenko hobbles along with them. Although there seems to be enough time for sleep and even more, there is no vigor. The dream had exhausted the boy too much.

So he walks like this and feels like the memories of the fruits of strange hallucinations that Hitler"s experimenters instilled in him are tapping on his head;

Here he sees Dmitry in a dream. He looks like the thin and tall boy who was shackled with them, but taller and more muscular. However, the face and name are similar. Also a strange coincidence. And this boy had a couple of easy fights, against the boys" team from Slovenia, and then Romania. Both fights are quick knockouts, and in the first minute! The third fight turned out to be more difficult. The lean Italian had excellent defense and mobility on his feet. He didn"t allow himself to be knocked out right away and escaped well. Dmitry's opponent finished the first round on his feet...

Then the boy in the second round, not paying attention to the possibility of running into a hard opponent himself, simply ran at the enemy, throwing blows with both hands. And he received an accurate and swift direct blow towards him, right at the point of his chin.

For the first time, the young boxer was shaken, but this only angered Dmitry. He jumped like a tiger and caught his opponent with his right.

The counterpart staggered and fell to his knee... The referee counted the knockdown and gave the signal:

- Boxing!

The Italian seemed to have lost his mobility and after a rapid two-two he fell to the temple and cheekbone, with his arms outstretched so hopelessly that the referee did not even count, but immediately stopped the fight. The stands, filled mostly with schoolchildren, whistled and roared. However, there were also high-ranking SS officers among the audience. They began to pump out the defeated boy, the girl massaged his cheeks and kneaded his neck...

Dmitry was even scared:

- Didn"t I kill him?

But after a minute of energetic manipulation, the young boxer"s face turned pink, and he opened his eyes. He muttered something quietly. Dmitry helped him up and the boy hugged in a friendly manner.

Oleg Rybachenko, in turn, boxed carefully, the fights were amateur, four three-minute rounds.... The boy dispatched his first two opponents in the third and fourth rounds. I had to tinker with the third... And although Oleg Rybachenko, demonstrating excellent defense, confidently led on points, a fifth round was also scheduled.

Naked to the waist, the boys' tanned bodies glistened with sweat, their muscles quivered, and their veins and veins stood out even more sharply. Opponent Oleg Rybachenko rushed forward, hoping that if he was active, he would be given this round. But the brave pioneer noticed that his counterpart was already tired, and his reaction had slowed down. There followed a swift side kick to the left side of the chin and oncoming traffic. The young opponent gave way and fell forward... Apparently it was a knockout, because he did not get up at the count of ten.

After which there was a break, three fights in one day according to the cup system is a lot!

Dmitry noted with some sarcasm:

- Professionals fight for fifteen rounds, and before the First World War, there were no time restrictions at all. The boxers fought until one of them fell exhausted.

Oleg Rybachenko only partially agreed here:

- You know, this is professional boxing, I somehow don"t like it. In amateur boxing, you just move around the grid, but in the pros, too much depends on the promoters. For example, they can rot a very talented boxer without giving him fights. And champions have the opportunity to prevent an opponent who is too dangerous from entering the battle. For example, simply refusing to sign a contract through various delays.

Dmitry shook his fist:

- Just let him try!

During lunch, the young athletes were fed decently... There were even oranges and for dessert bananas, coconuts and mangoes, previously untasted by Soviet teenage athletes.

Apparently the Nazi organizers of the competition tried to show that in the Third Reich everything was fine, very satisfying and you could afford luxury.

Dmitry and Oleg Rybachenko tried coconuts and bananas for the first time in their new bodies, and pineapples for the second time (well, it"s much easier with oranges in the USSR; they have their own in Central Asia!). Here the guys made a fairly common mistake - they overate... And there were no adult coaches on the team... If the Hitler Jugent had a slogan - young people should be managed by young people, then the Soviet sports delegation decided to follow this example.

Maybe that wasn't the best idea to follow!

In any case, after a hearty lunch with dessert and cakes, there were (if you don"t lose!) three more fights... And with strong guys!

After eating, the boys were pretty happy, Oleg Rybachenko even suspected that they had been drugged with something...

In any case, now the class of young Soviet athletes has fallen, and they began to lose one after another... Moreover, the judges and referees went completely wild.

And the Soviets already fought against the Germans....

At first Dmitry felt tolerable, and in the first round he passed the quarter finals...

However, already in the semi-finals, he felt weakness in his arms and legs... Greater weakness and slower movements... But Dmitry held on to his pride, and moved forward despite the fact that he missed a lot... But the boy"s head was strong, and the precise blows of a large, technical and fast opponent only angered him... And anger and pride, in turn, allowed him to confidently continue the fight...

Finally, in the third round, Dmitry caught his opponent, breaking his nose...

The German was slightly taken aback and got hit in the chin. The boy from the Third Reich went back, he was being dragged around. Dmitry developed his success, performed a not fast enough, but at the same time noticeable three... The opponent fell, the referee began to count the knockdown very slowly... The German boy got up, but was not firmly on his feet... Inspired Dmitry rushed to finish him off. Several precise swings... The boy falls...

The judge is in no hurry to approach him. He asks something aside. They answer him...

A new sluggish count begins... At the count of nine the boy is still lying... But the signal for the end of the round sounds. They pick him up and take him to their corner...

Dmitry confidently says:

- There will be no fourth round! It just won't come out!

In this case, the Russian boy turns out to be right, the seconds gave the go-ahead...

Oleg Rybachenko, in turn, fights as if nothing had happened... He calmly scores points, and then finishes in the fourth round... And his movements are still precise and fast...

Only the two of them, representatives of the youngest age group, reached the finals among the Soviet athletes. A super heavyweight among children, and a middleweight... The champion of the fly weight was injured a few hours before departure, and they did not have time to find a replacement for him...

So in the final there were only two Russians, and all the rest, of course, were Germans who would play for gold among themselves...

The competition is being actively filmed... Dmitry winced with disgust:

- This is how they want to disgrace us! As if we Russians are worse than Germans and not Aryans at all!

Oleg Rybachenko shook his head:

- Not really! Any division of nationalities into full-fledged and incomplete is absurd in its own formulation of the question. And what can we say if our ideas are generally international!

Dmitry, giggling, agreed:

- And we will beat them internationally...

Before the final battle there was, of course, a break... And then the Germans pulled out another dirty trick on the Soviet boys... They allegedly offered to polish their sneakers. But as a result, the shoes on the boys" feet suddenly softened and began to crumble...

I had to throw it off and run to wash it in the sink... Dmitry became seriously angry:

- Why did they do this? Did they want to provoke us into a fight and then remove us from the competition?

Oleg Rybachenko quite logically noted:

- Not only that! They will also want to show that there is poverty in the USSR, and even leading athletes are forced to compete barefoot. Like, what poor children are in Russia!

Dmitry suggested:

- Maybe we can ask our older comrades for sneakers? True, they will be too big for you, but they will be there for me!

Oleg Rybachenko shook his head negatively:

- No, it"s worth it! We will show them that we are capable of winning even in the most difficult conditions. Besides, boys our age have no shame in going barefoot... As they say, barefoot childhood...

Dmitry clenched his fists so hard that his knuckles cracked. The young boxer said:

- Well, they made me angry! No, they just made me really angry!

Oleg Rybachenko replied:

- So let anger give you and me strength.

Here the reminiscence was interrupted by the touch of Dima chained next to him, the boy whispered:

- Did you see this too?

Oleg Rybachenko answered succinctly:

-Yes!

It started to rain again, which is not quite typical for the Crimean spring. This makes it both disgusting and chilly. It"s even still dirty, and the calluses forming on the soles of the feet ache disgustingly from the soaked cold water. The column with barefoot captives entered the forest a few hours later, already towards evening. Apparently the SS men were in a hurry, trying to get shelter from the rain. The pioneer boy almost forgot what happened to him. And it suits a young Leninist to think about the cold, soaking wet clothes, numb legs and strong stainless steel shackles that rubbed his wrists until they bled.

Dmitry broke the silence and said:

- It seems that I managed to climb around Crimea during the winter, but... It"s somehow not like this!

Oleg Rybachenko agreed, shaking his head:

- But with us, everything is not like with people!

The forest turned out to be enormous. On the sides of the road stood pine trees in formation - three or four girths, with red-brown fissured or yellow-orange bark like large fish scales, raising compact evergreen or blue crowns to a wild height.

And there are also flowers on the branches, what look like petunias. Not a forest, but a fairy tale, a feeling of entering another world. But there is also a minus - the mud on the road was full of thorns, sharp, like real steel needles from a sewing machine.

Some girls were already groaning as they stepped on them. Dima, squeezing Oleg Rybachenko"s hand, said:

- This is a hassle! Don't believe the visions!

Mirabela put her palm on Dima"s light crew-cut hair, which had already begun to grow, and whispered:

- Believe it or not! And watch your step! It was not enough to give yourself an infection!

Juniper and... already ripe strawberries and strawberries grew thickly in the undergrowth. The scent was a mixture of spring pine and spring strawberry and juniper aroma. It seemed that it even became warmer. And I just couldn"t believe that a hundred steps from here there was wet, although not tundra, what kind of tundra could there be in Crimea? But all the same, foul weather and black cold rocks, under which fascist hordes march. It"s a pity that the admiration did not last long - the pain in his hands, mouth and back, the cold, the dampness returned, and Oleg Rybachenko felt very unhappy. Just to the limit.

However... the excellent pioneer student suddenly grinned. More than once in the short time he was here in captivity, he thought: well, everything is bad, it can"t get any worse! And every time it turned out that there really was somewhere to go.

In a strange way, this thought was a little comforting. Oleg even began to remember the map of Crimea from the Atlas. But he couldn"t remember it - and got lost in bewildered thoughts that something completely impossible had happened. You can go to another time - science fiction writers have loved this since the time of Mark Twain. To another space, something more modern, to another planet - suppose! To hell with reason - suddenly these are supercivilizations; people who are a million years ahead of humanity in development are playing around! Everything impossible is possible - I know for sure!!!! But so that at the same time your essence, memory, entire expression and not only yours change?! This is totally - boundless and transcendental...

Oleg Rybachenko asked Dmitry:

- Do you have a plan for the fight?

The boy replied:

- The plan is simple - hit! - Shaking the skinny one, on which every bone is visible with his back, he added. - But it"s still good when you are not just a skeleton, but powerful muscles play on you. Good sleep... But you have become smaller!

- Small, but remote! - Oleg answered corny, but aptly.

And the road became smoother, meanwhile it became livelier. And it"s so strange that in Crimea, it"s as if everything has died out. A couple of times motorcyclists with the hated black swastika rushed towards us. And then, for about five minutes, a convoy pulled towards them - large carts drawn by philosophical-looking biters with luggage covered in sackcloth, on which sat ruffled policemen in camouflage raincoats and armbands of treason. Also accompanied by a transporter. Unlike tanks, Hitler has a lot of them. Then another squad in trucks, plus motorcycles with a sidecar, easily overtook the captured slave girls. There are a hundred cars, no less, almost all of them are painted khaki.

As they walked, the Nazis echoed the horsemen riding at the head of the column of prisoners and essentially slaves, and Oleg Rybachenko could swear that the voices were mocking. The SS guards remained silent. The doctors were riding on some kind of armored vehicles, shaped like turtles and heavy, with tracks still pulling. They bristled with machine guns. But it looks like, Oleg thought, they don"t really like this role - guard guards... They even hid their brutal muzzles.

Dima noted:

- Executioners are not respected even in Germany!

Mirabela said something again, nodding after the vile SS soldiers. Oleg sighed:

- Kill them! Every single one of them, before Hitler!

Dima remarked with a sigh:

- Eh, I don"t understand their language. Otherwise I would have asked if we would finally arrive soon...

Oleg Rybachenko noted languidly:

- I know German, but it"s of little use!

Meanwhile, the rain stopped, and the sky cleared over the trees and the sun appeared. Oleg Rybachenko had another problem - he wanted to go to the toilet more and more in both ways. But something told me: they were unlikely to stop because of this. For some reason, the impossibility of such an elementary task, the fact that even here he depends on someone else"s will, made the pioneer boy extremely angry. In addition, the desire was becoming quite painful. Both the SS men and their minions solved this problem without stopping, but this only caused disgust, and not a desire to follow their example.

So sometimes you regret that you fed enough to cause the need. Fascists know how to cause problems - they are born sadists. Or was it how the party raised them?

Oleg Rybachenko had already begun to be seriously tormented when suddenly there was a whiff of smoke in the still damp air, then a dog barking and human voices were heard, a clearing suddenly began to appear on the right, where soldiers were doing something - about three dozen in all, and behind it smoke rose above stone and massive buildings. Children dressed in camouflage ran headlong from the road to those located in the field. Not Russians, judging by the shouts and armbands with swastikas, there were about twenty of them - they ran and screamed. By the time the column approached the village, at least a dozen soldiers had already come out to meet them - with large grenade launchers and portable machine guns equipped with wide under-barrel devices. They were led by a huge old man in the uniform of an SS general.

Or maybe not a grandfather, but simply gray-haired, because there were no other signs of old age noticeable in him, and the gesture of a long, gnarled hand, decorated with gold bracelets, looked royal and commanding.

And he has awards... Oleg Rybachenko read in the reference book, and was amazed that so many could be collected into a collection. The highest is the Knight's Cross with oak leaves and swords. Above only, the same thing, but with diamonds, as well as the Grand Cross of the Iron Cross, but only Goering has such an award. Even higher is the Star of the Grand Cross of the Iron Cross, and throughout the history of Germany it was awarded to all two people - Field Marshals Blucher and Hindenburg. Well, the Order of the Eagle with Diamonds will be higher.

The column of prisoners stopped. The pot-bellied "doctor-boss," as Oleg Rybachenko dubbed the head of the convoy, dismounted and spoke to the gray-haired man. The rest looked at the convoy gloomily and tensely. Oleg Rybachenko noticed that everyone in the field had abandoned their work, and the children who had run away came almost close. The first Germans, they walked in a column. And behind them are the thin locals: barefoot or wearing woven bast shoes. The local poor guys turned out to be wearing only colorful checkered shirts - black and white. They were so ragged that you didn"t immediately understand where the boys were and where the girls were; all shaggy, fair-haired, but grayed with dust, or brownish-red, long-haired, monstrously dirty, but with lively, clear eyes - curious, a little frightened and clearly pitiful. Oleg Rybachenko also noticed that the SS convoy tries to stay as close as possible to the slaves and away from the local people. The Nazis did not make noise, did not get cocky, and generally behaved quietly.

Margarita, looking at this, noted:

- Where did the SS's bravado go?

Oleg Rybachenko wittily replied:

- Left for whips and nooses!

The gray-haired general, meanwhile, pointed at the SS men with degenerate snouts a couple of times, and then, when the fat man began to object with something foaming at the mouth, he waved his hand away, sharply, as if he had slashed with a sword. And the fat man also waved his hand, but with an annoyed look of agreement, and then gave a short command. The armored cars began to hum, and the wolf riders wandered further along the road. Half a dozen local soldiers followed. The rest surrounded the captured slaves, and the column moved again. The gray-haired man shouted at both the children and the workers in the field, and he himself walked next to the dismounted human guards.

Dima, shivering, noted:

-They didn"t share something!

Mirabela noted with a smile:

- Let them fight and rip each other"s guts out!

A stocky young bearded man from the local SS fighters, who took a place next to Oleg Rybachenko, frowned at the boy pioneer, shook his light machine gun, then shouted in his head:

-Are you a Russian pig, do you even understand anything?

And baring his teeth, he added:

- Will we be in Moscow and Washington or not?

Oleg Rybachenko realized what they wanted from him, quickly turned his head, met Margarit"s gaze - desperate and at the same time as if saying: "Lucky - great things await us!" - but the gray-haired general waved it off, and the bearded man, grumbling something else, looked regretfully at Oleg and said nothing more. Oleg Rybachenko almost understood what he wanted... Even if it was vague.

But so much the better, so experiments still make sense? Do the Germans really want to know the future in this way? But it turns out to be a contradiction. There can be no talk of friendly boxing competitions after such a war. Fascism and communism are enemies forever. Or is there something else here... How painfully my temples ached.

The military village turned out to be behind a low but solid palisade - with a platform for soldiers of the monstrous SS organization, with powerful - however, wide open - gates. Only one thing seemed strange to Oleg Rybachenko - the stone gate pillars, covered with carvings in the form of endlessly climbing flowers and stems. These pillars did not at all fit with the general appearance of the village, where it was dirty (however - maybe this was after winter?), and the houses, built of stone tiles, caulked in wide cracks with yellowish moss, had brown flat thatched roofs.

But there was a self-propelled gun. No, it"s a self-propelled gun, and a caterpillar version unfamiliar to the inquisitive Oleg Rybachenko. For example, the weapon is a mortar that looks no less than 350 millimeters. He admittedly had never heard of this.

Moreover, the car weighs about eighty tons, and how was one even dragged through the Crimean mountains? Do they want to test it during the assault on impregnable Sevastopol? This assumption makes my empty stomach ache a little. What will it be like for Russian soldiers under such attacks? Everything here breathed the Middle Ages, mixed with modernity and technical innovation. Like holes with bells and whistles. You wouldn"t even be surprised if there was a TV here, and a color one at that. Not black and white.

The same turned out to be the room into which the slaves were brought, or rather, driven. However, no - it"s worse, because no one bothered to caulk the cracks with cement mortar, and it smelled very familiar to Oleg Rybachenko - pigs. The slaves decided to use either an abandoned or temporarily empty barn as a hangar (the smell from such places almost never disappears).

Margarita winced so much that she became scary and whined:

- They're letting us down again! Well, if only I get caught by Hitler!

But it was a roof over my head. Plus, the slaves were unchained. Although, as Oleg feared, there was no toilet provided here. In the previous premises, where the prison is more modern, it is much more comfortable. Even though the Krauts are pigs, they don"t like dirt.

However, he thought about this, having already done his business at the far wall. And sighed. What can I say... This is not pioneering, not at all beautiful. Still not in my pants, already a small victory. And the girls apparently had to be here too... It"s better not to look...

Aurora, however, does not lose heart:

- Another adventure... We live and breathe in this happiness!

Oleg Rybachenko blurted out:

- But in the next world it can be much better!

The fiery devil winked at the boy:

- I bet the opportunity to check how it won"t float away from us in the next world!

Oleg Rybachenko sang quietly in response. This helped cope with humiliation and shame;

I will devote my fatherland without reserve -

Let there be a feat, let the warrior be exalted!

The sword strikes and the gauntlet is thrown,

The merciless law of the king of the Earth!

The volcano is burning - the waters are boiling,

My love, amber lips!

I want to find at least a moment of freedom,

How airy and pure you are!

Precious hair burns like gold,

He waved his hands - a wing grew!

The Lord gave me a priceless gift

And it immediately became joyful and light!

Where God passed: there a valley grew;

Blooming, lush snow-white roses!

There will be honor - the middle of all worlds -

A gift on the altar that I offered!

Yes, I know, I"m sinful, connected to witchcraft,

And he is not worthy of the heavenly bushes and thickets!

But on Calvary together with Christ,

I cried, wrapping the icon in a cloak!

My you are the best image of all brides,

I believe the Almighty will transform the spirit!

I will bear my unworthy cross,

And I will pick up the shield that has fallen from my hands!

. CHAPTER No. 7.

They were located in a barn, so why put up with it if the Nazis were even accustomed to treating livestock better than Soviet citizens.

Three local boys, under the control of the SS, dragged straw inside. They rushed quickly, flashing barefoot, dusty heels, brought large armfuls and back. Last year's, they trained it, but it was a lot, almost a haystack. And seven or eight minutes after that, no more, a woman appeared who, together with two local girls, brought several huge flat cakes and two hefty circles of cheese. Speaking in Ukrainian, she deftly divided the food among everyone. Oleg Rybachenko became curious: many asked both her and the boys about something, and all three answered willingly.

There are a lot of Germans and they are installing something here. But again no one knows anything! Finally, the same boys brought a bucket of water and locked the doors tightly. Judging by the behavior of his companions, Oleg Rybachenko understood: this is out, they won"t drive us anywhere else today.

Margarita offered her brother in arms some water and said:

- It wouldn't hurt to have some refreshments!

The bread turned out to be fresh, but unusual, somehow heavy (Oleg Rybachenko could not remember the taste of that stale piece eaten in the morning in order to compare). Either it"s unbaked, or they always eat it like this here (or rather, most likely the latter, the rest ate it and didn"t show any dissatisfaction). But the cheese was probably locally produced - very good, similar to feta cheese, which Oleg Rybachenko adored. It's a pity that the piece was only a third of the palm of your hand. And even a teenage boy, not a man.

Margarita supported her exhausted brother. He fell onto the straw as if he had been killed, chewed what he got, lying down, and didn"t even drink. Oleg Rybachenko suddenly realized that he was shivering. One could only hope that it was just shaking after the cold, and especially the wild visions. That after sleep this trembling will go away. Oleg Rybachenko tried to rake up more straw for himself and, if possible, bury himself in it. The appetite had not disappeared, he reassured himself, but as he heard in people; When you have a fever, the first thing you do is cut off the desire to eat. Oleg Rybachenko himself has never been sick yet - thanks to the genetic design. True, I didn"t conduct similar experiments on him, including many hours of walks in the cold. So.. But maybe it will work out. And if not, then there is a chance that for the sake of science they will still treat him...

Some of the girls are shaking just as much, but no one is coughing.

Oh, how oppressive fatigue fell on the pioneer boy, from head to toe! Wrists that were rubbed into blood, swollen scars on the back, wounded, bruised and starting to warm up legs - everything ached, but this aching only intensified the desire to sleep and sleep.

And it"s scary to fall asleep - you may not wake up, or even worse, end up in a vision again. However, quite interesting.

Oleg Rybachenko closed his eyes and immediately swam into the arms of Morpheus - full of dreams, colorful, and deafeningly sounding.

One and the tests did not end there... The ring covering was changed, installing iron sheets with spikes that mercilessly dug into the bare heels of the boys...

Oleg Rybachenko even groaned, but endured it, although he could not stand still, and Dmitry even danced and began to growl...

Their opponents were strong and were clearly older than officially announced. For example, Dmitry's opponent is a head taller than him, and already has a mustache... And, can a mustache break out at the age of eleven?

Oleg Rybachenko"s opponent is also much larger and heavier, and his face is not that of a child"s gangster... However, the boy is no stranger to it, a ring is a ring, everyone meets there!

Both battles took place at the same time.... We need to finish quickly, it"s already approaching midnight...

The transformed Dima almost immediately began to take heavy blows to the face. His opponent had an advantage in the length of his arms, in weight, and was, it seemed, well prepared, both physically and technically... His muscles were generally like those of a muscular athlete... However, Dimka was very defined and fast... He was fast, but now slowed down...

Poisoned Dmitry did not miss many single and double blows in the first round. Even under the right eye a hematoma began to swell...

The second round was even worse, his opponent went forward and hit, hit, hit... And Dmitry almost did not defend himself, only throwing his head back to soften the blows, rarely, but unexpectedly thrusting back, and sometimes getting at his opponent... He growled in German:

- You are Russian, which means you are not full-fledged!

Dmitry harshly retorted, also in German:

- And you"re a German, you"ll get the full benefit from a Russian!

He became furious and hit him in the nose with his elbow...

Usually Dmitry"s nose in this universe is very strong, and it has never been broken, even when hit, but in this case, it was not a blow softened by a glove, but the edge of a hard elbow bone.

And the blood flowed down the boy"s face, forcing it to lick it off... Dimka answered... He caught it coming. The enemy shook slightly and he staggered, but he didn"t have the strength to build on his success - his legs with chipped soles felt like they were made of cotton.

The third round was no less difficult, the enemy was desperately pressing, but Dmitry began to block more often, repelling blows... The rules of the final were changed, since we are talking about an international gold medal, the number of rounds was increased to fifteen... Like the pros. I must say a very cruel decision in relation to teenagers who had already fought five times that day... True, Dimka finished quickly, and his opponent was clearly let down without much of a fight...

But after the first four very active rounds, Dmitry"s opponent slowed down somewhat. He also felt tired, his breathing became much more rapid and at the same time heavier...

Dimka, despite the bruises and severe burning in his bare feet, even felt a surge of additional strength. In the sixth round, he even hit his opponent in the jaw several times... But he was also persistent, large, and perhaps also doped...

In the seventh round, Dmitry"s sneaky opponent slightly changed his tactics and began to try as many blows as possible, contrary to the rules, with his elbow, or even with his head... Dima began to land even more often, and in the eighth round he achieved partial success; Yushka... And when he moved his elbow again, he ran into an oncoming post... Mocking Dmitry growled at him:

- Well, I got caught, who bit!

The German got even more excited, he was still counting on a separate cross hook!

Oleg Rybachenko fought the fight more evenly, almost without missing a beat, and taking advantage of the fact that his opponent was swinging too widely, he met his chin with a left jab or a right cross... But the big German kid did not react to these blows. Then Oleg Rybachenko changed his tactics and began to work on his opponent"s flattened nose... The German"s sniffing lasted for a long time, but by the seventh round it began to leak...

It must be said that Oleg Rybachenko"s opponent was replaced by another, lighter and fairer boy. The former one seemed to be injured (Although of course this is a Nazi trick!)... Therefore, at the beginning of the battle he was fresh and could pick up a frantic pace.

But in the ninth round, Oleg Rybachenko was a little hesitant and missed a blow that knocked him off his feet... The boy"s bare, beaten legs spun helplessly... Olezhek, however, quickly jumped up so that the knockout would not be counted. He rushed and hung on the enemy...

He shook him off, rushing to finish him off... The bugle sounded to announce the end of the ninth round, but the referee pretended not to hear...

Oleg Rybachenko missed a few heavy blows, but held on, softening them with a shake of his head. The enemy went into a frenzy, no longer noticing anything, thrashing. Here the Soviet boy, reflexively, but very forcefully, hit the body towards him... The blow hit him straight in the liver... A very dangerous hit...

The opponent made a few more swings and his large face turned purple. Taking a convulsive gulp of air, he fell forward and began to writhe... The referee immediately stopped the fight, and doctors ran into the ring... It soon became clear that Oleg Rybachenko's opponent was not able to continue the fight, and he was generally taken away on a stretcher, IV...

This had a brutal effect on Dmitry"s friend and he went on the offensive against a noticeably tired opponent... The tenth, eleventh, twelfth round... A tough exchange of blows, but with a clear advantage for Dmitry... The thirteenth round leveled out somewhat, due to a desperate octopus German, and the Soviet boy received a cut on his eyebrow.... But in the fourteenth, the invigorated Dimka again took the initiative into his own hands. These guys didn"t know anything yet, for example, about Muhammad Ali, but in many ways they copied his tactics.

By the fifteenth round, the German"s hands dropped from fatigue, and he no longer reacted to the blows, but simply stood, demonstrating Aryan fortitude.... In addition, Dmitry, due to the dope and monstrous fatigue, usually smashing blows became much weaker. So be it! But there were a lot of them, a lot of them, and they rained down on the enemy"s uncovered chin. Finally, the German"s head couldn"t stand it, the limit of stamina was exhausted and he, a representative of the "Aryan" nation, simply slid down like dirt, about fifteen minutes before the end of the last round...

The referee began to count obscenely slowly, but after the count of five, seeing how terribly motionless Dmitry Lebedev"s opponent was, he interrupted and shouted:

- Rather, a doctor!

And another young "superman" was taken to the hospital... After which the winning finalists lined up in front of a column and began to march... Rose petals fell from above.

The tall boy Dmitry smiled widely, he was having fun. But then he suddenly noticed that the camera was approaching them, and was filming close-up the bare feet of the Soviet boys, heavily punctured by thorns and slightly bleeding... His mood immediately soured and he tried to hide his limbs behind the luxurious gilded sneakers of other young German athletes or bury them in petals.

Oleg Rybachenko tugged at his hand:

- It"s not worth it! It is your embarrassment that will cause laughter and doubts... In addition, in Germany, after the declaration of total war, almost all children walk barefoot, which you yourself saw on the streets of Berlin. So straighten your back proudly.

The medals that they were given were on brown ribbons and made of real gold, approximately fifty grams in weight and nine hundred samples. Of course, for Soviet boys this is a large amount - approximately... It"s even difficult to calculate, since Soviet money seemed to be officially backed, but in fact the issue was carried out without gold reserves.

When the Soviet pioneers ascended the platform, the USSR anthem sounded. By the way, this was not Alexandrov"s music yet, something like an international one. Oleg felt great inspiration here and asked permission to sing...

Himler, who was present at the competition, graciously allowed:

- We will be very glad to hear the composition of our guests from Great Russia.

Oleg Rybachenko bowed first to the right and then to the left, after which he and Dmitry began to sing;

Through life, a knight, you fly like an eagle -

And you don"t want to know the landings!

For us, awards are not a fetish at all -

There is only one way for us to become ladies!

First I tied a red tie,

Then, when the war came...

The thin boy took the shovel in his hands -

So that the needle does not stick into your chest!

Children dug trenches barefoot,

A stale piece for three...

Warmed up in the cold with boiling water,

From biting packs, very angry!

The fighter died and the machine gun fell,

The boy quickly picked it up!

The blow became as powerful as the Katyusha,

Fearless, young team!

I shoot at the chain of black shadows,

Where did you get your accuracy?

Like the sharpest sword in ancient times,

You've got a penalty!

War without pity, alas, is not a mother,

There is a terrible heat in the dryness of the desert!

But you have to give your life for the Fatherland,

Then you will receive happiness as a gift!

But what is it to be in love?

Not every boy knows this...

When streams of blood flow -

He kills fascists brutally!

But the Motherland is love,

It contains the glory of bright generations...

And don"t contradict your heart,

In it Stalin - Steel and Flame - Lenin!

Be a radiant time -

The holy cause of communism...

The evil horde is defeated -

And the root of Nazism was torn out!

Consider all of humanity...

The Soviets were made united!

Let there be heaven on the planet,

I am a knight - Rus' is invincible!

Oleg Rybachenko and Dmitry jumped higher at the last words, thereby further enhancing the impression of their song.

The stands enthusiastically whistled and applauded...

While the boys had, in general, a rather interesting and favorable dream for them, the girls returned to the previously interrupted seizure of the ship. Multi-part visions are a rare occurrence, but there was clearly something more behind it.

More precisely, not knowledge, but fulfillment of the mission of the Hyperwitch and the Russian Demiurge Gods. Working off my immortality.

Now the next compartment, here there are problems with which side the door is open and which side is closed. Here it is best to either bypass or take a risk. However, it"s okay, if she turns the knob, they"ll take her for a drunkard. Then someone unshaven looked out from under the porthole, the girl barely had time to snuggle up. However, he won"t look at her so quickly. The door is closed and you have to knock.

- Who's there? - The exhausted voice wheezes strainedly.

- Ours! - Aurora, who showed an unexpected talent for languages, answered in English with a clear Texas tinge. - We brought local rum, I'm sick of whiskey.

- Oh yeah! Quicker! - The man-sailor behind the door squealed like a pig. - Of course rum!

Massive doors that cannot be penetrated with a grenade are open. A dull-eyed guy is selected, along with several other half-dressed subjects. They smell like a gas attack, or rather intensely smell, of fumes,

- Where is the rum! - They screamed in unison.

- You are so good! - Red-haired Aurora shoots with great pleasure, laying stacks of sailors. I"ve packed as many as three and a half dozen, I"ll have to change the clip. It"s good that the bullets are small, compact, and you can take a lot with you.

- Another compartment cleared! "With a certain amount of autumnal coolness in her voice," she said. "They managed to fire a couple of shots, but I hope they weren"t heard."

Snow White the Terminator replied:

- And those who heard will go deaf!

Margarita Aurora passed through the next compartment, turned around a little, shot a little along the corridor, entering the stern, saw her zombie partner grapple with the Yankees. The dead man, however, showed considerable strength, breaking the cervical vertebrae.

- Well, you almost gave us away! - The Komsomol girl squealed.

- What was left to do! He noticed me and almost raised the alarm! - The zombie took the form of an offended dog.

- Well, you have the idea! Lie down and be quiet. - Margarita shook her finger at the "servant" and quietly slapped her foot on the deck.

At the stern we had to shoot, one of the soldiers threw a grenade, and there was a threat that everything would collapse. The American analogue of the F-1, it flew in slow motion. The decision came unexpectedly; this was not taught in the special forces. Margarita sharply threw the boomerang disc. She turned on her third eye and literally merged with a thin piece of super-strong metal. The mind's eye followed the movement of the disk, and then the tip stuck between the tiles, cutting the weapon and the fuse, blocking access to the acid. A bead of sweat rolled down the blonde terminator's forehead:

- Wow, I almost got torn apart! This is just a miracle. Thank you, Mother of God, for saving me, a sinner.

Red-haired Aurora heard her and said with concern:

- What's there?

- They threw a grenade! - Answered the greyhound Margarita.

- I didn"t hear the explosion! - The Komsomol bear was surprised.

- You won"t believe it, I made it into a boomerang disk. - The snow-white warrior giggled.

- This is how it happens. In principle, this does not contradict the laws of nature if you get between the tiles. - Aurora made a fig-like shape with her bare toes.

- And so it happened! - Margarita giggled, grinning.

The fire devil became curious:

- How many did you kill at the stern?

The beautiful Korshunova proudly replied:

- Twenty-eight people, and the twenty-ninth was strangled by a zombie.

- Not much! Now I'm moving through the cabins to clear the entire ship. Help me! - There was impatience in the red-haired Aurora"s voice now.

- Okay, I"ll move with you. - Margarita abruptly tossed a piece of bloody bone that had stuck to her hair.

The fiery Aurora quickly entered the wardroom, here several officers were already sleeping, and the guards were leading from side to side from the drinking binge. However, they shouted:

- You can"t come here!

- Urgent report from Hamilton. - The fiery Komsomol girl answered and fired a burst, almost point-blank. The bullets fly silently, the light is also not right, you won"t immediately understand that it"s a machine gun firing at you. So it would have been surprising if anyone had reacted. There were eighteen corpses and soon four more were added to them, from the bathroom, even six - a pair of corpses fell off the barrel in an embrace. One of the ashes belonged to a prostitute.

Silent grave in a turnaround,

Found death - little beast!

Today a dollar - tomorrow a bullet in the forehead,

Such a dangerous profession!

Yes, the girl didn"t want you,

Torment while passing exams...

There were other prostitutes dreams

Just twirl your butts!

So that a river of champagne flows,

Yachts, cars - all the honors!

Hands grabbed countless bucks,

The girl decided to be mean!

But only an idiot thinks

The brothel is good and a lot of fun!

I stuffed my mouth with black caviar -

I didn"t know you gave yourself AIDS!

And no one will come to the grave,

Father, be baptized in fear!

It was a very bad outcome

The former client even shits himself!

Your children will not remember you well

It's a shame to know such a mother!

What's left for them - a prison shelter -

To endure punishment in silence...

Therefore, girl, you study,

And work for the beautiful Motherland!

Then there will be a path upward without decline...

Otherwise you'll spend eternity in hell!

The fiery Devil summed up, bowing to the fallen prostitute.

So she passed, like a shadow stuck to the wall and further along the corridor. A fan blows from the side, creating warmth; Aurora has braided her hair into a whipping braid, so it feels pleasant. She approaches the door; if opened, the hot air might awaken those behind the counter. He hesitates a little, then smoothly makes a narrow crack, crawling along it. I felt the ticklish roughness of the rug with my bare abs. I went down the stairs a little and many people were already sleeping and sipping beer at the counter. In the light noise, Aurora"s bare feet are inaudible; bare soles dampen sounds better than shoes, so the girl walked barefoot. Already monotonous destruction with a burst, trying to waste no more bullets on one. Sleepers can generally be slaughtered. If you immediately compress the carotid artery, then the maximum result will be a yawn from the enemy.

And then the bare-legged Aurora worked; on board, in addition to the Yankees, there were about half a hundred Stability fighters, but they only reduced discipline.

- This is what it means when you allow unknown people into the crew.

The girl climbed the ladder, diffused light falls from above. The usual noise, underfoot the carpet was ripped out from nowhere. Judging by the picture, Iraqi. What is this in a sense?

also not bad, although it speaks about the experience of the team. But the craving for excessive comfort is destructive for the Yankees. So she climbed up the steps and stopped. There are three on the bridge and two in a turtle spacesuit. Well, a turtle spacesuit is not even a tank, you can take it from a grenade launcher, but the noise will be like shaving a pig. There is no desire to disrupt such a well-functioning operation.

I turned to my friend Margarita for help:

- We have one here, or rather two in turtles!

- Understand! - Margarita trying to play cool. grinned.

The fire-devil babbled:

- How to get out?

Margarita narrowed her eyes and, with the doubt of a Sphinx on which a booger crawls, asked:

- Is the grenade launcher excluded?

- Too noisy! - Aurora took a deep breath.

- It"s best to throw a boomerang at the face, cutting the armored visor in the area where the glass is. Then put three bullets in there in triple mode. It should work. - Margarita said confidently.

- Come to me, let's do it in sync! - Crackling her fingers nervously, the fiery devil asked.

- Of course, I"m already in a hurry! - Margarita packed a few more and went in from the opposite direction. Barefoot Aurora concentrated and added in a quiet tone:

- You can't miss here.

- Pray, it helps! - suggested Komsomol member Margarita, who had again fallen into religious ecstasy.

- I do not believe in God! - The warrior bear snapped. - This is a sign of weakness!

The blonde warrior, making the sign of the cross on herself, suggested:

- So ask for help - the highest human mind. Let him help win in the name of Soviet Russia.

The girls froze for five seconds, whispered, and then did what they had planned. The boomerang disk, like a thin web, is almost invisible in diffused light. Once he hit two motionless idols in the visor. They didn"t have time to react when silent bullets hit the slightly cut visor, piercing the shells and tearing apart the brains. Well, the third one was killed simultaneously, so he didn"t have time to react. True, the turtle spacesuits fell, creating noise. The curious sailor jumped out, the red-haired Aurora overtook him in one jump, and pointed her index finger at the back of his head.

- Sleep son!

Then several heads appeared down there, a line like a double fan and silence.

- This stage has been passed Margarita!

- Here next to the captain"s cabin, we"ll capture him along with the stones. - Suggested by an angry blonde Komsomol member.

- By itself.

To get to the captain's cabin, it was necessary to perform two sweeps; Margarita Korshunova spared one prostitute selflessly working on a two-meter black man. She was too young, no older than eighteen, or maybe even sixteen. She looked so pleadingly.

- I won"t say anything, warriors...

- Allah! Invincible and driven on the wings of fortune. - Answered the cunning Margarita in Arabic.

Indeed, their faces are not visible, which is blurry, the girl still won"t recognize, and the version that it is the Turkish Sultan will be strengthened.

- Where is the captain? - Aurora asked in English with an Arabic accent.

The priestess of love began to babble:

- In a luxury cabin! This "faggot" is not at all calm about love. Yes, if you want, I will serve you, completely free of charge!

- Girls a thousand times better than you are waiting for us in heaven! - The warrior bears waved it off.

The prostitute did not want to irritate the killers, but the reflex of the whore was stronger than the voice of reason:

- I"ll show you only what I can do! My tongue is light as a feather and sweet as honey!

Seriously angry, Margarita poked her finger in the eyelid, turning off the whore:

- A little more and we would have had to kill her. - A religious Komsomol member was furious at the sight of such licentiousness.

At the entrance they carelessly laid down two guards, jumping behind them and breaking their necks.

The captain, like a complete bastard, was already snoring, hugging two guys, a black man and a Thai. Despite the fact that they also gave in, they tossed and turned nervously.

The girls saw the photo of the captain on the computer and therefore, without hesitation, they killed both "trans boys". The captain of the first rank, the second person after the admiral, was jerked up and brought to his senses with a couple of slaps. Finding itself in captivity for the first time, the ugly creature did not twitch, only looked at its death with stunned eyes.

Margarita raised him to her outstretched arms, covering his mouth with a glove, and Aurora brought a dagger with a glowing blade to her eyes. She hissed like a ferocious cobra:

- One word and I"ll gouge out your eye!

Margarita loosened her jaw slightly, but the captain remained silent.

- That's how you are! - The fire devil made the tone in her voice even more terrible. - Apply pain, Commander.

Galina slightly pressed the nerve ending and covered her mouth, so a scream escaped from the American captain"s throat.

- Well, it will be quieter now. - Red-haired Aurora began to beat out on the floor with her bare fingers a semblance of a rhythm characteristic of funeral marches. - Speak unfaithful boar! Or we'll cut off your dignity and stuff it in our mouth.

When the perverted captain calmed down a little, Margarita slightly squeezed. The blonde warrior also decided to make a verbal contribution to the interrogation:

- Dog, explain yourself if you want to avoid suffering. Otherwise you will only please us.

The captain said indistinctly:

- I"ll tell you everything!

- Well, that's better. How to say interrogation in an easy way! - The girls grinned mockingly.

The captain groaned, his bunny ears trembling:

- Just leave your life!

Aurora logically noted:

- This is the most valuable dish, you still need to earn money!

- I'm a business person. - Why was the captured American happy? - If you want, I can serve you!

- And this one too, spit without leaving, male prostitute! - Margarita remarked disgustedly.

Even the ship's cockroach, having stumbled upon the smooth skin of the girl's leg, rushed back into the crack, outraged by such a proposal.

- How many people are on the ship? - Proud red-haired Aurora pretended that she had not heard the last sentence.

The American pervert hesitated, his face became moronic, as if he had not heard the question, his eyes clap, clap!

The Fire Devil slashed her little finger with her dagger and blood began to flow. He immediately came to his senses:

- Well, how many people are on the destroyer?

- About four hundred! I don"t know exactly when the "stability" militants arrived from the shore. But there are few whores. There aren"t enough of them even for the guys from the coast. - The pretender and moron whined and jerked his pork neck.

. CHAPTER No. 8.

- We'll omit the details! - Fire Aurora immediately moved on to practical matters. - Where are the artifacts?

The captain tried to play "fool":

- What artifacts?

Barefoot Aurora slightly squeezed her knee, the bone crunched.

- Do you understand now?

Pain turned out to be the most effective way to get rid of stupidity:

- Yes, they are in the ship's safe.

Cool Aurora growled:

- What about the safe?

- There behind the door! - The pig primate squeaked.

- The warrior bear flashed her green eyes. Margarita pulled the titanium door towards herself and exclaimed in disappointment:

- Coded!

The captain desperately tried to survive:

- Yes, I have a key.

- Where? - The warrior girl lifted the chair by the leg of her bare foot.

The animal gurgled indistinctly:

- In the closet!

Barefoot Aurora quickly ran up to the cabinet and took out a device with a chip.

- This?

- Yes! - The little rat squealed.

- I'll open it myself! - Dashing Aurora hit the captain in the arms. - Look, be smart.

- Why are there only two of you? - The pig had the courage to be interested.

- Don't be too curious. You will live longer. - Aurora hit Forleind"s flabby stomach with her bare heel, making him writhe in pain. The girl opened the door leading to the safe. Inside the room were several laptops and grenade launchers. Soviet RPG - 39, in one copy, and its more sophisticated American counterpart.

- Do you know the safe code? - The Warrior Bear roared.

- Apart from the last two numbers, only the commander has information about them. - Our Admiral George Arnold.

- Call it! - Margarita poked her foot into the captive"s flabby muzzle, and grabbed his nose with her bare fingers.

Confused, the captured American listed a combination that was not too long. Having grown a little brighter, Aurora"s eyes flashed:

- Well done, I didn"t lie. Point in your favor.

- And then how can I say... Now, if you dial the number incorrectly three times, an alarm will sound. - Suddenly the frightened captain blurted out.

- We already know him! - The Komsomol girl quickly typed the code and opened the four hundred millimeter thick door. The stones were stored in separate boxes and were carefully removed.

- Stingers from the Infinite, have you already used them?

- Mostly yes! - The captive rat squeaked. - We conducted a test in the evening.

The fiery devil was delighted:

- Great, where are the stingers stored?

Stuttering, the captain squeezed out:

- In the hangar, where the hold is. It bears the seal of "Orlan", and at the same time there are two Pershing tanks nearby.

- These boxes are only suitable for scrap metal. But the improved model of "stingers" is quite suitable. - Mad Aurora, teasing the captive, stuck out her tongue.

- They have computer chips, so special, they catch the silhouette. - The American muttered, trying to buy his life.

- We know! - The fire devil turned to her partner. - How many of the four hundred and fifty people do you think are left, Mirabela?

- Less than half. In total, we have two hundred and thirty-eight corpses. - The Komsomol girl even giggled with pleasure.

Furious Aurora exhaled:

- Prisoners will be needed to load the Stingers; there is something for scientists to work on.

The captured bastard blurted out:

-Are you Russian?

- Where did you get the idea, we are Mujahideen. - Komsomol warriors roared.

The captain showed unexpected intelligence and insight:

- Only the Russians can have such tough fighters, capable of capturing a fairly large ship together!

Tough Aurora disagreed:

- And the warriors of the great Turkish Sultan with artifacts!

- That's how? Anything is possible, but you are too intelligent for Arabs. - The pig primate was pissed off. - Although maybe you are Germans?

The swift Aurora, refuting his words, slammed her shin into the stomach, then broke both legs, the goat captain lost consciousness from the painful shock.

- In general, we don"t need him, we know enough. - The red-haired warrior summed up. "Now all we have to do is capture the crew."

Margarita immediately suggested:

- Let's go to the cabins, we have a set of keys!

Aurora was delighted:

- Yes, there is also an emergency electronic opening.

The Komsomol girls quietly went downstairs, opened the cabin doors, and again there was destruction. Just some kind of threshing, not a war, but churning wheat.

- Cabin number six is clean! - Aurora declared, baring her teeth.

- Maybe in room number six! - Margarita giggled. - Let's better go our separate ways.

- We are not geese to graze in a heap. - The fiery devil roared. - Or rather geese, but wild ones!

- That's not true! - The blonde terminator was already offended. - Those mercenaries fight for money, and we exclusively for the Communist Motherland.

The Komsomol girls moved forward in dashes from the crew deck, shooting at singles. Margarita rushed as fast as she could further, to the engine rooms, storerooms, holds, galley. The military were carefully blocked, grinding them down piece by piece. The fact that the duty lighting was weak only played into the hands of the scouts; the enemy ten meters away sees nothing except vibration, but they look clearly.

The computer automatically expressed its opinion.

- What if we use a virus model?

- And we already used a battery-powered smart guy. - Margarita Korshunova said, offended by the robot. - You see all the surveillance systems are in hibernation.

- Like this! - I was surprised by the machine with the chip.

- Back in the admiral"s office, they sent a hybrid of a worm and a virus through the channel. It seems to be invisible, not a single antivirus program will raise the alarm. Such pure work, the invisibility put all surveillance systems to sleep. - The Komsomol girl showed her sharp biceps on her arm for greater persuasiveness.

- Wow, you give it to me! - The machine gun said, amazed at the girls" ingenuity. -Can you reprogram me?

- Is quite real! And what do you want?! - Margarita made a very affectionate face here.

- Realize yourself as a person! - Asked for an electronic device.

- This is unnecessary, just shoot. - The blonde terminator is not a fool to do stupid things. - Later I will tell you about Christ.

Margarita took a position with her back to the ladder, went down on one knee for stability, and pointed the barrel at the door opposite. A guy came out, white this time, only a little "shabby", apparently smoking dope.

- Drug addicts will not inherit the kingdom of God. - A Komsomol warrior interrupted them. - She threw off the bodies, quickly crossing herself.

Barefoot Aurora moved in zigzags along another perimeter, approached the door, it turned out to be locked, and opened it with a universal key. The black man threw a pillow at her.

- Come on, kitty!

The Komsomol girl reacted instantly, ripping both the pillow and the African and his partners; - Less than half. In total, we have two hundred and thirty-eight corpses. - The Komsomol girl even giggled with pleasure.

Oh, I wish I could drag my partners into bed.

- These geeks managed to scare you! - The red-haired warrior bear answered. - Now where to go? Apparently to the deputy's quarters. He seems to be sleeping.

The captain's mate's abode is not so extensive, but music can be heard from there. Does that mean you're a music lover? - Makes things easier.

A barefoot Komsomol girl came in like a shadow, knocked out one soldier, and slightly strangled a second-rank captain by twisting his elbow:

- Do you want to live?

- Want! - He answered that, in general, it was to be expected from an American.

- There will be a chance! - While the dashing Aurora chose to turn it off, but not for long. - You'll come in handy, Kent! She moved on, the corridor began to narrow, clearly the sailors were being demoted in rank. The Komsomol girl took aim at the far door and shot it over the heads of the sentry. So the shot was silent, she spoke in a whisper.

- Bang-bang!

A Komsomol girl carefully tries the handle of the cabin door. Locked. Well, this is half a second, there are seven people in the cabin, three are sleeping, the rest are playing dominoes, quite in Russian. Margarita pulls the trigger with force; in this case, killing does not bring joy. But the job was done, even a drop of blood fell on his face.

- Dead people with scythes stand and silence! - The Komsomol girl giggled.

New cabin, here Margarita left two sleeping people alive, just turned it off, they might come in handy.

- Murder cannot justify selfishness and profit - only honor, freedom and the Motherland are the advocates of violence! - She said - a charming terminator philosopher.

Aurora also moves easily by selecting the ventilation pipe. It's terribly cramped and the backpack gets in the way. I even had to fold the machine gun to shrink. Now the Komsomol girl has become much more agile, although she took risks. It was as if the saints were angry with the sinner, and a mutant spider attacked. And when he just managed to get through. He bit painfully and escaped the fist a couple of times. The Komsomol girl scratched her head, but managed to grab it by the tip of the tentacles and moved it under her elbow. She pulled back her hand and hit it, causing the strong box to burst, causing pain to her stuffed elbow.

- Horrible! - The warrior bear answered. - I'll inject myself with an antidote.

Somehow Margarita got out and broke through to the cabin where the soldiers were snoring. When the door opened, they tried to jump up, but they were immediately covered by a deadly rain. Leaving only one, turning off the guy, the Komsomol girl continued on her way.

The door to her left begins to turn. Apparently the shaven-headed, gap-toothed guy wanted to urinate.

- Who is here? - The sailor asked in a drunken voice.

- Your barefoot dream! - The Komsomol girl arches like a spring and, pushing the door open, hits him in the forehead. But this is still alloy steel. His forehead was suddenly swollen, and the guy who looked like a "boxer" also hit the back of his head. Margarita flies inside, hits the jaw with her iron knee, very sharply, knocking out the teeth. What it lacks in mass, it more than makes up for in speed.

- Looks like I'm ready. - The killer with the figure of a goddess summarized.

There are five more people behind. That means one in the balls, good reception. Punch the other bastard in the forehead, enough to knock him out. The third edge of the palm to the neck. You have to repeat yourself, but this technique is fatal. One guy falls from the top shelf, but on the fly Margarita knocks him head first into the solar plexus.

- Rest, baby. - Says a Komsomol girl.

The last type swears with a three-story obscenity, a mixture of English and Russian words. Isn't he a resident? Margarita carries out a cobra, a strike with her fingers in the eyes, almost fatal. All the "partners" fell silent. True, a voice rose in the next cabin.

- What's there!

- Easy fight! - Margarita answered, hoarsely as if in a drunken voice. - Help our wounded. -

The cabin doors open and they receive a burst of fire, and again the fighters fall.

Good should be with a machine gun,

Evil death for the enemies of the Fatherland!

To control the flight to the stars,

To conquer the firmament in the sky!

We are children of sun communism,

Fighters born like a tornado...

The Nazi will answer for the wolf's roar,

A big bear will tear him apart!

Good is stronger than evil,

Even though evil may be harsher...

We fight under the sky to

Blooming spring has arrived!

There are nightingale songs in it - trills,

And the silvery sound of streams!

Ice, snow and blizzards will recede,

Under the hot sunbeam!

Blooming - daisies, poppies, roses,

The meadow is so lush in summer!

And if you know, frost will come!

Even then you won"t be afraid!

Big cats - these "Tigers"

They roar and shake their heads!

The Krauts throw them into evil games,

But the kaput will still come!

We will wait for the sunrise!

Russian troops will enter Berlin,

The Fatherland is sung with hymns -

And in the abyss of Tartarus there is melancholy!

Then the peoples of the countries will merge,

Brotherhood and love will come!

Pour honey into cups and saucers -

So that blood does not flow in streams!

Margarita sang the last verse deafeningly, and the rest of the verses galloped like horses in the head. When you shoot with a song it"s always interesting:

- Although it is so cruel to do this to living people! - The "Christian" said with regret.

No matter how hard the girls tried, it was impossible to track and control everything with four eyes. A mindless zombie doesn't count. Someone unknown managed to raise the alarm. The emergency lights immediately turned on and the siren started blaring.

- The inevitable happened, and we were too lucky. - Said red-haired Aurora.

The Komsomol girl rushed to the cabins, sailors and special forces ran out of them. She unceremoniously shot them. So many people were killed, the Yankees fell in dozens.

Machine gun fire was heard, grenades exploded, several of them at once. However, the fighters could have hurt themselves more. Silencers also played a role here,

The criminal special forces did not immediately figure it out; death awaits them from within. Margarita blocked the soldiers" exit and threw a couple of captured grenades herself. Screams, bloody fragments of bones fly, and a Komsomol girl caught one severed head with her bare foot. How flexible her foot has become, bending at any angle. You might think that physical laws have changed and the flesh is gutta-percha.

There are bursts of fire from the enemy side, but mostly in the blind. Margarita fires, almost without hiding, the magic stones "Chain mail" reliably deflect all shots.

- It"s a pity that my partner"s name is not the Snow Queen. This would make our couple look more symbolic!

Oleg Rybachenko woke up, this time, not from the bugle and the blow of the whip, but from his own crying - calm and inconsolable. The girls were even still sleeping, performing feats.

And his heroism gave way to a nightmare, as often happens when the Nazis mock you.

Oleg Rybachenko felt himself diving down, as if he had flopped into ink resin, his eyes even began to eat away. Then he really became scared, and suddenly the fascists had gained power over the other world. A grinding sound is heard, a sound like a dog scratching on a drain, only much louder, it bites into your ears, twisting them. The eardrums are broken with forceps. Then a mouth emerges from the darkness with teeth sparkling like volcanic lava. Never before had Oleg Rybachenko Jr. seen such a disgusting face of a monster; the characters of horror films against his background were just a pathetic parody of a nightmare.

Then other even more terrible jaws appeared, some were as huge as Everest, and others were small and looked like very vicious dogs. So they grabbed his flesh with their crooked poisonous teeth. In his entire short life, Rybachenko Jr. has never experienced such pain. The main thing is that it was impossible to find an analogue to the sensations. This is a burning flame and corrosive acid, at the same time freezing and a dull cutting saw.

And they continued to torment him; one could see meat being torn from his hands, bones being exposed, and intestines coming out of his torn stomach. Evil creatures gnaw them, twisting them around their teeth. Rybachenko Jr. groans, tears flow from his eyes.

- Lord, why? After all, I haven"t killed anyone in my life, I haven"t betrayed anyone.

You can hear giggling and it feels like hot needles are piercing your eardrum. Finally, a gigantic mouth appears and swallows him whole. Oleg Rybachenko Jr. sees a flame raging in his throat, it breaks into seven petals completely different in color.

- This is the legendary fire of the underworld. - The boy whispered, the skin on his hands grew together, covered with ugly scars. He tries to slow down his flight, but it is useless; he cannot even move himself a millimeter. A fiery stream touches his beloved youthful body. He had never experienced anything like this, his eyes darkened and it seemed that an eruption began in his mouth, and his stomach rebelled, and he was attacked with nuclear weapons. How hot this flame was, large ulcers appeared on bare skin, bones darkened and cracked, causing suffering.

"No, I don"t want to, I don"t have to," the pioneer yelled at the top of his lungs. - Please let me go!

Each color of fire is a special, unique pattern of pain. Suffering can be given different shades, their diversity is amazing, even the Marquis de Sade did not think of the lengths to which the ingenuity of the inhabitants of the underworld could reach.

- But the devils, you can meet. - The voice of a familiar SS professor squeaks disgustingly.

Their appearance, however, is terrible, but it is especially unpleasant to look at their spiny mouths, which vaguely resemble a mixture of shark and crocodile. But the horns, oddly enough, calmed me down. To distract himself from the piercing pain, the pioneer boy began to remember folklore, where these cute little funny devils, sometimes scary, sometimes funny and naive, sometimes help and sometimes harm people. Particularly memorable is the tale of "Pope and his worker Balda." It is quite possible to deal with such "people". And here all they know is stabbing with pitchforks.

- That the sinful soul did not listen to the National Socialists? - The devil"s horn grew, turning into a kind of beak and poking at the shard.

When bones are broken on the head, it hurts so much that it cannot be described in words. But his consciousness was not clouded; if Oleg Rybachenko had been in ordinary human flesh, he would probably have died of shock. And so he felt a rough touch on his brain, then the monster began to drink the brains. He did it slowly, as if he was straining. Another demon began to drill his nails, driving sharp needles under them.

Oleg Rybachenko screams, his mouth opens by itself.

- Don't let go.

They grab his tongue and pull, slowly tearing it away from the roof of his mouth.

There is also pain, but a little differently, and there are no longer screams, only sobs and howls.

The devils continue to show off, following the nails, they began to break knuckles, and they do this slowly, savoring the suffering.

- This is how the hornless goat gets his portion. - One demon is squealing, probably a senior demon.

Oleg Rybachenko had already reached a state of insanity; he was overwhelmed by a wave of torment. But the devils do not retreat, they have already begun to pull out teeth, then they drill them, piercing the tip into the gum.

- How can one stoop to such cruelty, do they really not have a mother? - Thought the tortured pioneer. Apparently having read his thoughts, the devils screamed.

- There is no mother, father Hitler is Satan.

Then they found new flour, heated up the drill, and finished off the last teeth with a cutter. Next came the turn to the bones. They were broken with tongs red from the heat. The skin was smoking, the bones were burning. It seemed that my heart was about to burst, explode like a bomb.

Then Oleg Rybachenko suddenly felt that his tongue had grown and could say something.

- Have mercy for Christ's sake.

In response, the demons plunged pitchforks into him.

- You are a sinner and should know that Christ is an invention of pathetic people. The true gods are one in two persons and created the entire universe, as well as the fascists, in their own image and likeness. And you people, and read the creatures, must be slaves, carrying out any orders and suffering humiliation. You insignificant slave did not believe in our existence, and now you are experiencing all this on your own skin.

- Now I believe! - The frightened pioneer screamed.

- Late! - The devil from the SS croaked. - You have no chance.

Oleg Rybachenko continued to be tormented, he was broken several times in a row, burned, and then he recovered in an inconceivable way. Then they destroyed it again. Then the SS devils apparently got tired of it themselves and, lifting him into the air, carried him through the underworld.

- Look how the disobedient are punished.

Oleg Rybachenko saw girls crucified on crosses. Their once beautiful bodies were terribly mutilated, blood dripped from them. Large pigs threw crosses, sometimes the victims fell and wild boars pounced on them, tearing the female flesh into pieces. How these unfortunate creatures suffered, tears mixed with sweat and blood flowed down their branded cheeks. There was desperation in his eyes. They seemed to beg: we are innocent, have mercy on us.

- Why are these unfortunate people being punished?

The demon hit the barefoot pioneer boy on the heels with a red-hot crowbar with all his might and said in a nasal voice:

- Various little things. One was insolent to the housewife, another broke her favorite vase, the third refused to have sex, the fourth retreated. That is, to get here, you don"t have to be a big sinner, minor offenses are enough.

- And their torment will never end? - Oleg Rybachenko groaned.

- And this is up to the Almighty God and the merciless Fuhrer to decide. If His Majesty Adolf is the first to issue a decree of pardon, then they may be transferred to another less painful place.

- To heaven!? - Oleg Rybachenko said with confidence.

The unclean SS man rolled:

- There is no heaven for you primates. There are simply places where you will not be beaten and tormented every second and where you can continue to serve your masters after death.

Oleg Rybachenko, shaking with horror, asked:

- And what awaits people whose crimes are more serious?

- We'll show you this too.

The devil stabbed him in the eyes with a pitchfork, the apples burst, liquid poured out and the boy writer looked askance. Then, after a few seconds, I regained the ability to see, although every blink caused an unbearable itch. They flew again and then even more disgusting creatures flew out to meet them.

Oleg Rybachenko looked at them carefully. The appearance is really nothing: a bare, hairless and scabbed skull; eyes burning with infernal light; a short, like a severed nose with a black hole in the middle. And, perhaps the most disgusting thing is the absence of a lower jaw, instead of which five thick tentacles in the shape of a devil"s star hang and move. So he leaned close to Oleg Rybachenko, sinking his teeth into his lips, giving him his famous kiss. Then his claw hands began to break bones. The pioneer writer Oleg groaned from acute pain in his elbows, his joints were crushed.

- That"s how a primate can, let"s drink for getting to know each other.

Unstuck from Rybachenko the writer, the monster extended his hand to the bowl, and it instantly filled with wine. He poked it in the pioneer's face.

I couldn't even scream. As if a volcano had erupted in his nostrils, the pioneer boy was awakened by his crying.

Mirabela, on whose scratched legs Oleg Rybachenko"s head lay, only twitched from the shaking and continued to smile in her sleep. A happy girl until she was plunged into the underworld by the Nazis. This is what their infernal technology has come to - you no longer have control over your thoughts!

But still, reality: stuffy and at the same time quite cold - turned out to be a thousand times better than the demonic dream. The boy-pioneer-writer felt a chill as if blown away by the wind. However, sometimes he even wanted to get sick, so that they would take pity on him and give him a chocolate bar. But if you are not sick, then this is such a blessing! The boy took a breath and ran his hand over his thin face, wet from tears, relieved to get used to the idea that he had only dreamed of the horror of Nazi Hades. There is nothing worse than slavery, Oleg thought and shuddered. It turns out that there are things in comparison with which slavery can be worse only in words... Although, of course, hell is probably not real. But what if the fascists return him there again and with even greater intensity.

They won't rust. We must survive at any cost and outwit these Krauts. He may even pretend to be broken, or ask to serve them himself. Temporary of course!

But... this is surprising. Almost immediately, something in Oleg Rybachenko rebelled at this thought. It rebelled not like in previous days, with convulsive tremors mixed with fear, but irreconcilably and violently. He did not put his hatred for the SS men who captured him and their damned master, the Fuhrer, into words - not even into thoughts. I didn"t look for explanations or justifications. But I clearly decided for myself: to run away at the first real opportunity. And if the higher ones give it, and if there is even the slightest chance, he will help the others escape. Why?! But because he is a pioneer! And a pioneer must help his comrades - Komsomol members! And simply because he wants it that way, but the fascist doesn"t want it at all! Eh!!! It"s difficult to talk to anyone, and without knowledge of the underworld he"s fallen into, it"s hard to escape... Oleg Rybachenko crumpled the straw and slammed his fist on its pillow. He will not be a slave to Hitler and his pack! The pioneer of the land of Soviets: he doesn"t want humiliation and pain - that"s enough, and everything is here to the finish!!!

Some of the girls were already waking up... The poor things were exhausted, that"s how the city"s heels, especially, were cracked.

But, alas, you have to pretend. As long as he wears a mask of humility! I don"t want to go to the basement of the Gestapo, and getting punched in the face is not a great pleasure...

So he will still find his chance.

The most disgusting thing is these werewolves. I remembered the eyes, and now, before blossoming, when the senses were heightened, the boy-pioneer-writer clearly understood: these are not wolves, but smarter creatures, a product of directed mutation. From gene displacement - much smarter than their degenerate SS riders. The question is, are they smarter than Soviet people?

It"s clearly starting to get light and we need to hurry.

Oleg Rybachenko rolled over onto his side, got on all fours and crept between the sleeping people to the cracked wall. It was built skillfully, firmly, although it had holes and no cement - you couldn"t loosen it without making noise. The village was still asleep, but a fire was burning at the gate and shadows could be seen near it. Motorcycles and armored cars are nowhere to be seen... The locals are on guard, or what?

The girls left bare footprints.

Oleg Rybachenko flinched - they grabbed him by the shoulder and stepped back, preparing to defend himself. But in the reflections through the crack the eyes of the cool Aurora sparkled.

The fire devil asked:

-Where is the naked man going?

"I really want to run," Oleg Rybachenko whispered quietly, but with annoyance. - Do you understand how they got me here!?

Cool Aurora remarked with a smile:

- While these werewolves are herding us... Although not werewolves at all, but something... - The girl was confused in search of an explanation. Then she added hesitantly. - There is something cosmic about them. I don't know what...

Oleg Rybachenko himself concluded:

- They won"t let you leave!

The red-haired girl shrugged:

- They won"t give it that easy, but the chance will always come! Until then, gather your strength. If the Creator Rod gives, our people will come to Crimea and sweep away Hitler"s evil spirits.

The morning in Crimea turned out to be sunny and cold, but windless. The mud from yesterday's rain was frozen. Well, winter didn"t want to go away without a fight. The frost sparkled richly, like scattered and hung silver, but this beauty made one feel uneasy. Moreover, three boys of about twelve who brought brown bread and a large cauldron with some appetizing-smelling, clearly not prison stew (then one of the very nasty-looking SS guards came in with bowls) clearly explained to the girls in the barn-casemate what was outside Cold. True, they themselves, as befits children under the Nazi occupation, are barefoot. There even seems to be such an order so that young children are less likely to tear their shoes. But they may not be allowed to leave the house anywhere.

. CHAPTER No. 9.

However, it"s okay, this is not real frost, but frost freezing. Winter is already over, and spring is stormy in Crimea!

Oleg Rybachenko suddenly wanted to brush his teeth. Terribly bitter in the mouth. Even much more than it is - hands reached out to scrape teeth.

The pioneer ran to the door, jumped, and broke off an icicle. He stuck it in his mouth, chewed it and spat it out. Then I rinsed it again and let it flow again. I immediately felt fresher and felt the rush of April in my soul.

There was something liquid-flour in the cauldron and it seemed to contain mushrooms. I had to slurp it over the edges of the bowls, and, by the way, the stew turned out to be tasty. Really with gusto, and not just out of hunger. The club from the SS, the degenerate guard, yawned with all his gaped, fetid mouth and sleepily looked around. But now I can twist him in the head, Oleg Rybachenko suddenly thought, chewing Ukrainian bread.

But where will he go later? They will cover you with a whole company, and even with a local garrison. And it will be worse for them than... In that vision - where the Nazis lowered him like a hose.

That he"s an idiot to set himself up like that... Not himself, but other girls and three boys. And himself too - the country will still need him.

Oleg Rybachenko became thoughtful. Take, for example, an airplane - does it need to have duralumin in its design? Is it possible to make it entirely out of wood, but giving it the hardness of titanium! Theoretically, wood, in its formula and molecules, has such a valency that it can actually surpass titanium in strength, with less weight.

This means that the aircraft will increase maneuverability and gain survivability.

Yes, and body armor can be made for fighters of super class and tanks will become like that...

You won't break through them. Even the "Royal Tiger", which he saw in visions, will pass. And our tanks are not afraid of dirt. And the shells won"t even hit them.

Oleg Rybachenko, devouring food, asked his sister-in-arms in an insinuating voice:

- Listen, if you bind sawdust with reagents based on aqua regia, what effect will you get?

Margarita immediately replied:

- They will smoke... - The girl was surprised. - What did you try?

Oleg Rybachenko said in a whisper:

- I was looking for a way to increase the strength of wood. And believe me, my airplane showed the practical possibility of doing without metal parts!

- You are a real Lomonosov Oleg... - The sister in arms put her finger to her lips and kissed the boy on the forehead.

While they were eating, two other SS guards approached. Yesterday's German general walked with them. Behind him are two fighters, a boy and a girl, with a pleasant appearance. Also SS, but from a different sector. Here all five of them were holding mugs with something steaming in their hands. And the young fascist brought another one to his partner. The aroma of cinnamon, honey, melons and apples floated through the casemate. The general said loudly in a questioning tone:

- We"ll hang the girls right away or we"ll have some fun first!

The prisoners around laughed, and even the SS guards supported, and the gray-haired general simply laughed, opening his mouth like a bulldog with surprisingly strong and long fangs, intact and large teeth like those of a pacer horse.

Maybe it"s crazy that the girls laugh at this, but... It"s better this way than crying and showing tears to the Nazis.

Oleg Rybachenko thought about it: will they be left here or will they be driven out again? Well, in fact, what is the point in their transitions if the main thing is experiments with no clear purpose. Why do the Germans burn fuel when driving equipment? And if you at least deliver them somewhere, then maybe you can come up with something simpler. Load onto trucks or trains. And a transport plane, if experiments are so important, why regret it?

What's the point of leading them like sheep on a chain? Or are they testing their endurance? Indeed, none of the girls have fallen yet. Yes, during the first transition we fell, but it turned out okay. So what should you check now?

Or maybe endurance improves from exposure to unprecedented devices. Is this effect measured? And so they drive barefoot along a winding road, clearly not trying to reach a specific destination faster?

And this is logical - if you experiment, then do it to the end. And check the slightest nuances. Let it be as they say - everything will be good.

Maybe their soldiers are thus being prepared for Soviet captivity and deportation to Siberia!

Behind all these thoughts, Oleg Rybachenko missed the moment when they began to shackle them and roughly push them out. Repetition is the mother of torment!!! Frozen mud with pieces of ice cut the child"s bare feet like broken glass.

Margarita energetically encouraged her brother in arms:

- A good invigorating massager, such an applicator with needles that the snow queen provided us with!

Oleg Rybachenko also joked:

"It"s not the pain that"s terrible, or even what causes it-the worst thing is the fear of pain that deprives courage!"

Another new, or rather old torture - oh well, the number of grievances will be greater. And victories too.

After all, he thus gets used to enduring, and even better if there is an opportunity to take revenge!

And maybe try to sing for cheerfulness. Just first get the motive.

The village woke up a long time ago. Only the ubiquitous children accompanied the caravan. Finally: already at the forest, one of them threw fresh manure at the fat leader of the convoy, and the whole barefoot pack of children ran away laughing. And already at the edge of the forest, a tall boy who looked to be about fourteen came across. With black curls and in shabby clothes, dirty boots, with a spear in hand and two lean white dogs, who immediately stood on either side of the owner, the exhausted but beautiful captives barely appeared. The black-eyed boy's right hand was wrapped in a bloody rag, and in general he looked rollickingly careless. It is clear that a gypsy or also a gypsy woman: the neck, wrists and ear were decorated with a twisted thick hryvnia, massive sleeves and an earring. Next came four younger gypsy boys - they were straining but cheerfully dragging a huge boar on a drag, but froze in place when they saw the procession.

They whistled and pointed with their fingers. Vulgar jokes were heard regarding the scantily clad captives. Moreover, it"s a blatant three-story obscenity.

The SS men barked in response and even began filming as if they were uncultured

children show obscene gestures. To apparently show something similar in Germany.

The older gypsy boy shouted something at the punks. They suddenly calmed down

They became quiet and stood still.

Mirabela remarked in a whisper:

- Surely the baron's son! But what does it matter?

Oleg Rybachenko logically noted:

- Hitler hates gypsies. This means the gypsies are our allies. But with such behavior they disgrace the Romulus family!

Passing by, Oleg Rybachenko met the blue squinted eyes of the gypsy leader. There was pride in them - the innate and unconscious pride of a young predator who had never known defeat in life. There was deep contempt, but not for Oleg and not for the other chained captives.

The pioneer writer asked the free leader:

- Let's kick the Krauts in the gut! Shall we tear the dogs apart?

He answered briefly:

- The coffin has already been ordered!

And they involuntarily quickened their pace in the cold, as the pioneers say, we are eagles, not blind rabbits.

Oleg Rybachenko even decided to sing for greater cheerfulness, even if it was still audible. You have to set yourself up for victory;

Thunderstorms rage and horns roar,

War has broken out in the world again!

There was our detachment of Octobers,

When the horde invaded the Fatherland!

A tie is tied - a Fritz near Moscow,

Volleys of guns sprayed fire...

Digging trenches with a barefoot girl,

To protect the approach to the heart of Russia!

Someone is killed, but Lenin lives,

In every smile and every grin!

The sound of the trumpets is mighty - soon we will go on a hike,

We are pioneers with ardent valor!

The tanks are burning, the Fritz are kaput,

We beat boldly - children of the people!

The Katyushas will sweep away the abomination -

We praise the Almighty Lord - Rod!

We were born - know to win,

It is not possible to forgive cowardice one bit!

Passed the exam - clearly an A,

Well, Adolf stepped on the rake!

The Russian soldier is a faithful hero,

He doesn't know the words - he's AWOL!

Know that you were born with a red dream,

We can harness even a seasoned wolf!

Our Stalingrad, our Leningrad,

The holy land of giants is everywhere!

The shells hit like a furious hail,

And the pioneers are united with the Fatherland!

We can fly, I believe, to Mars,

We can build rockets to Venus!

Well, the fascist stakes you in the eye,

There is no one stronger than a Russian in faith!

It"s broken, believe the Fritz"s backbone,

We will win, even if we are starving now!

The mad beast will be crushed,

Well, victory will come in warm May!

Don't cry to mom, don't shed tears,

If I die, consider me a communist!

Stung to myself like spoiled glue,

Only benefits the fascists!

It"s hard to walk through the snow, but fortunately, the mud melted quickly enough.

And then everything is the same as before. Routinely through mountain corners, avoiding human settlements, stomping, almost in a circle.

No, they walked if you look at the Sun in some kind of spiral. In the direction of Sevastopol, and that"s for sure.

But at the same time, the column still bent. Conveyors roared, locators made noise. And again tests.

They drove me back into the dungeon, only this time into the former bloodshed. Even the smell of manure has not disappeared.

But there is a lot of hay, you will sleep softly. They unchained us without further ado and ordered us to wait for dinner.

And they really respected it: five local women appeared, carrying a large can filled with milk soup.

Margarita was surprised and asked Captain Natasha:

- There are miracles in a sieve or without a sieve. But really, either the Germans are much kinder than our propaganda portrays them, or we are valuable birds!

Red-haired Aurora remarked quite rudely:

- Don"t flatter yourself too much! Guinea pigs are always fed a balanced diet.

Oleg Rybachenko inappropriately inserted:

- And especially pigs! So that you gain weight faster!

The red-haired warrior confirmed:

- The truth speaks through the mouth of a baby! Don't be happy with generous rations! Moreover, it is a prison!

Oleg Rybachenko logically suggested:

- We"d better eat and then we"ll see!

There was vermicelli floating thickly in the soup and it looked like they even added honey. And the bread was brought completely fresh and fragrant. It was as if they were at a resort. It's warm in the barn. And consider spring to have already returned, pushing aside Mother Winter.

Oleg Rybachenko drank the bowl, then seeing that the large can was not yet empty, he asked for more.

After which sleep came to both him and the girls like a wave from the fall of a meteorite - suddenly and inevitably.

A zombie terminator jumped up from behind. I even feel sorry for Dmitry Baranov. The bullet hit him right in the middle of his chest. But the previously convicted zombie does not notice and fires.

- My body is still early dead and the extra lead doesn"t bother me at all. - Dmitry smiled, so scary, like a dead man.

- Ugh and horror! You remind me of Hades. - Margarita noticed, exclaiming.

Red-haired Aurora lay down on the top step of the bridge, taking fire not only the exit from the military compartment, but also a significant part of the corridor. From here it is convenient to sweep away colored guys jumping out of the cabins with fire. At the same time, from time to time, she needs to move herself, shifting her position:

- Don"t worry, sister Margarita, there are already less than a hundred enemies. We'll manage somehow!

- Even less than seventy, I"m starting a "loud sweep"! - The Komsomol bear bared her snout.

- Move into the engine room, the enemy can blow up the boilers and try to sink the ship! - Now the red-haired Aurora was clearly worried. But, of course, it didn"t shoot any worse; on the contrary, it cleans it out like rust with an emery saw. And there are tubs of blood from her kisses of annihilation!

- Come on! By screws! - Margarita said a phrase from her favorite cartoon. More precisely, the cartoon that stood out in this brutally distorted Nazi reality. - Dead bodies to hell!

The Komsomol girl walked down the corridor like a whirlwind of annihilation. Here are the compartments, titanium doors, steel partitions. Zombies are behind her. He doesn"t hide, and now it"s his turn. M-18 rifle, caliber 7.45. It hits exactly, right in front of the heart. The zombie criminal is knocked down by this, he falls, but then jumps up. Throws a grenade.

- Well, you are an unforgiving macho. - Margarita is surprised.

A Komsomol girl knocked down the engine room door. She released a boomerang disc, cutting off several people. She finished off the rest with swings of her dagger. The carcass of a fighter with Japanese features fell into thick steam. His face was immediately scalded and he lost consciousness from shock, or perhaps even fainted.

- The cleanup is going well! - Margarita brought it to our attention.

- I'm not a failure either! - A delighted Aurora answers. A long machine gun burst is heard from above, then two more. The Komsomol girl shoots, silencing the adversary.

- They break through from all sides. It's like you're in the game Annihilation. - The fiery devil withered away.

- I'm moving too. Several corpses are visible. However, the main opponents have already calmed down. - Margarita reported.

A grenade fragment wounded Dmitry. It struck right through, flying out through the back. Prisoner Baranov just pressed his finger to his lips:

- No need to scream, it doesn"t hurt me.

"Don"t go into hell ahead of your aunt!" Margarita said, squinting her right eye.

- I obey! - But the zombie did exactly the opposite.

Margarita walked through the corridor, another explosion of bursts, someone"s prolonged scream, as if nails were being pulled out, and a heavy grenade exploded.

Bare-footed Aurora, having killed the fugitives, poked her head into the cabin, one, two, three. Only in the fourth did they want to roast her with fire, but the Komsomol girl was ahead of them, forcing her enemies to be silent forever.

- There are fewer and fewer of them left, but some are hidden in a cell near the warehouse. - Aurora screams. - Throwing grenades is dangerous, trick.

- Imitate the voice of the captain of this stinking trough. - Mirabela Korshunova advised. They will open it for you, then you can carefully cut it off in a burst. Stingers must not drown. I'm behind the engine now, using a boomerang. A grenade fragment wounded the tough Dima. It struck right through, flying out through the back. Prisoner Baranov just pressed his finger to his lips:

ng, I filmed three more.

Frisky Aurora squealed with real concern:

- Well done, soon helicopters will appear, and it will be worse for us.

Roar in response:

- As if you don"t know!

& The Fire Terminator Devil agreed:

- I know, hope warms the soul!

ME-198 light and sound grenades flew towards Aurora. The Komsomol girl rushed to meet them, repelling them with her body. The field of six stones worked like rubber, returning the grenades back. The corpses are flying out again, I"m tired of even counting.

A Komsomol girl ran around the corner, lay down, fired a burst, mowing down those trying to come in from behind. A guy appeared in an animal suit, but the mad Aurora was waiting for him, and once she took him down with the same grenade launcher that fell on the Yankee soldier. The shot is quite powerful and hits the most vulnerable part - the visor. Half of his head was blown off and a huge metal mass collapsed with a ringing sound on the armor.

- You need to have a snack! - Aurora the greyhound joked.

Now the Komsomol girl approached the warehouse and, imitating the commander"s voice, said:

- I injured! The Mujahideen are chasing me! Let this order in.

Well, who dares to disobey. The Komsomol girl jumped onto the ceiling, secured herself and, firing from the top of the door, destroyed nineteen frightened soldiers, hitting their heads.

- The first phase of clearing in the most dangerous place is over. - The Komsomol girl announced.

There was a jerk next to Margarita, and she jumped into the opening. Here in the hold there is a desperate smell of burnt metal and a piercing whiff of explosives. Someone else tries to "jump the boat" and falls through, punched through. Two guys, clearly blinded, raise their hands and scream in English:

- Do not shoot! Let's give up! Spare us in the name of the Geneva Convention.

The kindest Margarita Korshunova could not kill unarmed people and therefore simply turned them off with the usual pressure of her fingers. There was regret in the voice of the warrior bear:

- We are still such young boys. Well, why do you need this NATO army? If, God forbid, you stage a provocation, we will crush you like kittens. Say orange Aurora, we're almost done cleaning up.

- The enemy may be hiding. Try to listen and catch the anxious breathing, and we have an excellent sense of smell! - The red-haired fury deliberately snorted loudly.

- Yes, I smelled the stench. The corpses are about to begin to decompose, and then our abilities will play against us! - Mirabela faked but cried loudly.

The Komsomol girls slipped past the cabins. Aurora ran especially fast. Here is the smell of adrenaline, there are three fresh fighters. We got ready and froze in ambush.

"This is no longer serious." In response, a shot from an RPG rang out. The shell flew past, but pierced part of the armor plate. Still, this power is designed for firing against the T-7. A Komsomol girl almost blindly threw a boomerang disc, cut someone off, and a scream was heard. She burst in with a couple of shots, killing the brave ones. The others screamed:

- We give up too!

Out of anger, Aurora kicked with her bare foot, so much so that she knocked down three of them at once.

- Cripple the people's property! - The Komsomol terminator growled.

Only one young convict remained standing.

Margarita in the hold also met resistance. On the way, she shot down a soldier, obviously a Green Beret. They shouted: "hand-to-hand combat!"

Margarita answered with a roar:

- Please, merci! - Performed the "double claw" technique. As a result, the Green Beret's neck was broken.

I grabbed grenades, it became a little safer here, a dozen soldiers apparently tried to put into practice the scout rule: survival at any cost. Margarita, however, even liked this game in her own way:

- Well, fine, if you insist so. Let's play baseball, your favorite American role as a pitcher.

- If you want, I can see you can play with them! - Red-haired Aurora giggled.

- Do not mind! - The blonde killer giggled even louder.

- I walked along the corridor, there are still cabins that have not been cleared. - The Komsomol girl was already moving, short lines were heard, they were the last. Fearless Aurora did not even hide herself, proudly puffing out her chest.

- I'm like a robot terminator. - Only there won"t even be any dents left in me.

The Komsomol girl silently walked down the steps. Turned on the infrared reflector. I checked the cabins. They seem to still be moving. Agile Aurora stepped over the corpses, leaping like a doe or a ninja. She didn't want to waste ammo, so she simply flew into the cabin. She walked through with a dagger, and the enemies fell silent. Then the next, similar tactics.

Margarita also does not waste time, throwing grenades in a curved arc. One explosion then another roars. The soldier, cut by shrapnel, ran out of the corridor and came across a boomerang disk.

- And this one goes there too! - Margarita was surprised. - How you all love spicy food.

A still cheerful zombie flashed in front of her. He opened fire from an Israeli machine gun, apparently picked up among the trophies, with the menacing name "Armageddon". And apparently he killed someone, the bullets ricocheted off the sides, knocking out new blood stains.

Margarita noticed that the smell of the corpse from the zombie had become stronger; she was clearly dying. Here again there is a shot and again fragments of the dead man"s bones rain down.

Margarita ran around the corridor, firing from a captured M-18. It's a shame you have to recharge. But you can use captured grenades. I don't feel sorry for my own people. The girl throws them in a peculiar way, picking them up with the toes of her bare, girlish feet.

"Lemons" fly, it turns your guts out. The corpses are visible and everything becomes quiet. There shouldn't seem to be any survivors left.

- They seem to have quieted down here. - Says a Komsomol girl.

Agile Aurora confirms:

- I'm already on my way. - The terminator scout dealt with another bunch. Now the details remain. Like a fox hunting a hare, she runs up to the last door on the left. She even sang:

- A nightmare reigns in my pupils, a steel blow will crush you! I'll shoot Rambo's eggs and grind the bones! I will amaze everyone!

A grenade flies out from there into the corridor. The ferocious Aurora knocks her down as she goes. Explosion, fragments fly. Another one hit the wall, bounced off and flew back, controlled by hand.

There was a crash in the doorway. Screams are heard. The Komsomol girl looked into the cabin. The officer is trying to collect his guts. A terrible picture.

- Yes, you punished yourself. - Dashing Aurora finished off with a feeling of mercy. - In general, in my opinion, grenades are not aesthetically pleasing. However, this is better than a simple fist. The last cabin has been cleared! How's your fart Margarita?

- Dragging the prisoner! - Said a Komsomol girl. - Looks like it's all over here too.

Aurora sent her call sign through the walkie-talkie:

- Listen to me, Don Quixote. We have just completed the operation, everything has been cleared, the team can disembark.

- A miniature submarine is already on its way. But don't forget to deal with the Jump helicopters. - A metallic voice sounds like a dull saw cutting your ears.

- Of course, we are already waiting for them. - The red-haired beast finished.

Three "Sachkov" actually entered and were already approaching. Margarita and Aurora grabbed the RPG - "supercobra", an analogue of the RPG twenty-nine and six. Three grenade launchers turned out to be prepared. It is important that the enemy reduces the distance and slows down. First of all, the "Net" tries to go lower in order to examine the decks and the bandits who dared to attack the best army in the world. The improved version of the Net has powerful weapons, good armor and three propellers. Not every anti-aircraft system will take it, you can see how thermal missiles are fired. What's wrong with an RPG spinner? One that is not self-guided. This means it is more difficult to get out of it. Nevertheless, the girls take aim and take the lead into account.

Margarita prays again. After all, there are good guys in the helicopter. Already the skin feels the movement of the blades. The touch of the wind is pleasant and alarming.

- Oh, I"m destroying again, a work of art! One consolation for a military man!

Cheerful Aurora grinned:

"Of all works of art, it is military masterpieces that are most firmly entrenched in people"s memory and evoke the most tears!"

- Right! A painting painted in blood is brighter than an oil painting and fades much more slowly! - Margarita agreed, sad from forced cruelty. So everything is taken into account, you can shoot!

- Let Texas justice be done! - As always, Aurora has not lost her sense of humor.

The shells ripped open the bellies of the vehicles. The turntables shattered into small fragments. The fire devil fired from both hands at once, and therefore all three cars were covered.

The fragments did not hit the girls as they flew past.

Kara-132 appeared in the distance. The planes purchased from Argentina flew at high altitudes. They shot blindly, in their crazy flight.

- This is another miscarriage. - Margarita noticed. - Shrinking of the mind.

The red-haired Komsomol member agreed:

- I guess, yes! It will be difficult to remove them from the RPG.

- But I"ll try anyway! - Margarita, now forgetting about kindness, was radiating with rage. - But from another more violent and long-range grenade launcher designed against rapid reaction tanks. - The blond Komsomol member showed an impressive-looking weapon.

- Maybe we can test the improved properties of "stingers"? - Aurora suggested, baring her pearl teeth.

- It"s a pity to spend on such old stuff! - Margarita snapped.

- But there will still be an improved demonstration. Let our guys watch it at the same time. - The terminator bear threw a dagger with its chiseled toes, the tip pierced right into the eye of the black man trying to look out from behind the pipe.

"Then there"s only one Stinger, and I"ll make do with a grenade launcher." - Answered the bright friend.

- Okay, let's do that. - Aurora rushed to the warehouse. The mutilated former penalty boxer Dmitry Baranov, or a living corpse, walked past them, as if he was deliberately exposing himself to bullets. Probably, with the help of the latest computer equipment, they were able to see the zombies, despite the distance. Large-caliber machine guns hit, most of the bullets rained down. But there are eight shooters, and many thousands of bullets are ejected. They punched the zombie and he fell! The completely broken soldier whispered:

- I fulfilled my duty!

- Looks like it! Where is the roaring Aurora, if not for the "armor" I would have been hit long ago. - Margarita looked back.

- I am here! - A Komsomol girl brought out a "Bumblebee" and "Stinger" grenade launcher. - Now aim.

Margarita again merged with her weapon, saw every movement of the enemy, a soft press on the trigger. The projectile is flying! But the Stinger worked, and it reached the target much earlier. The American weapon exploded so loudly that even a nearby helicopter was thrown away. As a result of this unforeseen circumstance, Margarita missed:

- Terrible! This is the first time this has happened to me!

- He changed the trajectory, don"t be upset, Komsomol girl! - Whispered the dying Dmitry Baranov.

- Maybe! But my intuition failed me. - Margarita was now ready to cry.

- Try again. - Aurora encouraged.

But Kara-132, apparently, received damage from fragments of a downed colleague, went to the side and began to descend. Margarita said, confused and anguished:

- Maybe he"s had enough for now!

The red-haired bitch with good deeds growled:

- Okay, it's time to unload the Stingers. The path is clear.

Almost simultaneously with her words, a submarine surfaced. Small, but quite voluminous, four fighters in electronic suits jumped out like a catapult. Margarita looked at them: they were dressed in armored suits, but they didn"t look as clumsy as the previous models.

- Shall we load the Stingers? - Asked the great-granddaughter of Lomonosov and Stenka Razin.

- The warehouse is open! - Red-haired Aurora answered. - Let's give it to you!

. CHAPTER No. 10.

The commanding officer of the paratroopers, the colonel, stated coldly:

- Well, let's unload quickly and try to deal with this cunning weapon.

A Komsomol girl walked along the deck; a German G-5 rifle was lying around. Next to it is another with a grenade launcher. As is typical for Germany, it is quite high quality, maybe even better than the M-18, or, in any case, more reliable. The newest modern model MG-8, also German, is screwed up, but is not of particular interest to researchers.

The Stingers were stored in oblong containers, carefully stacked, secured and lined with shock-absorbing nets using a hydrolyzed cushion. They were dismantled and packed away. Komsomol girls actively helped their armored guys. One of the finds was an unexpected RPG -49, the newest model.

- It"s strange, we didn"t export these. - The colonel in charge of the operation noticed. Then he turned to the girls and answered enthusiastically:

"You don"t see women like you in every action movie." Hundreds of corpses and the capture of a large ship. I think soon a film will be made on your topic. - And a cry of thunder. - They will call it Margarita and Aurora hide the zone!

There really isn't anything here;

There were also improved models of OG and PG, models with more powerful explosives. In particular, the PG used four types of acid, and electrical induction, which made it possible to launch a blast wave, piercing multilayer active armor along with an anti-cumulative shield in a narrower direction (And where did Margarita read such fiction?). The cost is a little more expensive, but it is effective.

- "Pershing" is already outdated. - I noticed the daughter of Lomonosov and Korshunov whose false memory had awakened. - More advanced Powell tanks have appeared in service; they have only two crew members, and they are positioned prone. Very similar to our Soviet IS-10, only the armor is a little thicker. It would have been nice to capture him.

- Not everyone can be caught in the zone. We'll grab something for Antarctica too. - Aurora joked, sending sun glare with her teeth. - We are not afraid of frost.

- I know it! - Margarita flashed her pearl teeth even brighter.

During the conversation, the Stingers were being unloaded. There were exactly one hundred and five of them. Five were supposed to arrive in Russia, and the rest, after processing, were transferred to terrorists.

The Komsomol girls asked the colonel:

- Where are the pebbles?

An experienced special forces soldier reasonably explained to the beauties:

- The fact is that if they are brought to Soviet Russia, they will quickly lose their properties and it is not known when they will be restored.

- Certainly! - Confirmed by female Komsomol members.

Colonel Yuri (here Margarita remembered that he has a funny surname Petukhov!), suggested Solon"s option:

- So let them stay with you for now. Just give the Turkish Sultan not seven, but six. All the same, he will not be able to use armor amplifiers and stingers, and the level of trust in you from terrorists will increase.

The fire devil, of course, agreed with this proposal:

- Without a doubt. Which stone should I leave?

The colonel wrinkled his high forehead, wrinkles appeared in the moonlight like sea ripples, and then smoothed out. He nevertheless made a decision:

- The one that absorbs radiation, you might need it. And the remaining six will return to us after the Turkish Sultan is dealt with. - The Colonel ran the edge of his hand across his throat.

Now Margarita"s interest has awakened:

- How long will it take to remake the Stingers?

The colonel confidently declared, rubbing the yellowish-orange grass of the zone with the spiked surface of his boot.

- Not so much, we have special robotic designers who will do this. - And he waved his fist. We'll do it in an hour or an hour and a half! We'll let you know.

Jumping up, Aurora giggled, baring her teeth:

- Okay, what about our task?

The special forces commander roared:

- Go to the city, killing everyone on your way! By doing so, you will weaken the pro-American group Constancy and create more noise. Yes, the Turkish Sultan will be grateful to you.

- Is this logical? - Both Komsomol members clearly doubted the ideas.

The special forces colonel laughed strainedly:

- We calculated logically! So Russian Rambo in skirts goes hunting.

- Well, for now I hope we will distract your enemies from you. - Aurora"s eyes lit up with an unhealthy shine.

- Don't you need cartridges? - Asked the combat colonel.

Both vixens nodded in agreement:

- It won"t hurt, although we spent no more than a thousand between us.

The colonel, in the style of a priest, said in a spruce tone:

- The hand of the giver will never fail! Don't worry, the URSH budget has increased significantly.

- But this means that the military or pensioners, social workers will not receive additional money! - Margarita made a face.

The colonel himself felt uncomfortable and he announced in confusion:

- As long as the oil does not run out, this does not threaten us. It"s very good that you recaptured the stone from the Americans. Who knows, maybe they managed to get cheap oil, how this negatively affected our income. We have mastered such huge conquests and platforms that they pump fuel directly from the ground. - The Colonel flashed the stars on his shoulder straps.

- You cannot call a developed country where the majority of its budget income is oil and gas. - Margarita Korushnova noted in a stern tone. - We need to promote science in the civilian sphere, otherwise everything goes to militarism.

- This is what you girls will do. We are already growing new supermen. Which may combine fiber, or even liquid metals. - The Colonel contorted his face as if he had a toothache. He took out some chewing gum and popped it into his mouth. The look became dejected.

- And then as in "Temptation of God" or another name "Stronger than Almighty God"! multi-theohyperplasma becoming like the Creator! - Margarita noticed.

The commander blinked his eyes in confusion:

- I haven"t read such a novel, but what is theohyperplasma?

Both girls blurted out at once:

- Energy of the future! What was electricity for Jules Verne became fundamentally new types of matter.

However, we don"t have much time to talk. - Said the Komsomol girl, loading the Stingers into the boat.

- You should definitely read "The Temptation of God." - The colonel stated, involuntarily shuddering.

-Very useful for combat strategy. - Aurora noticed. - In general, our third world war against the USA and England was fought so incompetently that it clearly smells of treason.

- Frankly, that"s how it was! Our generals are not so stupid that they didn"t even know the basics of strategy and tactics. - The colonel noticed.

- Why didn"t they imprison anyone? - Tough Aurora vigorously shook her fist.

The colonel muttered in confusion:

- There was no political order, in addition, they did not want to create a precedent; very influential people could have suffered.

- A decent person puts justice above family and friendly relationships! There must be one law for enemies and friends, just as a husband has for his wife! The presence of different laws turns justice into a prostitute! - Margarita stated in a peremptory tone.

The colonel was really surprised:

- Wow, I see you are German Catherine. Apparently you want justice!

- I want truth, order and, of course, freedom! - Margarita declared, exclaiming.

- Which party? - The colonel was surprised.

- None of the current ones! - The young great-granddaughter of Mikhail Lomonosov and Stenka Razin got wound up. She saddled her horse. - This should become a new movement dominated by intellectual youth. And first of all, we need to fight the raw material orientation of the economy. It is customary to scold Hitler, but under him industry, in particular mechanical engineering, made a colossal leap from scratch. He managed to modernize the country, without any petrodollars. Unfortunately, during the time of Stach, the emphasis was placed on the export of raw materials and the import of consumer goods and food. And, unfortunately, this policy continues to this day. I would make scientists the richest people in the country. Oligarch professors would become the rule, not the exception. In addition, higher education should not only be free, but also compulsory, and the director of an enterprise must have a dissertation, and must submit it to a computer that cannot be bribed. In general, we will significantly raise the intellectual level of young people so that the principle does not dominate: buy and sell!

- Yes, many, even with higher education, are looking for easy bread; the trade sector is clearly overloaded. - The colonel agreed with a sigh and added even more sadly. - And the scientific field is not held in high esteem.

The weapons were loaded quickly. The Komsomol girls worked and talked at the same time:

- I think we need more stringent restrictions for a market economy. - Smart Aurora entered the conversation. - So that there would not be such super-rich people. And then one Russian oligarch with Jewish roots has a fortune that is immediately two hundred of the richest people in China.

The colonel was already beginning to lose his temper, but at the same time he showed rare restraint:

- That's right, and most of the billionaires are not of Slavic nationality. We think about it and try to pinch them.

- Pinch weakly! Yes, this requires thorough weeding. - Margarita objected. - Well, all the "Stingers-firecrackers" have been loaded, it"s time to hit the enemy.

On the shore they already knew about the attack and the Yankees were gathering forces. The death of the helicopters showed that the enemy is very strong, and the Americans are not the kind of nation to rush headlong into hell. They were preparing to strike for sure. In addition, the "constancy" group was bringing up its troops.

In this situation, you need to attack yourself. Then there will be an advantage. That's just how to head on or make a roundabout maneuver. Margarita Korshunova suggested:

- Let's go straight to the port and kill them all there!

- Not a bad idea, but you can immediately find yourself under dagger fire. I suggest a softer option. A quick detour, approaching from the forest. - Aurora made a circle with her bare toes, and then reproduced the pentagram.

- Is it worth wasting time!? - There was skepticism in the voice of the scientist Margarita.

- The winter night is very long. - Aurora objected. "Besides, the enemy shouldn"t know that there are only two of us." It is necessary to create an illusion: that the attack is also coming from land, as if there are large forces against them.

- This time, I agree with you, let's swim! - Margarita quickly put the craft on alert.

The Komsomol girls moved at high speed on an inflatable boat. Still invisible soldiers, for virtual surveillance and radar.

Cutting through the air, they passed several ships and, past buildings, found themselves in freer waters. On the way, they met mutant sharks, but unlike the grand destroyer Anaconda, the Komsomol girls did not smell of blood. That's why they didn't try to attack them. In addition, Aurora launched a boomerang disc with her bare toes:

- Let him give them a new goal.

Having wounded the shark, he knocked out a fountain of blood from its body. The animal twitched, and her companions immediately attacked with their retractable jaws and mammoth fangs. It looked scary, monstrous beasts impaled their friend, she butted her with a tusk in response, she was hit. Greenish, oily blood spread across the surface. The predators entered the battle, and the number of those injured grew; they, in turn, were finished off by others.

- Wow, Margarita! But you can easily fight them. He took and wounded one, and the rest will mutilate themselves. - Aurora splashed loudly and stamped her bare feet.

- You see, the morality of the devil plays a role. There is no need to preach hatred of your neighbor and the desire to finish off the weak. - Snow White the terminator winked.

- We didn't fight the weak. - Aurora, sparkling with emerald eyes, said very proudly. - There were four hundred and eighty of them against the two of us, and there is a battle ahead with at least two thousand, of which three hundred and fifty are selected special forces who went through Iraq, Afghanistan, and Somalia. And other fighters are not without experience.

- A strong opponent strengthens your body and will, makes you stronger - a weak one corrupts your soul and weakens your body, making you weaker! So the difficult path gives much more easy victory! - Said the wise Margarita.

Having walked around the port, the Komsomol girls came out to the channel. It was not far from the port, you could even hear the ships honking. The warrior scouts found themselves in the channel. It was quite long and strangely wriggled. Along the way, the Komsomol girls almost ran into an anomaly. It bent the air like a transparent spring. Insects flew up to her and flashed their bright eggs. However, it attracted winged creatures.

- It's something like a fly annihilator. - Aurora drew attention, flashing her bare heels.

- Maybe some kind of radiation attracts insects. I feel ultrasonic vibrations in the air with my skin. - Margarita even shivered cowardly.

- A new problem for us! In general, this strange nature of the zone can lead to a heart attack. - There was irony in the voice of the fiery Aurora.

- You and I have two hearts, so we won"t die right away! - Margarita felt happy. - It"s good when you"re not completely human.

The fiery devil shouted at this:

- Agree! Otherwise she would have been standing at the stove, and pregnant at that!

However, the girls had to stop, push off from the snags, move to the side several times, backing up.

After one anomaly, another immediately appeared, this time an oval intermittent one. All this made movement difficult. Still, they passed, and a semblance of a stream appeared ahead.

It"s hard to climb, there"s oncoming traffic, but there are no anomalies. Barefoot footprints remain on the grass covered with frost.

The Komsomol girls stopped before exiting it. You can see several heads of "cabbage" running up. The mutant plants did not see the almost indistinguishable girls, a couple of them stumbled upon the boots (the Warrior Bears had just put on their shoes to hide the smell), but apparently convinced of their inedibility, they fell behind.

- We need to swim a little forward! - Aurora said, throwing out an animal grin. - We'll cover the boat there.

- Carrying it with you is not convenient! - Margarita Korshunova agreed.

Making a jet engine silent is not an easy task for designers, but the cuttlefish also uses a similar principle and is a first-class hunter.

Finding a hiding place so that a random guy doesn't grab you is not so easy. The best place here is the lair of a dangerous beast. For example, a beaver rat. The animal is dangerous, difficult to kill and the size of a wild boar. The scales are not fur; a normal fraer would not go near her lair. Especially at night. This is what the girls thought, hiding the inflatable boat in something like a pocket. Where there are bushes hanging over the water from above. It was there that the girls left their treasure, disguised with bush branches.

- Did you hide it well? - Margarita asked, doing exercises on the go.

- It will lie down until the morning, and at dawn we will wash off! - Furious Aurora adjusted the stone with her heel.

- What if the rat-raccoon shits himself! - The Komsomol warrior winced.

- Let's shoot! Its skin is stronger than that of an alligator and is highly valued. - Aurora winked with her emerald eyes so childishly.

- Let's sell! Let's change our identity and no one will recognize us! - Margarita Korushnova fervently stuck out her tongue.

Aurora growled:

- OK!

The girls moved away slightly, when the rat-raccoon himself appeared. They froze, deciding to keep the beast alive for now. In some ways they resembled a bandit who killed a family but let a bird out of its cage. The raccoon rat was unable to detect the almost indistinguishable smell of the girls; besides, he was full, having tasted the carrion, he went to bed.

His snoring is so unusual, reminiscent of the whine of a mediocre violinist.

The Komsomol girls tried to move quickly, and at the same time no one saw them, the movement was so secretive. They even took off their boots.

Bare-legged Aurora asked her friend, not for the purpose of obtaining information, but simply to relieve tension:

- Well, how is the workaround maneuver possible?

Margarita answered without any fuss:

- Unless we stumble upon anomalies.

The fiery devil put her finger to her lips:

- But one of these crawls out.

An anomaly of pearl from underground. She even loosened the soil. Like a gigantic mole, it rammed through sand, clay, and grass. She pushed out something slimy like oil. Then she started smacking.

- It's disgusting! - Said the fiery Aurora. - It's like two pigs kissing.

The anomaly heard them and, alarmed, moved towards the girls.

- Let's move apart! - Margarita ordered.

Agile Aurora did not understand:

- Why else is this?

Snow White Terminator grinned:

- Let's make you chase two birds with one stone!

The Komsomol girl showed her tongue, caught a wasp with it and chewed it, she was amused by such a proposal. The scouts dispersed, and the anomaly froze. It shook a little and began to fall, a small flame passed through the puddle of oil. However, just as it quickly caught fire, it went out just as quickly.

- This is not Pyromania! - Barefoot Aurora noticed, squinting and immediately jumped, turning into a back somersault.

- Yes, the Pyromania anomaly can cause a disaster! - Margarita agreed. - Now hurry up, and we're wasting time.

As soon as the Komsomol girls went deep into the thicket of bushes in buds, trees, intertwined mutant vines, they were surrounded by almost impenetrable darkness. Only the bark of the trees glowed, giving the landscape an ominous, otherworldly look. However, girls do not need night monoculars; these are for weak people who are not capable of making independent decisions and seeing in the dark. Aurora almost rammed a tree; the radioactive illumination made the distance illusory, often deceiving the distance.

- Damn it! - The fire-devil mentioned the unclean one quite appropriately. There seems to be no anomaly, but the light is bent.

- This is phosgene and phosphorus! - Margarita declared and twisted her graceful neck. After all, they often change air parameters.

- So this must be taken into account! - Red-haired Aurora agreed with poorly hidden irony.

The warrior waved her hand through the air:

- Slow movement at first, then we"ll get used to it.

The Komsomol girls gradually accelerated, while trying not to even crack a twig under their soles. Fearing not so much random observers, but various creatures that could react to the sound.

At first it was dry, but then as soon as the girls moved the bushes, a real waterfall poured down on them!

- The water must be heavy! - Aurora suggested.

- Ten percent for sure! - Margarita agreed.

The fiery devil knocked down the insect with her hypertitanium heel and expressed her opinion:

- That"s why the dew is so large and doesn"t evaporate!

Clay crunched under the soles of my boots. Its color is unusual greenish-violet, like a sepulchral one. This was not the case anywhere on Earth except in the zone.

The legs tried to move apart on her, but the tracks instantly overgrew, which made reconnaissance easier. It"s just hard to move, it sticks to your shoes, forcing you to waste effort. Aurora and Margarita even swallowed concentrated chocolate each. Grass was found occasionally, and was predominantly predatory. She crawled through the clay and tried to grab insects. An intricacy of vines, bushes, branches, leaves, sometimes odorless, and sometimes with a strong aroma.

- Where do the vines come from? - Margarita asked. - This is a zone of temperate climate.

- The result of a mutation, they have taken root. In addition, it is warmer in the zone than in it! About fifteen degrees. It is hotter here in summer than in equatorial Africa. Or not, approximately the same temperature. - Beautiful Aurora wrinkled her forehead, apparently trying to remember what she had once read.

Margarita stated very confidently:

- It's nothing yet! At least for us.

Bare-legged Aurora turned over in the air, doing a somersault and whined:

- We are Komsomol bears and that says it all!

- I remember we were once taken to the Sahara. I spent a week without food or drink, walked through sand that scorched like a frying pan on a stove, barefoot, and survived nothing! - I noticed Margarita releasing sparks from her eyes (not figuratively, but literally!). - Of course, there wasn"t much that was pleasant.

- Of course! I went through this too! My feet quickly get used to it, but they only itch later. And the skin darkens in the sun. - Confirmed, cheerful and playful like the cat from Viriya Aurora.

- I don"t like it when the body is white, it seems too effeminate. - Margarita did not pretend to grimace.

- Chocolate tan is fashionable now. - The fire devil growled with her panther teeth. - This means you have money to go to the South.

The girls almost ran out of the intricacies of the Chernobyl jungle. The bank of a wide channel was located nearby. Dense bushes, protruding roots, mutant plantain, with its wide leaves, created a convenient closed position.

Margarita exclaimed:

- Well, here is Vizhnitsa in front of us.

- Yes, a former Soviet city! Why is Ukraine proud, it has become almost a separate country within the Soviet Union. After all, we have been fighting with them for centuries! That"s why the USSR won, and now the Ukrainians are our brothers. - Red-haired Aurora spread her arms wide and tried to fly up.

- And before they had Russian brothers. Every child knows that Kyiv is the Mother of Russian cities. - Margarita said, smiling wider. - They were united by the sacred Orthodox faith and Slavic roots. God Himself commanded the USSR to be a single state. But Bandera came and created bedlam - it turned out to be a war. However, we won.

- Order is built on a foundation where the cement is faith and the sand is will! And for this many scoundrels need to be imprisoned! - Aurora answered, growling fiercely.

It's not difficult to see the city. The ditch here is filled up, crossing the rampart is not a problem. The houses are mostly old, you can see five-story buildings and Stalinist high-rise buildings. The girls have already been to modern buildings. Then Margarita remembered:

- We have to take out eighteen children, right?

- Our guys will help! We'll create such a panic in the city that they won't be able to track our movements! - Barefoot Aurora shook her machine gun.

The snow-white warrior looked around and, cutting down a mosquito-tick, lowered her voice and asked:

- What if he runs away?

The fire devil logically remarked:

- I count on his elementary greed. Besides, I'll call this dwarf now. I will support his fighting spirit.

Margarita Korshunova growled in a completely unintelligent manner:

- The best way to do this is with a good slap in the face.

Aurora quickly ran the toes of her bare feet and dialed the number using the buttons and said loudly:

- Are you ready!

- Yes, but there was such a mess here! - A thin squeak was heard in response.

- Don"t despair, it"s much easier to take it out on the sly. Besides, no one would be surprised by the absence of children after such a stormy night. - The cunning, red-haired devil lowered her tone.

- Agree! They won't care about us anymore! - The dwarf, an expert in kid-dumping, purred.

- Wait for us, no matter what happens! Perhaps we can add another five percent. - Aurora said insinuatingly.

The last words had a magical effect. The moron bandit purred:

- I will wait, even if the end of the world is coming!

Cool Aurora, with an ironic raising and lowering of her long eyelashes, thought: "somehow this reminds me of Judas waiting for an aspen stake."

"Well, now we"ll beat the Americans and their minions," green-eyed Aurora said decisively.

- Do you know what I can"t forgive America? - Galina clenched her fists.

- What? - The red bear-Komsomol member was surprised.

- Bombing of our and Japanese cities! This is barbarism! - I even wrote poetry! - Margarita shook the grenade, and with such anger that a whole swarm of furry mutant insects fell down.

Aurora jumped up and rejoiced:

- Let's sing! This is interesting.

And Korshunova will sing, her voice, as always, is higher than the praises of the Himalayas;

The Star of the Fatherland was given by the Lord,

Believe me, she is more radiant than the Sun!

You are mine, this country you come from -

Know from you that my heart beats with sadness!

In you we are Komsomol members like eagles,

We destroy the fascists and sweep away the scraps!

Even on Jupiter we were able to

Grow the fruits of an impossible paradise!

Venus is the place for love,

On Mars, the feeling of a warrior is the highest!

Break the chains of evil and doubt,

After all, the Almighty wants to do the best for everyone!

Let's defeat the cosmic pressure,

Let's catch the chin with a strong hook!

The enemy will be crushed by the power of the world,

And the Junkers was shot down by an ordinary child's bow!

There is only one scenario - take it and win,

We cannot know any other outcome!

And don"t tear the wolf of the Reich,

You'll get a bayonet in the face from a soldier!

But a bayonet won't do you any good,

We'll add some dynamite!

Such a swift flight

When the proletarian struck the hammer!

The next move will pass like a hurricane,

And the endgame will be a victorious checkmate!

After all, our rage is a mad volcano,

Reprisal against the bastard, terrible cat!

We clamped the pincers on Berlin,

Paris is free under the Russian flag!

We are daughters of the Fatherland and sons,

When we feast, we eat honey with relish!

Foggy Albion is now like a brother,

New York came out like a pie on a platter!

Our red, scarlet poppy-colored flag,

Under it, all people are happy with freedom!

. CHAPTER No. 12.

Oleg Rybachenko also had a dream that was not even simple, but wonderful. It"s as if he and Dima are continuing their military careers;

The two of them signed up as volunteers in the children's SS division, formed by the possessed Fuhrer. It seems that in this reality Hitler has finally gone crazy. True, on the other hand, he had enough prudence not to start a hopeless war with the USSR.

On the other hand, why shouldn"t the boy receive military training? Why should they nurse and bask like barchuks?

Oleg Rybachenko and Dmitry, together with other guys from the junior battalion, flew to Africa. The German six-engine transport could carry up to two hundred armed paratroopers. But there was a whole battalion of three hundred fighters of the younger variety of Hitler Jugent. Three hundred boys, about twelve years old, seemed to be still very runny, but in reality they were specially selected boys who had already received quite a bit of military training.

The Fuhrer wanted as many teenagers as possible to take part in the war. In Africa, the main forces of Britain have already been defeated, although there are still strong garrisons in Sudan. True, the colonial troops are not entirely reliable, and, strictly speaking, the British units are. They are not quite English. They are not that well armed, especially with tanks, try and transfer the equipment across the metropolis. Therefore, the risk of large losses for boys is minimal. It is expected to be at the level of ordinary tactical exercises, and the younger generation will gain experience of war.

Oleg Rybachenko and Dmitry are fluent in German (the alleged enemy), as well as English, Spanish and French. Their school is also elite and Soviet children, in theory, should be the smartest.

A German boy, apparently one of the leaders, tall and muscular Hans Feuer shook hands and honestly said:

- We didn"t expect that Russians could be so strong and smart. For example, steam our way like first-class Germans!

Oleg Rybachenko modestly remarked:

- What's so surprising about that? Maybe we will have to fight, but if you go into reconnaissance and don"t know German, how much information will you gather?

Hans agreed:

- It's true! But in general we were taught that you are Russian subhumans. The Slavs are a transitional stage between monkey and man. That is, in terms of intellectual development, a Russian is slightly higher than a domestic animal.

Dmitry clenched his fists angrily:

- Yes, I can punch you for such words.

Hans answered bravely, clenching his fists:

- Only the choice of weapon is mine. With gloves you are the champion of the Half-World, but what about a duel with nunchucks?

Dmitry was surprised:

- And what is it?

The German elite boy wanted to respond, showing off his erudition, but Oleg Rybachenko beat him to it:

- This is an agricultural implement used to knock out sheaves in China. The Mongol-Tatars forbade the Chinese to carry weapons, so they turned this seemingly harmless device into a deadly club. A whole system of nunchuck combat was developed. Then it was adopted by the Japanese at the end of the nineteenth century. Probably, it came from them to the SS troops.

Hans objected:

- Not certainly in that way. The Great Fuhrer ten years ago invited several gurus from China, ordering to make the Third Reich hand-to-hand combat school the most advanced in the world. You shouldn"t think that we Germans, being a superior nation, don"t want to learn anything from other peoples. Our German military school requires maximum consideration of the human factor.

Dmitry nodded energetically, confirming the idea:

- And the Soviet one too. Stalin said - technology during the period of reconstruction decides everything! And then in the second five-year plan he developed the idea - personnel decides everything!

Oleg Rybachenko said something different here:

- I must say that everything is not going well with the human factor. For example, the level of technical training of soldiers in the USSR lags behind. But overall we are on top!

Hans suggested:

- Would you like to play Hitler Hash?

The Soviet boys were surprised:

- And what is it?

Hans winked:

- The last invention of the Great Fuhrer. Like chess, which is played not by two people, but by four people, two on two. But on one board of four hundred cells. It has tanks, self-propelled guns and battleships. There are forty figures each, and a total of one hundred and sixty. Some move like chess, others move completely differently. Plus some other innovations... For example, a tank and a battleship can only shoot down tanks, self-propelled guns and Links, and infantrymen either together, or if they reach a certain line and strengthen their weapons. In general, the game is very complex, not at all similar to chess.

- Show her. - Oleg Rybachenko asked.

Hans took a folding board from his backpack. It was hinged and quite compact. The figures are magnetized. Forty identical ones each. The board itself is quite conservative, a rectangle. The rules are interesting, in particular, almost all the figures hit differently than they move, except for tanks. They can both hit and walk with a take.

As one would expect, the strongest figure is the battleship, the weakest is the light infantryman. There were also self-propelled guns, and, interestingly, planes, one at a time, but also an attack aircraft, a fighter, a bomber, and a seaplane. In addition to battleships, there are also destroyers. The infantry is also different, mechanized, simple and cavalry. That is, it is not easy to understand the rules. Oleg Rybachenko immediately noted:

- No, this game cannot beat chess in popularity. The difficulty level is just off the charts!

Hans agreed:

- Yes, it won"t be easy to develop a strategy here. And you can"t write smart books. But this is precisely for the Aryans!

Dmitry agreed:

- Yes for the Aryans! Let's play!

Oleg Rybachenko warned:

- There will be little pleasure!

Hans invited another boy and, having formed a pair, began to play against the boys. I chose brown. Oleg and Danka are naturally red!

The game really wasn"t exciting at first, but then the boys got involved. Oleg Rybachenko, as a born strategist, seized the initiative and began to push the enemies from the flanks. In the Fuhrer's game, in general, there was no king, and the headquarters could be moved without losing a move.

But the boys were not allowed to play out. The alarm sounded...

- Air attack!

The boys rushed to the portholes at once. Although the windows were narrow, you couldn"t see very well through them and there was even a crush.

Landing planes flew in a convoy, and of course, accompanied by well-armed fighters.

There were no more than a dozen Englishmen. The Spitfires, seeing that more Germans opened fire with machine guns, trying to hit them from a long distance. But they received the answer themselves. Three Royal Air Force aircraft began to smoke and the rest fled.

The boys whistled loudly, but no one swore - discipline. But they stomped their boots and made a series of salty jokes.

Of course, the transport cannot chase the fighters, the difference in speed is an order of magnitude, so the boys had to calm down and return to their business. Some even began to do push-ups, others did abs.

However, Oleg Rybachenko was so inspired that he began to sing, with a voice capable of driving away not only the king, but the emperor of liars (Hitler!);

We are flying into a harsh, mortal battle,

Pioneers are children of communism!

Our Lord Svarog is always with me,

Let's crush the foundations of revanchism!

We have courage and drive,

Every machine can assemble!

A furious defeat awaits the Nazis,

Don't talk nonsense, Fritz!

The Wehrmacht was severely beaten near Moscow,

We showed our dashing valor!

The slippery parasite was crushed,

We won, we count it outright!

What can Fritz do next?

Just paws up - give up quickly!

And into Adolf's throat - a sharp spitz,

Let the donkey play the role of a clown!

Our role is to sound the victory horn,

Gathering the red legions!

And mercilessly chop off the head of the aggressor,

At least they came to the front straight from school!

We beat the bastards as if we were born from Mars,

And everywhere the Krauts beg for mercy!

We are the sons of a great one, where all countries are equal -

Let the march from the face icon be approved!

Hitler thought to take over our Earth,

And now he has a bump under his bangs!

After all, the Germans wanted to turn everyone into game,

And a simple boy laid them down!

What happened to the "Tiger" - he went to metal,

From it we will make samovars with sweet tea!

The Krauts got it - a steep defeat on the horns,

We are in Berlin in radiant, warm May!

And Adolf got a noose instead of a tie,

She tightened the neck of her adversary-executioner!

A heavy penalty accrued for his sins,

And now I"m trampling Germany with tanks!

The Great Stalin himself awarded the Komsomol member,

He gave the order - a big star of "Victory"!

How much strength we have given to the Holy Fatherland,

How our grandfathers rejoice in the next world!

It"s strange, but he was wildly applauded for such a seditious song - everyone here has gone completely crazy, or what?

When Oleg Rybachenko finished singing, the dream was interrupted, and they were roused again, this time not in the most ordinary way, but they were taken and doused with cold water. After which again these chains gave me terrible abrasions on my arms and the passing of the column... They didn"t even give me breakfast! Round! That's right, the Germans remained in place, and the prisoners slowly moved along the ring road. What is the point of this is not clear. A road paved with asphalt and pebbles. After a few hours, my bare heels began to burn and itch violently. Many girls began to bleed.

Then, although the evening was still a long way off, they drove him back without ceremony and hastily unchained him and ordered him to lie down.

Oleg Rybachenko and the rest of the girls hastily obeyed. And although I didn"t feel like sleeping at all, the embrace of the god of sleep and visions Hypnosis (whom Almighty Zeus himself forced to close his eyes!) came suddenly and inevitably.

And again the boys are pioneers in an honorable military service, even if it"s someone else"s army;

The battalion, consisting of Jungfolk fighters, three hundred twelve-year-old boys, was rebuilt on the spot and transferred further to the south. At first, the boys were driven a couple of kilometers in cars, but then the management apparently changed their minds and decided to give the boys a race for survival.

The boys were forced to undress, left in only military shorts, and so almost naked and barefoot with packs on their shoulders, and run to the south.

Of course, they were allowed to smear themselves with a new, quite effective sunscreen, and the route did not run through the desert, but through softer and not so hot grass, since it ran along the Nile River, and around a deep spring, grass and trees grew, but still the test was the most difficult. Because we had to flee, in the wild African July heat, and even with submachine guns, as well as backpacks with supplies.

Of course, in the special battalion there were boys who represented the color of the German nation and had decent physical training, but still.

The young warriors were lined up and their commander, a brat just like them, albeit quite tall, with the muscles of Apollo, ordered:

- Well, bro! I know it will be hard for you, but duty is duty! We need to cover fifty-eight kilometers by evening! That's an order.

Oleg Rybachenko noted:

- Hmm yeah! The word this order sounds like a spell! You can't ignore him.

Dimka noted:

- I'm willing to bet that we won't fulfill it!

Hans Feuer objected:

- We are obliged to fulfill it, because we are Aryans! And you Russians are also Aryans if you enroll in the best Jungfolk battalion.

The backpack on my back, along with ammunition, water and rations, is eighteen kilograms, plus a submachine gun weighing three kilograms. Twenty-one kilograms is hard even for an adult if you walk for a long time and then run, and even under the scorching sun.

Oleg Rybachenko rubbed his foot on the grass. The boys were enthusiastic about getting rid of shoes; in leather boots (the leather is indeed artificial, but still not some kind of kirzach), it"s hard to run here. Sneakers or tennis shoes would have been better, but in the conditions of war in Germany this is a luxury, and they decided not to spoil the boys.

The command sounded, and the warriors from Jungfolk began to run, while trying to maintain a semblance of formation.

A fresh wind blew from the Nile, pleasantly blowing the naked, muscular torsos of the boy warriors. They were somewhat reminiscent of teenage titans ready to storm the sky. They ran, breathing steadily, almost foot in foot. In front were the tallest ones, and, of course, the tall Dimka, although six boys, including the commander, were taller than him. Oleg Rybachenko, who was only slightly above the standard, his eleven-year-old height (in contrast to the reality in which he took after his heroically built ancestors!) had to rush, almost at the very end. True, there was an advantage in this: there was less chance of crushing the heels, or getting kicked under the place where they were sitting. He is the youngest here, but of course not the weakest or, especially, stupid.

The load is noticeable, but still acceptable, and everyone has experience of running with a load. Even with a lot of weight, when they were carrying, for example, a partner on their shoulders.

Under the bare feet of the bare feet, from time to time they crunch or crack into broken palm branches or cones, and sometimes there are thorny plants that the boys try to get around. The grass is heated, often dry, but, of course, does not burn like desert sand. In general, it"s still possible to live, but the Sun is rising and increasing the heat.

Tall Hans, about as tall as Dmitry, they run shoulder to shoulder. A German boy warrior asks a Soviet young fighter:

- Well, now you're at war! Of course, I haven"t smelled gunpowder yet, but we have everything ahead of us. Do you feel any excitement at all?

Dmitry answered honestly:

- Not yet! - And he added, turning his head around again. - I admit, honestly no!

Hans snorted contemptuously:

- Yes I am! To be honest, yes! Well, which of the boys my age can legally go to war. Fight, shoot, kill, blow up, take prisoner. After all, this is romance. You and Olezhka also wanted to feel like living warriors, to get away from routine!

Dimka resolutely objected:

- Our life is not routine. In general, being a pioneer, even a leader and an athlete, is very interesting.

- So why have you signed up with us? Aren't you afraid of being killed or maimed? - Hans joked sarcastically.

Dimka, nicknamed Ilya Muromets, puffed up:

"That"s why I signed up, to show that the Russians can fight no worse than the Germans." Otherwise the whole world writes and talks about your victories...

Hans chuckled:

- Well, yes! About our victories, glory throughout the Universe. - The tall warrior boy puffed out his wide chest with pride. - And you Russians can hardly dislodge the tiny Finnish army. You have nothing to brag about!

Dmitry, offended, barely restraining himself so as not to use his fists, objected:

- We also have Khalkhin Gol!

Hans snorted contemptuously:

- A minor skirmish, somewhere in Asia. And our guys have already taken Europe, and almost all of Africa and Asia. And we"ll take over Russia, it"s a piece of cake for us!

Dmitry flashed his eyes angrily:

- Don't grab it, your arms are short!

Hans laughed:

- How did we force you to sign the Brest Peace Treaty? You gave us lands, counting up to the Dnieper, with three times as many bayonets and sabers. What can be said about the Russian as a soldier in this case?

Dimka grouped himself, he intended to punch Hans in the snout, and knowing his strength as the champion of the "half world", he would probably have knocked out the impudent German boy, but... I didn"t want to break the formation and start a fight. And it"s not good to use your fists during a debate. Except in this case, most likely he will be arrested, and he will not have time to show that the Russians fight no worse than the Germans. Therefore, Dmitry calmly objected:

- We Russians beat you under Frederick II, and even took Berlin. And when Napoleon the Great commanded you, half of his army were Germans, and in the First World War there was the Brusilov breakthrough. And you didn"t take Paris because our troops almost captured Konigsberg.

Hans found a rather weighty counterargument:

- But all the same, in the last battles with us you were defeated! And a person and a nation are judged first of all by their final deeds!

Dmitry quite reasonably objected:

- Under the tsar, we had a backward industry, especially in the military-technical sphere. And now, we have developed a serious industry. For example, you saw the KV-2 tank. It is equipped with a 152-mm howitzer. Do you Germans have anything like that?

Hans chuckled:

- The French, on the S-2 tanks, also had howitzers of an even larger caliber of 155 millimeters, but it did not stop us from defeating the paddling pools, having equipment weaker than now. The main strength of the Wehrmacht is the superiority of the human factor!

Dmitry grimaced his face with an even tan:

- Why do you think that you have an advantage over us in the human factor if you became the champion of the "half world"? And defeating your best guys?

Hans quite reasonably stated:

- Exceptions sometimes only confirm the rules. Or rather, almost always! Now, if we take not individual phenomena, but the level of military training as a whole, then here...

Dmitry got angry:

- You don"t know what level of combat training we have and how exercises are conducted in the Soviet army. So, no need to speculate!

Hans logically remarked:

- In Spain there was a competition between the Soviet military school, doctrine and the German one. We tested our equipment and weapons. The result is a victory for our military school and strategic art, and the consolidation of the Franco regime. So we already fought with your guys and won!

Dmitry-Muromets remarked sadly:

-You had much more troops than us! You just took the quantity!

- I wouldn't say that. - Hans lowered his head and fell silent, the first signs of fatigue began to appear and it became difficult to speak.

The worst thing is, of course, the heat. The sun was inexorably approaching its zenith. None of the boys had a habit of it. Germany and Russia are northern countries, and in summer they rarely get above thirty degrees. And this is Africa in July, and the breeze has stopped blowing from the Nile.

The boys' bare feet began to prick more and more with the dry grass, and then suddenly it ended, and the whole kilometer was covered with scalding gravel. It was very painful, and some of the less self-controlled boys squealed. Sweat dripped from them and hissed onto the hot gravel.

Oleg Rybachenko and Dmitry, and most of the other boys, brought up in the Spartan spirit, tried to smile and not show their torment. They were thinking about something else. So Oleg Rybachenko imagined that his bare feet were being licked by flames on a rack, and they wanted to snatch an important state secret from him. And he must endure it and not show that he is hurt or scared. In addition, the boys grew up in harsh conditions and their heels were not so pampered, the poet and the black gravel, although it scorched, but not so much that the rough skin peeled off.

Heat strokes soon followed. Almost simultaneously, several overheated boys fainted and had to be picked up on light, folding stretchers.

Oleg Rybachenko noted to himself that the Germans, in general, have good equipment. Is it possible that in the Red Army you will find a device for carrying the wounded made of duralumin, which can easily be hidden in a backpack.

But running with an additional load in your hands is harder, and your bare heels burn more intensely as the pressure increases. So, in a way, they are in a voluntary-compulsory hell. Oleg Rybachenko even thought: how would his comrades react to such a test, they would all survive.

Wide stripes of hot, blackened gravel were combined with stinging, dried grass. In addition, the commander gradually led the boys away from the Nile, apparently to avoid entering populated areas in Egypt.

Again, some boys began to collapse and the boys, exhausted or stunned by the sun's club, covered their heads with a rag moistened with water and were laid on stretchers. Some of those who had previously suffered a light strike got into line and continued running.

But the strength of the young guys was diminishing, and almost half were out of action.

Finally the commander, also pretty tired, said:

- I order everyone to rest! We've reached the limit! Cover yourself with sunshades, drink water with vinegar and chocolate. After which you will do breathing exercises while lying down!

The warrior boys exclaimed in a weak chorus:

- We are ready to fulfill any order!

Despite the sunscreen, the baby's skin was red and raw. It was uncomfortable to lie on the prickly dry grass, so the boys laid cellophane under themselves.

Dmitry and Oleg Rybachenko settled next to each other in the same tent. The boys seemed slightly dried out and their skin darkened. My bare feet were burning and itching badly, I had to lift my legs up so that the blood would drain away and it would become at least a little easier.

Dmitry noted:

- We knew that war is not honey, but not to the same extent!

Oleg Rybachenko gloomily promised:

- These are just flowers. When you see blood and look at your first corpse, you will understand that all this running on a hot surface is nothing!

Dmitry sucked in his stomach and said:

- In the books, of course, they write about what it feels like when you kill a person for the first time. Even if it"s a bad person and your enemy, ready to spill his guts. But still this...

Oleg Rybachenko noted:

- In Boussenard"s book "Captain Daredevil", there was also a whole battalion of suckers that fought the British. Reminds us of something. But there the problem of psychology, they say, what is it like to kill a person, is only briefly touched upon once, when a bullet accidentally mowed down a young drummer. And in general, the attitude towards death is quite frivolous. It seems like it"s not even a war, but a holiday!

Dmitry logically objected:

- This is a book for children and teenagers; who find it boring to read about psychological experiences. And the ending is already bad, almost the entire battalion of suckers died, and the continuation was never written!

Oleg Rybachenko, with a deep expression of genuine grief, remarked:

- But this is the kind of book that you regret how quickly it ended. But much more often it happens the other way around, that you literally suffer, trying to overcome this or that work!

- If you have Leo Tolstoy"s novel "War and Peace," then Olezhek is undoubtedly right! - Dmitry agreed.

The young partner objected:

- The book "War and Peace" has intrigue, several plot lines, and detailed characters. No, she is not a dummy. By no means boring! Although, of course, the most interesting things come at the beginning.

Dmitry agreed:

- Yes, that's right... Many writers sin with a sluggish plot, when before the most interesting action begins, you manage to throw away the seemingly boring book.

Having allowed the boys to wait out the peak of the sun, the cheerful commander Wolf Stich, a very muscular boy of about fourteen years old in appearance. The face is beautiful, but stern, childish and adult at the same time. Wolf himself is still from Jungfolk, but his command principle is: young people should be led by young people. And the fact that Shtikh has no experience and is considered a child does not bother anyone. The main thing is that he is an Aryan and commands the Aryans, which means he is capable of doing the impossible for ordinary people. And what? They're doing it!

Running again, forgetting about pain, fatigue, boys who are even ashamed (such is upbringing!), remembering mom, dad, or thinking about something tender. This is when the ability to endure suffering, and the trial itself, is a great blessing.

Young warriors run without thinking about disobedience, and if they want anything, it"s a fight!

The heat is still very strong, and again the boys run out onto the prickly hot gravel. And he doesn"t even see the end in sight. The pain becomes unbearable and many of the young warriors can no longer hold back their groans of pain.

Then Oleg Rybachenko began to sing a song he composed on the fly, a real march;

The glory of the Soviet Motherland is great -

We are worthy, I believe, we will be of this glory!

Let us defeat the cruel enemy in battle,

For the sake of the Russian, most radiant Power!

What is there in the Motherland that sings,

In the heart of an honest, barefoot pioneer!

We rush like a bird into flight,

How holy our faith has become!

Automatic, believe me, big brother,

And the grenades are not an extra load at all!

If you are brave, then the result is

It will be, despite the fact that you are a boy!

The pioneer is cocky and harsh...

But God illuminates us with a smile!

There are many evil aces in the world, alas,

That they want to ruin a place in heaven!

The fascist jackal is reaching out to us,

He wants to rip the heart out of a child!

And his pigs have a pockmarked grin,

Let him receive a loud slap in the face!

Tiger tanks are "boots"

Clumsy - terribly angular!

And don"t run from them, knight,

Well, better prepare some grenades!

We will create a world like this, believe me,

Where millions will be happy!

A predatory beast will run into a den,

We will put down the vile legions!

What is there in the Motherland that sings,

And he destroys all the fascists very famously...

Squeeze the knight's ray gun tighter...

And so that the planet becomes peaceful and quiet!

The red banner will shine,

It contains the name of Saint Jesus!

Pass the Pioneer exam with an A -

So that your Russia can be famous!

But the exam is not at the blackboard -

He will have to be surrendered from the trenches!

Gray hair rushes to the boy's whiskey,

A friend died - sorrow is now at the grave!

What a scum damn war,

She doesn't even deserve to be called a beast!

And the horde doesn"t know how to hold back,

At least Adolf is sometimes funnier than a clown!

You know, we shouldn"t retreat,

For pioneers, fear is alien forever!

We guys are loyal friends,

And morally I believe not cripples!

Let's finish the glorious march in Berlin,

Believe me, we always knew how to fight!

And suddenly we caught a dashing spirit,

Carrying the RPK in a backpack during the run!

Oleg Rybachenko finished a playful and brave song, and the German boys approved of this with whistles and laughter. As if they didn"t even notice that their vaunted Fuhrer was doused with slop from head to toe!

Running became more fun, more energy was added... And soon the gravel ran out and soft grass began to appear, which became a delight for the burnt feet of the courageous boys.

Dmitry remarked with a smile:

- They say that the song helps us live, but nothing was said about the fact that it also lightens the heavy load behind us!

Oleg Rybachenko objected:

- Even during the Ancient Egyptian civilization, it was known about the life-giving effect of music on the human body, and songs too. For example, small slaves who could not yet work effectively in the fields and quarries were forced to sing to cheer up the adult slaves. After all, such a science as Valliology came from Egypt.

Commander Wolf shouted:

- Adjust according to height! And don't chat!

The warrior boys changed lines at once and then ran in silence.

The sun has already gone down (in North Africa in July it gets dark earlier than in the middle zone). The halt was already close, when suddenly a signal came.

- Everyone lie down and disguise yourself!

As it turned out, it was not without reason. A distant noise was heard ahead. And the boys actively worked with sapper shovels, throwing grass on themselves. It was already quite dark...

Hans remarked:

- Probably, these are ours! The front line is still too far away, because the Wehrmacht has advanced quite a lot.

Dmitry remarked with a smile:

- But it never hurts to learn the art of camouflage! This will come in handy in a real war!

Hans agreed:

- Never, but I"m sure they"re ours!

Wolf hissed:

- One more word and I"ll shoot you on the spot! Everyone lie in wait! And prepare the pomegranates.

As it soon became clear, Hans was indeed mistaken. British tanks appeared. However, the boys sat quietly in ambush: maybe they were their own in captured equipment.

Although the tanks are heading north. There are only four of them, three light and one hard-to-penetrate Matilda. The last tank is a big problem, since grenades can only damage its tracks. The lungs can be hit with precise throws into the roof or stern. If the Matilda's tracks are broken, then it can inflict losses on the guys with its two machine guns and a cannon.

Wolf did not want his friends to die on the second, or rather even on the third day after arriving in Africa. True, machine guns could be disabled by accurate hits. But the question is, whose tanks are these? What if the trophies were already captured by the Germans?

Wolf ordered:

- Private Jungfolk member Oleg. Without weapons or a backpack, go out to the tanks and find out who they are!

Oleg whispered:

- Listen commander!

Half naked in black shorts, the boy was dark from protective cream, and to hide his blond hair he wore a kind of turban made from newspapers. Now he looked like an ordinary, poor Arab boy. It is unlikely that he will be mistaken for an enemy.

The tanks walked slowly, engaging a gear in which the engines made minimal noise, which also aroused suspicion. Oleg jumped up to them, energetically waved his arms and yelled in broken English.

- There are mines here! There are mines here!

The tanks stopped, a helmeted head poked out of the Matilda and an angry voice answered in English:

- What do you want, little little arap?

The warrior boy wailed:

- The Germans put mines on the way! Be careful royal troops!

A second head appeared from the shoulder strap, he was heard to answer:

- Let these vile Germans die! My king is with us! Now we'll go around them!

- Come sit here! - Ordered, judging by the epaulettes, by a colonel of the Royal British Tank Army!

The boy climbed the tower, feeling the pleasant coolness of the armor with his bare feet covered with tiny blisters. Then, leaning down, he began to show the British the way.

There were five of them, and it was a bit cramped in the not very spacious turret of the Matilda medium tank. Then Oleg Rybachenko decided to become a hero. His dexterous, trained hands, like those of a professional pickpocket, reached into his belt and pulled out revolvers. The thumbs of the hands removed the fuses at once.

Of course, it was vile, but the temptation to perform a "feat" was so strong that Olezhek fired a couple of times with each revolver, aiming at the left shoulder blade.

It"s hard to miss from such a distance, and only a madman or the last coward can put on a bulletproof vest while sitting in a tank. The colonel was taken aback and felt the barrel of a pistol behind his collar. The boy whispered in the purest London dialect:

- If you want to live, order the other three tanks to surrender! Otherwise, our battalion will destroy them along with their crews!

The colonel was taken aback:

- Who are you?

Oleg Rybachenko answered frankly:

- Your last chance for survival! Three light tanks will be pelted with grenades, and you will be tortured by fire. People will die! I count to three, or you give the order for them to surrender and get out of the car, or I will shoot you in the leg and repeat the request from the beginning! One, two...

The colonel whined:

- Agree! Just don't kill us!

Oleg Rybachenko proudly stated:

- We Germans do not kill prisoners! And then after Britain surrenders, you can serve again in the new Royal Forces, a renewed Britain.

The colonel gave the command in a trembling voice. The tankers obediently climbed out of the tanks, laying down their weapons. Several of the largest German boys threw off their camouflage grass and ran towards them, preparing to receive the first batch of prisoners in their lives.

. CHAPTER No. 13.

The Six fight the Chinese again. Once again the hyperwitch transported them to the seventeenth century. The enemy had already managed to gather a huge army. The troops of the Celestial Empire besieged the Russian city.

And so a boy, a girl and four girls destroy the yellow army with their swords.

Oleg Rybachenko ran a mill, cut down several Chinese and sang:

- For a bloody battle...

And the boy threw several poisonous needles with his bare foot.

Margarita, carrying out a swift attack with swords and running a mill, confirmed:

- Holy and right!

And she also threw needles with her bare toes. Hitting a couple dozen Chinese.

Natasha, crushing enemies with swords, added:

- March, march, forward...

And he will also launch needles with his bare feet.

Working with their hands and feet, the girls crushed the Chinese very famously.

Zoya also threw needles with her bare toes and chirped:

- Working people!

Aurora, launching a boomerang with her bare foot and cutting off the yellow warriors, readily confirmed:

- March, march, forward...

Svetlana, crushing the Chinese and releasing steel stars with her bare fingers, hitting the enemy, squeaked:

- Working people!

The girls acted like real fighting eagles. And from their blows of swords and throws of damaging elements, the enemies fell and fell.

Oleg performed the "Butterfly" technique with his swords and sang:

- Faces of death!

And with his bare foot the boy again threw the killer.

Margarita held a reception at the mill. She crushed her opponents and squealed aggressively:

- This is our path and struggle!

And several killer discs came off from her bare fingers.

Oleg Rybachenko is a terminator boy, he again throws what he kills and begins to sing:

- May Day is a holiday of labor!

And from the bare feet of the young killer discs again fly, cutting off the warriors of the celestial empire.

Natasha throws something deadly again and squeaks:

- This is my property!

And her bare heel hits the Chinese general in the chin and breaks his jaw.

Zoya performs a butterfly maneuver with her swords and squeals:

- I'm a mad panther!

And from her bare fingers the sharp disk of a killer. And so she took everyone and cut them off.

After which the swords are in action again, and everyone is cut to pieces. This is such a terminator girl.

Aurora slashed at the Chinese, crumbled their bodies and gurgled:

- They choose us...

And the gift of death flies from her bare heel.

Svetlana, chopping up the warriors of the yellow empire, confirms, baring her pearly teeth:

- We choose!

And from her bare feet again a flight of destruction.

Oleg Rybachenko, crushing his opponents, adds:

- How often does it happen...

The boy's bare toes launched a message of death.

Margarita, destroying her opponents and launching presentations of annihilation, added:

- Does not match!

Like a girl with nimble legs.

Natasha, firing at the enemy and launching presents of death, said:

- I'm following you...

And bare feet are in action as always.

Zoya, having carried out the technique of tearing apart the enemies, took it and aggressively hissed with a cobra:

- I follow the shadow...

And her bare feet are back in action...

Aurora, having thrown the weapon with her bare lower limb at the enemies, and thoroughly shredded it, squeaked aggressively:

- I am getting used to...

Svetlana took and threw a dozen needles with her bare foot, struck down a mass of Chinese, and squealed:

- To the mismatch!

Oleg Rybachenko is on the attack again. He chops down his enemies, and from time to time sings:

- Angels of goodness, two white wings, two white wings over the world!

And from his bare leg the gift of destruction flies again.

The boy, as we see, is very much a greyhound. And barefoot all the time, and hard. A real macho. Even though he looks about twelve years old. But this is such an embodiment of destruction.

Margarita also throws needles with her bare feet and squeaks:

- Crazy dream! Total beauty!

And again something absolutely murderous bounces off the bare heel.

This girl is the embodiment of death and destruction.

And these Chinese get it that way.

Natasha in the rapid movement of the beautiful terminator. He cuts off his opponents, chops them with swords and sings:

- Praise Tsar Alexei!

And needles fly from her bare feet.

Zoya, cutting down the Chinese and destroying the enemy, confirms:

- The villain will be defeated!

And from her bare foot it flies out, a present of wild death.

Aurora, crushing her enemies, aggressively confirms:

- And the enemy does not ask for mercy!

And her bare foot again throws out something completely murderous. And smashes opponents into torn pieces of meat.

Svetlana, knocking down her rivals and launching new needles at the enemy, hisses like a cobra:

- And don"t shout at the moon!

And gifts of dangerous death fly off from her bare fingers. Which hurt and kill everyone.

Oleg Rybachenko is on the move... the boy is tireless as always...

The Chinese have a hard time. He crushes them and saws them apart.

The boy genius squeaks:

- This is my fight!

And again, gifts of annihilation fly from his bare feet.

And the young warrior fights like an utter and aggressive hero. And her swords are like the clubs of the Black God.

Margarita took it, jumped up, and cut down a mass of Chinese. She carried out the reception as if it had deadly force.

Then she threw her bare fingers again, acting like a bloody demon.

The corpses of the Chinese have already formed into whole mounds. The young warrior hissed:

- My life is in victory over enemies!

And the girl will again shoot a cloud of needles from her bare foot. And the yellow warriors fall dead.

Natasha cut a corridor in front of her from the corpses of yellow warriors. She threw sharp, sharpened disks and squeaked:

- Throw to Mars, and it will be great!

And from her bare feet the killer gift of a very unpleasant death flies again.

And how many Chinese are dying? Hundreds, thousands, under the blows of the crushing six.

Zoya is also on the move. He jumps like a cobra and doesn"t give the enemy the slightest chance. And the Chinese fall cut down.

The girl, with her bare feet, launched sharp, poisonous needles and sang:

- Russian heroes cut with swords!

And the warrior, like a wave, rises and falls.

And Aurora takes a step towards the enemy, and cuts him down without further ado.

Kills the Chinese and hisses:

- My great heroism!

And from her bare foot, something flies out again, scattering fragments into small pieces.

The red-haired girl does not spare the Chinese. I cut down seven people at once.

And her bare heel, the general of the celestial empire, broke her forehead. He, of course, died.

Svetlana also moves and chops down enemies. Both of her swords, like folding scissors, cut the bodies of the Chinese.

In movement, the girl crushed a dozen opponents. And she took the discs with her bare feet. And she killed off a lot of Chinese.

She's all in a wild frenzy.

Svetlana says:

- The enemies will not pass!

Aurora agreed:

- Of course, they won"t pass - no chance!

And the red-haired bitch will howl wildly again and hit the Chinese with her swords. And then the vixen"s bare fingers will release several needles. That a couple of dozen Chinese will be sent to the next world.

Oleg Rybachenko, cutting down the yellow warriors, took it and squeaked:

- Annihilation of the mind!

And again the boy threw out the terribly lethal needles with his bare toes.

And then he tweeted:

- In my dream there is always victory!

Margarita, fighting the enemy and cutting down her opponents, agreed:

- Even a very big victory!

And the girl again, with her bare toes, will take it and launch it at the enemy, bringing death.

So many Chinese have already been killed by their couple. And four girls, no less.

Natasha threw a homemade coal dust grenade with her bare foot. It will explode, tearing the Chinese soldiers to shreds.

And the girl blathers:

- I am the eagle of power over the world!

Zoya also very quickly destroys the Chinese army. He waves his swords and sings:

- We are proud eagles!

And again something very deadly flies out from her bare foot. And he kills the Chinese very specifically.

The girl is in a wild ecstasy of agile and aggressive movement, not allowing even one needle to fall without getting hit.

Aurora is also moving. Her bare feet throw sharp needles. The red-haired girl acts like a panther chasing jackals. She is cutting down the Chinese like sugar cane.

And screams at the top of his lungs:

- The future is mine!

And sticks out his tongue.

Svetlana also exterminates the Chinese. And her bare feet accelerate their rapid movement.

Blonde girl, like a cobra. And cuts down opponents without any pity.

Her swords are spinning like a mill. And they don"t let the enemy freeze in peace. Unless peace becomes complete and eternal.

Svetlana, cutting off the Chinese, reports:

- Our form is the highest!

And from her bare feet something deadly and incomprehensible flies out. As soon as it hits the opponents, it will be straight to death.

Aurora confirms:

- Pure defeat!

And a dozen needles fly from the girl"s bare feet. Yes, so accurately that fifty Chinese fell in at once.

Natasha notices this, cutting down the warriors of the Celestial Empire:

-Your rage is great!

And with his bare toes he will start the discs.

Zoya, chopping her opponents, exclaims:

- Let your dream come true!

And also a bare foot, how it will send murderous destruction.

And the mass of Chinese turns into corpses.

Aurora, cutting down the yellow warriors, sings:

- No mercy to the enemy!

And from her bare leg something shoots out that crushes the yellow fighters to death.

And the red-haired warrior is in wild motion.

Svetlana, having cut down a bunch of enemies, took it and squeaked, baring her pearly, sparkling teeth:

- We will never stop! So the Russian army was born to win!

And then the girl throws a coal grenade with her bare foot and smashes her opponents into bloody pieces of meat.

Oleg Rybachenko, defeating the Chinese, acted quickly.

And the Terminator boy sang:

- The Russian army is born to win!

And the boy"s bare heel, as he jumped, hit the mandarin in the chin, literally crushing him.

The young warrior exclaimed loudly:

- Victory will come for us!

Margarita, chopping down the Chinese and cutting off their heads, remarked:

- If there are those...

And the girl threw a bunch of needles with her bare foot...

Oleg Rybachenko roared in response:

- Who comes to you!

And then the boy"s bare foot released a cloud of needles. Immediately, a hundred Chinese were killed.

Margarita squeaked at the top of her lungs:

- There will also be those...

And her bare fingers launched a murderous boomerang.

Oleg, dissecting the warriors of the Celestial Empire, confirmed:

- Who will come for you!

And the boy"s bare feet will launch something killer and unique. What crushes the bones of the Chinese.

And poisons them with poison.

Yes, the boy is not a timid guy...

Natasha performed a double barrel technique - cutting down the Chinese and chirped:

- These are our girls!

And from her bare feet the flight presents complete destruction.

And the girl hisses:

- Be silent!

And her swords cut off everyone"s heads.

Zoya chops down opponents in motion and sings:

- My love is on the fifth floor!

And again the girl"s bare foot launches a boomerang. And a mass of yellow warriors with their bellies torn open collapsed.

Natasha, chopping the yellow ones, spoke out:

- Love? What about Faberge eggs?

And again death came from the bare heel.

Zoya, cutting up the Chinese, remarked:

- And you"ve already gone crazy!

And she winked at her friend!

The girls are apparently not simpletons. And of course not frogs.

Zoya's bare foot releases a damaging element. And a lot of Chinese are leaving.

Aurora is on the attack. Unique and devastating. She chops down enemies, and her swords are like the wings of a mill.

Red-haired devil, in the classic movement of a swift attack. If he"s going to cut, he"ll cut specifically.

And he will yell:

- Risk is a noble cause!

And from her bare feet again a gift flies to the Chinese. He will chop and grind everyone.

Svetlana is on the move. Destroys the soldiers of the heavenly empire. Doesn't give the slightest chance.

And now her bare feet are so virtuosic, and they will throw away the murderous thing. And so many Chinese people are being mowed down that it"s simply amazing.

And the girl Svetlana yells:

- Soars proudly above the planet...

And she broke the Chinese commander"s neck with her bare heel.

Oleg Rybachenko, crushing the enemies, sang:

- Russian double-headed eagle...

And from the boy"s bare feet comes another gift of death for the Chinese army.

Margarita, cutting apart the enemies and baring her teeth, added:

- Sung in the songs of the people...

And a coal lemon flew off the warrior"s bare heel, smashing her opponents...

Natasha spun in the air and cut down a dozen and a half Chinese. She cut off a lot of enemies and squeaked:

- He has regained his greatness!

And the girl is again in motion and dancing death.

And her bare feet throw something away, and very specifically kill enemies.

Yes, this is a dark day for the Chinese.

Zoya also crushes them, cuts them into pieces and squeals:

- The greatness of the Russian Empire!

And her bare toes launch another deadly boomerang. Which deprives opponents of their heads.

And the girl herself will take it and slash it backhand.

But in battle, Aurora is not timid. If he fucks you up, do so without any pity. And they cut her with swords - just like executioners.

The red-haired devil roared at the top of her lungs:

- I'm really just Satan!

Once again her swords fly up and down towards the Chinese fighters.

The fiery beast howls and a sawdust grenade flies off her bare foot.

There will be an explosion. And a lot of Chinese are already in their graves.

More precisely, their corpses are scattered everywhere.

Aurora will squeak:

- My faith is extermination!

And from her bare feet the present of murderous death will fly.

And the red-haired bitch is just dynamite of murder!

Svetlana, there is also something that doesn"t let you get bored, and can kill.

He"ll take it and launch a boomerang with his bare feet. And a lot of Chinese will be killed. This girl is just a temperamental blonde.

And this warrior tendency is to cut off the head with a sharp-toothed and burning saw.

And the warrior will sing:

- There will be no mercy for you! We will be very happy!

And again the girl makes very bold and wise moves. And smashes opponents without allowing them to look around.

Girls attacking the Chinese army. They cut down opponents with swords and send gifts of destruction with their bare feet.

Oleg Rybachenko moves like a panther. And he chops down his enemies, making swing after swing. In one second, the immortal boy can swing fifteen to twenty times.

And drop a lot of warriors with their skulls shattered.

The eternal boy exclaims:

- Catavasia of dreams!

Once again, his sword is in motion and shows a tendency to destroy his opponents.

Margarita is also hacking and squeaks:

- I"m a volcano of death and I"ll kick you on the horns!

And her bare feet throw sharp discs that kill enemies.

And the girl squeals:

- There will be new victories - there will be new fighters!

And the warrior destroys everyone with a mad onslaught.

And her bare, chiseled legs seem to be hammering nails into a coffin.

Natasha cut apart a bunch of Chinese and squeaked:

- For our victory!

And from her bare feet it flew, another gift of death.

Zoya also chops down opponents. Acts with all possible and impossible aggressiveness.

Here is her bare leg launching a lemon on the coal. And immediately a hundred yellow soldiers were thrown up.

The girl sang with a grin:

"I"ll take the horse as collateral, and good luck awaits me!"

And again the girl will hit the enemy. And he will walk around, cutting apart the enemies, leaving them no chance.

Aurora is a pure beast in battle. This female terminator is simply the embodiment of the devil's mind.

And if she slashes, she slashes.

And from the Chinese only torn pieces of meat fall out.

Aurora, destroying her opponents, roared:

- Temperament of a cobra!

And then her bare foot dropped a real bomb. And a lot of yellow soldiers were torn apart.

Svetlana destroys the Chinese. He chops them with swords and sings:

- The future is the past only when it"s good!

And now a killer present flies from her bare feet again. He scatters opponents. And fragments of arms, legs and other bloody foam remain.

Girls in battle are so wild, constantly attacking.

But there are too many Chinese and therefore the extermination is dragging on. Swords do work though.

Oleg in particular began to spit from a straw. Which also adds to the extermination.

Let's face it, the boy is very much a greyhound. His movements are like swinging a pendulum.

And it"s just much faster than a clock. And they cut swords very quickly and swiftly.

The boy hissed:

- This is our dream, to win and destroy!

And again his bare feet will knock out a deadly present.

Margarita in wild movement. Cuts down enemies and squeals:

- There will be victory, I know for sure!

And the girl will throw a killer grenade.

And he will tear the yellow warriors into pieces.

Natasha is also on the move. Knows no barriers or timidity. Her swords cut down opponents. And they carry out a triple mill.

After which the girl says:

- Big cascade!

And the bare foot throws a boomerang. A dozen Chinese are left without heads. Here the warrior is dealing with them.

Zoya is also on the move. Crush opponents and squeak:

- The battle is bloody and right!

Her bare foot is in motion, throwing something. And he will tear apart the mass of warriors of the heavenly empire.

Aurora is also moving. And he also carries out the destruction of the Chinese. And he does it as if raking with a brush.

And he squeals:

- Banzai trend!

And a grenade flies off her bare foot again. And it will destroy a lot of beaten enemies.

Svetlana is also in battle. And he doesn"t give in without further ado. And he cuts like swords. And with bare feet he will take you and let you go. And such lightning bolts of energy emanate from her.

Aurora encourages her friend:

- There is contact!

Svetlana, having cut the Chinese commander in half, confirmed:

- There is contact!

And both girls bumped their bare heels against each other.

Aurora is on the move again. Swift and unsurpassed. Knows no weakness or doubt.

Her swords cut through human flesh.

The red-haired devil, crushing another Chinese, asks:

- What do you think, really?

Svetlana replied:

- True, the concept is relative!

Aurora laughed and remarked:

- Yes, it is true!

And another grenade flew off her bare foot. And how she hit her enemies. From the Chinese only scraps of torn meat flew in different directions.

Svetlana noted with a smile:

- This is how our murder and creation are!

And the girl also launched the gift of lethal and merciless death with her bare foot.

Natasha, crushing the Chinese with swords, logically noted:

- They have their own truth, we have ours!

And another grenade flew off the girl"s bare foot.

Zoya readily agreed with this, cutting her enemy into small pieces:

- Everyone has their own. And it"s very true!

And from her bare feet the extremely deadly flies again. And a pomegranate tearing flesh into small pieces.

Natasha logically noted:

- This is what science and the gods gave us!

Zoya, destroying her opponents, agreed:

- She gave a lot!

And her bare foot threw again, several discs. And she hit a bunch of opponents.

Natasha noted, baring her teeth:

- A trend, however!

And her bare fingers threw another dozen needles. They showed lethal and wild politics.

Tens of thousands of Chinese have already been killed. The Six did a great job creating an alternative history.

And of course, girls and boys are a very big and colossal force!

. CHAPTER No. 14

The Chinese received a cruel lesson until they attacked, the boy genius Oleg Rybachenko wrote another masterpiece;

GIVEN TIME!

PROLOGUE

On New Year's Eve, the capital Moscow looks like a gigantic beehive, generously colored with lights. Everyone is in a hurry to finish the numerous tasks that have accumulated over the year in order to plunge into the sweet whirlwinds of festive fun.

And young Alex and his friend Angelina had to run around, delivering numerous gifts. Sticky, dirty snow creaked under his felt boots, it was hot in Father Frost"s cotton sheepskin coat, and under his fibrous beard, the young man"s ruddy, razor-free cheeks stung with salty sweat. Angelina, it"s a little easier in the Snow Maiden costume, although after the twentieth house you begin to not figuratively fall off your feet.

But how can you refuse the opportunity to earn extra money as a New Year's couple?

There is not enough money for new updates, and the scholarship is extremely small, with crazy prices...

- Where are you shaggy guys going? - A clumsy voice was heard.

The lantern suddenly went out, and ominous shadows flashed in the darkness. The bearded, narrow-eyed bandit shook a long dagger, followed by several more, looking like devils escaped from the underworld.

- Cut the infidels! - It sounds like a voice that torments your eardrums, disgusting, like the grinding of a rusty saw on concrete.

Although, of course, according to the Hollywood scenario, the couple had to stand up and knock out the rabid bandits at once, but life is more prosaic. Alex and Angelina gave in. They are, of course, young and athletic, but the heavy bags with gifts on their backs and bulky clothes make it very difficult to run...

Behind them you can hear heavy fumes, dirty swearing, and then they slashed a young man on the back with a dagger, cutting his sheepskin coat...

A gray object flies at the feet of the fleeing students; it seems that it flashed a rat with a sparkling (the fuse is burning!) tail. Angelina squealed: she didn"t like rats, however, what was actually much worse...

It thundered! The asphalt of the pavement, rising sharply, hit the face, and the body was instantly pierced by a sharp pain, tearing the cells to pieces...

HUMANITY'S LAST CHANCE

When such an innumerable armada approaches, it is scary; from afar, it seemed like a multi-colored, sparkling nebula was creeping. Moreover, each spark is a ferocious demon or a trembling spirit caused by the magic of a necromantic sorcerer. The front stretched for a couple of parsecs; on such a scale, even the flagship ultra-battleships look like a grain of sand in the Sahara.

The human confederation, together with other races inhabiting the metagalaxy, entered the decisive battle.

There are so many ships here, with an amazing variety, although in most cases it only hinders effective combat. Well, for example, a starship in the form of a harpsichord or with long muzzles rolled into a ramrod instead of strings, a harp, or even a double bass with a rectangular tank turret. This may make an impression on the faint of heart, but it is more likely to cause laughter than fear, especially among experienced warriors.

Their opponent is the empire, which brazenly claims to be a universal power. Great Grobzagonat, where everything is put at the service of war, the main slogan is efficiency and expediency. Unlike the coalition, coffin starships differ only in size. And the shape is practically the same - very predatory-looking, deep-sea fish. Maybe with one exception: daggers that look like thick, steel-shimmering daggers - the Annihilators.

The stars in this part of space are not too densely scattered across the sky, but they are colorful and unique in their light spectrum. For some reason, looking at these luminaries, you get a sad feeling as if you are looking into the eyes of angels, who condemn the living beings of the universe for their vile, truly savage behavior.

Grobzagonat's army was in no hurry to meet; only individual mobile units, quickly, taking advantage of their superior speed, attacked the enemy, inflicted damage and retreated. In response, they tried to meet them with barrage fire, but the more nimble coffin pens with technologically advanced protection were much more effective. The cruisers and destroyers exploded as if they were detonating a mine, erupting in a geyser of fragments. But we managed to bring down some big game. One of the huge battleships of the human confederation was hit, the ship was smoking thickly, and chaos reigned on board the gigantic starship Stalingrad.

They are trying with all their might to save him; the girls and boys are literally peeling off their skin from the terrible fever. And rose water was sprayed into the air as if by a fashionista; the nitrogen and oxygen molecules reacted, raising the temperature that was already prohibitive for humans. So the girl fell to her knees and, bending down, kisses Perun"s amulet, droplets of tears evaporate before they reach the heavy-duty metal coating. Here it is, death, the young man, who half an hour ago tried to seduce her, falls to the floor and blazes, red meat peels off his bones...

A combat robot drops droplets of lubricant from its wide barrel, it seems that this machine is roaring, experiencing torment, sending a prayer to the electronic gods, based on binary code. The ventilation system fails, turning into a kind of small but numerous black holes that risk absorbing everything and everyone.

Here are two charming warriors, unsuccessfully clinging to the boarding mortar with their hands, trying to delay their death. Their tender, pink faces are distorted, and their beautiful features are distorted by unbearable pain. But the pressure of the suction tornado increases. He tears off his fingers, crimson blood sprays from the torn muscles and tendons, and the girls rush into the meat grinder. On the fly, the red-haired girl collides with the young man, ramming him in the stomach with a head that looks like a fox's hat.

They manage to smile at each other before leaving for that place from which there is no return. Another woman, already more than half charred, drew with her burning hand on the wall: "The brave man dies once, but always lives, the coward lives once, but is forever dead." The bluish-green flame adds heat, engulfing a delightful body worthy of the most prestigious catwalks just a few moments ago. Here the girl"s bones are exposed, and the strong muscles, hardened from infancy, crumble into white ash.

The battleship of the hard one burned, expelling iridescent air bubbles into the vacuum, and then exploded, scattering into many fragments.

Hypermarshal Grobzagonat Prince "Giant Mace" ordered:

- Bring forward five million eight hundred and fifty thousand super-frigates, as well as cool Annigen carriers. Let the horde of the universe rush by on the enemy's backs!

The frigates tried to maintain formation, lining up in separate lines. Missile cruisers and grapples, together with fighters, formed a kind of fine-mesh network. Initially, they tried to fire at the enemy at a long distance, using a weapon that was no longer new to the universe, but extremely destructive: thermoquark missiles. Like a big puncher's boxing tactic: throw a long left jab and keep your partner at a distance. The coalition ships retreated, the rearguard of the starships rushed forward, trying to break through to the battlefield in time. The coffin corrals, using their advantage in organization and maneuverability, like an executioner with an ax, cut down the looser formation of the forces opposing them. Among the aliens who tried to attack, the losses were increasing.

The beautiful devil-general Duchess de Furia is racing on her high-speed annihilator. This is a type of combat starship that, unlike ordinary cruisers, instead of guns, it has antenna emitters, which, when used in combat, corrode the armor of enemy ships with their effect. Here come the gravioplasmic waves, rapidly sweeping through the vacuum. The black space is colored by their space-filling movements, like water from spilled gasoline. The action is very destructive. They distort the guns of aliens unsuccessfully trying to oppose them, cause interference in computer guidance, or even at high intensity cause detonation in the annihilation fuses of thermoquark rockets. Enemy starships are like fish under a film of engine oil, some of them are not made of metal or ceramics, but of biological origin and quite realistically writhe in the most terrible convulsions.

Now another of the battleships begins to crumble, flaming, as if a huge ship with a diameter the width of the English Channel is made of dominoes doused in gasoline. There is nothing to speak of about losses among smaller starships. The coalition of aliens and earthlings is clearly giving in, apparently the newest weapon of the Stelzans - emitted graviplasm, literally shocked the space forces of several hundred empires.

Count de Barsov controls the fire by moving the fingers of his palm in a certain order in front of the scanner. Externally, the six-star coffin general looks like a powerful, heroic-built man with the striped face of a tiger. An aggressively handsome beast, but this is an evil beauty - Lucifer. The coffin grins angrily, delivering merciless blows. He feels the confusion of the motley rabble gathered from several galaxies. Well, let them huddle even more tightly and intensify the panic. When the main forces of the Merciless, grave empire enter the battle, there will be a victorious, joyful end for some and sadder for others.

The coalition acts somewhat chaotically, instead of an organized resistance, obscure maneuvers, even two grand battleships, despite the cosmic distances, went blind, sailed towards each other, and then collided with a roar through gravitational waves, painfully echoing in the ears of nearby fighters.

Inside, partitions were broken, fighting compartments, barracks cabins, training and entertainment halls were crushed. It all happened with the speed of the tide, fast enough to destroy any chance of escape, but still agonizingly slow, giving the chance to millions of trapped living beings to feel the nightmarish fear of inexorable death.

Here is the countess of the chip race, very similar to a bouquet of violets with pink frog legs in golden curls, accepting a painful death, confessing... To her combat emitter. A computer hologram reads prayers and absolves sins at a rapid pace. This is the religion of this glamorous nation, your high-tech weapon plays the role of a priest, so only cybernetic intelligence is considered to have sufficient holiness and purity to serve as an intermediary between a living organism and the Almighty God. The last words of the priest-emitter were:

- The world is not devoid of charm, but abomination is not sacrificed to God!

The Duchess de Furia is a slender and athletic team member in a special mode, a compressed speech code playing a dual role. The first is an encryption shield against possible wiretapping of the team. The second is the magotelepathic impulse.

Cruisers, destroyers, brigantines, and even one spaceship are ships damaged or completely destroyed by her starship. De Furia logically notes:

- Courage can compensate for insufficient training, but training never compensates for courage!

Their grab has already almost completely depleted the thermoquark energy (its use is still not perfect) of the reactor and is anxiously awaiting command. Many hundreds of thousands of enemy ships of the main classes have already been destroyed, the battle is taking place on a wide front.

The order was given, they hurried, retreated in an organized manner in order to recharge at cargo stations - special starship containers.

And the prince "Giant Mace" threw new forces into the battle:

In particular, his personal flagship, the ultra-battleship Beast.

Next came two other giants, "Shock and Awe" and "Red Noose." They deployed tens of thousands of large and small guns and emitters. Several protective layers flickered above them: a graviomatrix, magospatial fields (passing matter in only one direction), a force reflector. All cybernetic devices operated on sublevel theoplasm, which made them resistant to interference. At the same time, huge radars were used, which themselves created Jesuitical snags for the enemy"s electronics.

Like a murderous hail on the crops, "gifts" bringing death rained down... The three giants tried to disperse wider in order to exterminate the enemy as effectively as possible. They are practically invulnerable, like ball lightning, when flying, it burns poplar fluff fluttering in space, such is their deadly effect on alien spaceships. Causing them to retreat in panic. Countless rescue modules that look like children's colored pills are scattered through the vacuum, more and more of them shuddering from rocket explosions, like buoys in rough seas. The coffin pens don"t pay attention to them yet, break the dangerous and strong ones first, then you can finish off the aliens who have lost the remnants of their minds from horror. The battle has not yet been won, the troops of the Ruthless Empire are also suffering, albeit negligible losses compared to the enemy.

But at the same time, on flaming starships, there is no crowding and panic. The evacuation proceeds very smoothly, as if these were not living organisms, but biorobots. Moreover, the retreat, as if in mockery of death, is accompanied by brave songs.

And here is de Fury"s annigen bearer: such a special carrier of gravitational plasma that turned out to be unexpected in its destructive power. Charging the energy of destruction took place almost instantly and again into battle.

The spaceship is gaining maximum acceleration, the duchess is even holding on to the stabilizer, through the translucent fabric of the combat suit you can see how her large biceps are tense in an unladylike manner. She and other crew members have to make an effort not to fall on their backs. The Duchess with a tiger's head is inimitable, like a warrior from comic books, her gaze is piercing, her very bright, long and thick hair flutters from the flow of oncoming air.

It's hard to believe that this heroic girl is already two hundred cycles old. How fresh and clean her face is, very mobile, sometimes with a fierce expression, sometimes, on the contrary, angelic or playful. She has a lot of battles behind her, but it never seemed like she would get tired of them. Each new battle is something special, with its own indescribably beautiful and rich design and exciting rhythm.

And now they have a weapon that is new in operating principle, against which the enemy is unlikely to be able to find effective protection, at least until the final victory of Grobzagonat.

How helpless is the Fizt race dreadnought. Blind, losing his bearings. Spinning a disk launched by an athlete, so that after a couple of moments its components were scattered across the expanses of the galaxy. Or another unfortunate victim, three destroyers perishing in the embrace of graviplasm at once, the ships trembling and squashing, like fry thrown by the surf onto the scorching sand.

Baron de Alligator, adjusting the aiming of the emitters (and not without success, only monoblock sticks remained from the new incinerated cruiser), noted with regret:

- It"s easy to kill, difficult to resurrect, but it"s absolutely impossible to live without violence!

De Furia, controlling her group of starships, discharging another stream of destruction, and watching how the ship, converted from a cargo transport, was also entangled in a plasma network, indicated:

- Death, like a faithful friend, will definitely come, but if you want to walk longer with capricious life, prove your devotion to intelligence and courage!

Count de Barsov barked hoarsely, continuing his witty verbal burst:

- Laws are not written for fools, but they receive sanctions for violating them, and for those smart ones who wrote these laws!

The organized resistance of the diverse armada was broken. Flight in outer space is even like a mountain collapse, it is a tornado that immediately covered a school of midges, knocking down and catching everyone at once... The pursuit began. It's like a pack of wolves chasing a flock of sheep. Only the coffins are much more evil and merciless than wolves. For them, this is not even a question of survival, but of demonstrating unbending will and ruthless rage. Pursue, torment, do not let go. And although many children will not wait for their parents (and here are creatures from the same sex to a dozen sexes gathered), and mothers, fathers, neutrals, their sons, daughters and who knows who else... What valor is there in such a murder, when even shooting partridges requires more skill and effort. The debris flooded space and fell on the stars, causing coronal disturbances, prominences, and plasma vortices on the surface. Some stars even change colors due to the multitude of foreign objects falling on their surface. Not everyone will understand, but those with a heart: it is especially creepy if a creature with a personality burns alive, and personality is a whole irrational and unpredictable world.

Even a vacuum can cry from such a defeat...

First-year students Alex and Angelina saw it all, and not even like in a movie, but all at once, in many points and details, when everything enters, filling the consciousness with a kaleidoscope of perception.

Then they noticed that one of the human spaceships - a brigantine with the contours of a baby dolphin - was moving towards... Towards a quasar shining with all the colors of the rainbow and in a sleeping state. Something told the students that this was a quasar, even if not with such rays that burned all living things. But even in a reduced form, it concealed a deadly danger to everything material. And this brigantine seemed like a brave suicide.

The Annigen carriers under the command of the Duchess de Furia received the order: "Intercept the spaceship of the earthlings!" And three almost undamaged thousands of soldiers and tens of thousands of combat robots on board rushed after the brigantine.

It"s like predatory sharks are chasing a little duckling choking in the stormy waters of a raging ocean.

Alex suddenly felt that he was able not only to soar, but to move, and shouted to his friend: "Let the angel follow them." The girl replied: "Yes, I feel that I can."

Let Mikhail Boyarsky sing: "Although a body without a soul is not a body, but how weak is a soul without a body!" Maybe this is fair, but... The spirit can, having entered someone else's flesh and taking control of it, manifest itself in fabulous power...

Searing streams of annihilating radiation were emitted from three daggers and it seemed that the human brigantine, led by the brave captain Alena Snegova, did not have the slightest chance. Already magic plasma waves pierced the hull, deforming the silver armor, causing the barrels of light guns to fall off like overcooked pasta. The crew members are experiencing terrible pain, their combat suits are falling apart, their skin is peeling off, their eyes are going blind... It seems there is no chance... The brigantine begins to burn, leaving behind a smoking trail of antimatter sparks.

But in this last moment, when you fall into the hopeless abyss of the hell of non-existence, the two Annigen bearers located on the flanks, without turning around, stabbed radiation into the middle one.

And it began, rainbow waves passed through the central dagger, the automation switched to protection. And the human ship, which seemed tiny against the backdrop of the giants, losing parts of its structure, finally escaped from the iridescent magic-plasma network.

Alex settled in the body of Baron de Alligator, and Angelina saddled the consciousness of Count de Barsov. Ordinary coffin guards, like the officers, are trained not to discuss the orders of their commanders, but to carry them out. If those who hit the bodies, using the memory of their "horses," ordered to change the target of fire, then... That"s how it should be. As the main rule of Grobozagonat says: "I swear to unquestioningly obey the Hyper-Emperor, him personally, as well as any boss appointed by him!"

The order has been given and is being carried out... But the individuals of the coffin pens do not want to come to terms with the fact that the disembodied souls of the young victims have taken possession of their bodies. A fierce struggle begins, Alligator and Barsov freeze, and the tiger"s eyes glaze over. The order has already been given and it will be carried out until it is canceled...

However, the brigantine has already received mortal wounds, just a little more... Alena Morozova, with her last strength, is holding on to a thin thread of consciousness. Her spacesuit, along with her uniform, was charred, and the flames cruelly caressed her already completely naked body. The skin becomes covered with large blisters, then peels off. Pieces of the cape are falling off... A little more...

Here is the thin tail of the quasar where her brigantine needs to get, or rather what"s left of it... The personalities of the Alligator and Barsov have already returned, the magoplasm kicks in again... Alena"s burnt bones crumble, and her consciousness is scorched into a black crater... And in an insignificant fraction of a nanosecond, the final destruction, the commanding fragment of the brigantine flies into the quasar's promeranium...

Everything stopped suddenly, as if it had never started at all. The armada of the Purple Constellation fleet froze, and its opponents disappeared at once. It seemed that the wings and paws of the space vultures were glued to space and could not move. And at the same time, no one felt the slightest shock or shock. Everything that happened went beyond the scope of ordinary physics.

The Duchess de Furia growled fiercely:

- Who is this cool guy who managed to stop us?

Gengir Wolf looked with undisguised hatred:

"I have no idea... This is basically impossible, although..." The coffin general, lowering his voice, clearly frightened to a whisper, was betrayed by the nervous running of his icy eyes around, he added. - Our agent reported that the earth can play a joke over time.

The Duchess answered calmly, even dismissively:

- This, of course, is annoying, but no one can prevent living individuals from fighting, and us coffin-filled animals from winning!

The alligator yawned defiantly and threw into his mouth what looked like a well-dressed sandwich. Stroking the unruly hair of the tigress-adjutant, energetically chewing the culinary product with a loud crunch, but at the same time in a completely intelligible and strong voice, he summed up:

-An unfinished enemy is like an untreated disease - expect complications!

Next to the exhausted souls of Angelina and Alex, as if from an ice hole, the shining substance of Alena"s spirit emerged. The face of the liberated soul shone like the sun. Having intercepted the uncomprehending glances of the fellow students, the girl-captain explained with joyful enthusiasm:

-We won! The threat to humanity has been eliminated, both this and hopefully future challenges.

Angelina muttered in confusion:

- How?

Alenka began to explain:

- The great scientist Pavel Karpov made the discovery that time has a structure similar to a deep, boundless river with many millions of independent streams. And that it is possible, by installing a kind of breakwater, to influence the flow of one stream or another. Unfortunately, he died, having fully revealed the mechanisms of influence, and there was no other similar genius. But one way to create such a breakwater was revealed by him. If you release the energy of a sleeping quasar into a certain range, and only during exactly midnight New Year celebrations on planet Earth, then the released energy will cause a kind of surge in the planet"s past, and a doubling of the time flow will occur in the Solar System...

Alex was confused, and blinking his ethereal eyelids, whispered:

- And what will it matter?

Warrior Alena explained:

- All people in the Solar System will receive an additional year of life, which means that Pavel Karpov will have time to complete his unique discoveries... Or rather, he has already done so, there is no enemy armada in front of us!

Angelina exclaimed tremblingly:

- Did you really destroy them all?

The captain of the brigantine smiled affectionately and winked in response:

- I think no! A breakwater simply placed in the river of time spun the chronoflow in a circle for them. This means that the coffin pens will live forever, in one time loop, living the same year an infinite number of times!

- And we? - Alex asked.

- You will return in your own time, and I hope next time you will not walk down the street with bandits...

The young man and the girl woke up standing right in front of the Kremlin Chimes, on Red Square. The gigantic clock began to strike midnight steadily and majestically.

The New Year has arrived.

. CHAPTER No. 15.

After a pause, hostilities resumed. The Chinese tried again, gathering forces to attack the distant possessions of Russia.

This time the six grabbed some more modern weapons.

In this case, all six of them climbed onto the IS-7 with magical irreplaceable shells and cartridges.

And without further ado they began to shoot the Chinese army and crush it with their tracks.

And Oleg Rybachenko also fired from a cannon and roared:

- Our victory is inevitable, now it won"t be the same!

However, during shooting, and even when you fire one at a time, you can think about strangers.

In fact, why is Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin such a lucky politician and president? In particular, from the very beginning of his appointment as Yeltsin"s official successor, everything was successful.

It seemed that the communists and Yabloko should have acted as a single unit - Yeltsin"s successor is enemy number one.

But the performance did not take place. And Sobchak, who stole, was not remembered. The approval proceeded routinely. Although the communists should have understood: this is their future gravedigger!

And Yavlinsky, who tried to show himself as the most opposition politician who had never voted for the budget, why didn"t he object.

It turned out so strange.

And then somehow I got lucky. Violent and hungry Dagestan did not support the Wahhabi performance, although Basayev and Khattab probably counted on it. The opposition in the Duma did not conflict with the authorities. Or use the Chechen factor.

In short, from the very beginning everything was in Putin"s favor. And the opposition in the Duma did not try to use the explosions in Moscow and Volgodonsk against the authorities.

Although the communists should understand, they are being relegated to the background.

Yavlinsky realized this very late.

Oleg fired at the Chinese and tore apart the yellow warriors with shells.

And sighed...

OK. It gets a little boring to think about politics. For example, Gerda. In one of the pictures she is depicted in captivity by robbers with her hands tied behind her, barefoot. And the legs are even red, you can see that in the unheated zoo with the deer, the robber is cold, and Gerda"s legs are very cold.

Poor girl, the shoes she begged from the queen were taken from her. And now she suffers in captivity.

The boy again fired at the army of the celestial empire, pressing the joystick button with his bare toes.

After which they sent him in a different direction.

Zhirinovsky did not directly support Yeltsin, and there is not a single video recording of him making such statements! On the other hand, new elections, and even based on party lists, were very beneficial to him. Having carried out, in essence, a military coup, Yeltsin usurped power, becoming an absolute dictator, not formally limited by anything! Even the activities of the constitutional court were suspended, and the president formally acquired unlimited powers! Under these conditions, the adoption of a new constitution soon limited the power of the dictator, rather than consolidating it! It should also be said that according to opinion polls, up to 80 percent of the Russian population was ready to vote for the presidential draft constitution. Therefore, Zhirinovsky cannot be judged strictly for supporting the constitution. Firstly, otherwise, he simply could not be allowed to participate in the elections, and secondly, Vladimir expected to receive the support of some of Yeltsin"s many supporters. As for the name of the party, at that time an illusion arose among the people - the communist-fascist (media term) parliament had been dispersed, no one was stopping the reforms, and soon we would live like in America! And under these conditions, the name Liberal Democratic was quite electorally advantageous! The electoral bloc: Russia's Choice, led by Gaidar, became the party in power! Nobody believed in the LDPR"s chances; many thought that Zhirinovsky would not even meet the five percent barrier!

Yes, it seemed that Zhirinovsky had very weak chances. And Russia's Choice has all the trump cards in its hands. Apart from perhaps the most important thing, there were no real achievements in the economy. But they have a huge propaganda apparatus and administrative resources in their hands. The experience of Kazakhstan and other countries shows that often this is quite enough to win elections, even to obtain sensational results!

But Vladimir Volfovich showed his extraordinary political abilities: in particular, he managed to convince Yeltsin"s entourage of his loyalty and was not prevented from registering, as was the case, for example, with the Baburin bloc and some others! He managed to get money by convincing sponsors of his potential for paid airtime (and he himself earned some money by doing business!). And most importantly, during the elections he showed a magnificent gift of speech, conducting an enchanting election campaign! On the LDPR website you can find old recordings of the 1993 election campaign: these are really strong speeches, compared to which Hitler is just a pathetic shadow of a speaker. The Democrats squabbled with each other and noticed the growing popularity of the Liberal Democratic Party much too late! It must be said that sociologists did not show the real picture, but the one that the authorities wanted to see! Gaidar called Zhirinovsky Hitler and demanded that Yeltsin deregister the LDPR. But analysts around the president said Yeltsin's ratings were falling and support for the constitution was declining. Under these conditions, disqualification could create problems for the authorities. In addition, in 1993, the technologies for mass election fraud had not yet been worked out, except for the primitive stuffing of ballots into ballot boxes, so the expression of the will of the people was relatively honest! Zhirinovsky, in turn, promised to release Rutskoi and other oppositionists!

Oleg Rybachenko got distracted here and again fired from an unchangeable projectile.

While the girl Margarita aimed the gun with her bare feet, the boy thought and wondered.

The election result was sensational, and both enemies of the regime and many Yeltsin supporters voted for the leader of the LDPR! The party won nearly 24 percent of their 13 members, finishing in first place. However, due to the mixed electoral system, Zhirinovsky ended up with only 60 mandates, or 15 percent of the size of the State Duma, the lower house of parliament! In addition, the powers of the State Duma were severely limited by the new constitution, so in reality Zhirinovsky did not receive significant power. Most likely, his faction in the State Duma could only be considered as a springboard for a further attack on power! Well, Zhirinovsky himself was increasingly compared to Hitler! By the way, in 1930, Hitler gained 18 percent of the vote, taking second place in the elections, but at the same time receiving much more real leverage on power. Firstly, the Reichstag had only one chamber, and secondly, elections were held only according to a proportional system, and thirdly, the power of parliament was incomparably stronger than in Russia! Zhirinovsky found himself in a much worse situation: the appearance of victory gave rise to overly inflated expectations of voters, but the real power and ability to change anything was a big deal!

This is where, of course, miracles begin: Zhirinovsky, who had previously acted as a calculating politician, suddenly became impulsive and extremely illogical. In particular, he was accused of Hitlerism, so he intensified his anti-Western rhetoric, giving rise to fears that if he came to power, he would unleash a third world war! And some statements were completely crazy, including the use of an atomic bomb against Kazakhstan and other countries. In particular, Zhirinovsky even declared that he would drop an atomic bomb on Tbilisi! At the same time, there were some achievements: we managed to carry out an amnesty, fulfilling election promises... But in general, Vladimir Volfovich did not score points, constantly getting into scandals... Yes! Of course, he was provoked, many scandalous situations were created by the CIA and opponents of the LDPR, primarily from among Westernized democrats inside Russia, but still, a prudent and pragmatic politician should not have succumbed to this, or at least reduced the possibility of provocation to a minimum! For example, Zyuganov, despite the fact that he has been wearing the laurels of the Kremlin"s main political opponent for seventeen years, somehow managed to avoid scandals, has never been framed in a big way and does not have a reputation as a corrupt politician! True, the communists also had one moment with the setup of Khodorkovsky, supposedly the main financier of the Communist Party of the Russian Federation, but in this case Zyuganov did not leave any statements discrediting himself. A very cautious politician Gennady Andreevich, sometimes even too careful! In particular, in May 1999, when Yeltsin proposed the candidacy of Stepashin, the communists should have blocked it and either extorted concessions or provoked the dissolution of the State Duma and early parliamentary elections. But Zyuganov chose not to take risks, although if the State Duma had been dissolved then, the communists would have retained and even expanded control over it. Yes, Putin was approved by the communists in August 1999 without a fight, although the fact that Yeltsin declared him his successor precisely required the opposition to act as a united front against this candidacy. But Zyuganov decided that it was better to go to the elections, taking advantage of the privileges that come with the status of a deputy, and the fact that Putin could turn into a national hero in just three months was beyond the imagination of even the bravest Kremlin analysts.

Oleg Rybachenko again fired at the Chinese with his bare boyish foot and continued his thoughts.

The boy genius sincerely believed that Zhirinovsky was not up to par;

In short, December 1993 became the peak for the political career of the leader of the LDPR, then a decline began, although at first it was not a landslide with various fluctuations. Yeltsin was also quickly losing popularity: it was not possible to overcome the economic crisis; on the contrary, it was getting worse and worse. Here Zhirinovsky made another miscalculation and signed an agreement on peace and harmony. After all, he was already accused of supporting the constitution, which legalized enormous presidential power (and on the other hand, what would have happened if the constitution had not been adopted? Civil war was very likely!), and then there was the agreement to sign a peace treaty. True, in the fall Zhirinovsky left it. But in general, it would take a very long time to describe specifically what mistakes the LDPR leader made and why he did not become president. His main mistake was strategically incorrect PR! After the 1993 elections, it was necessary to form an image of the main enemy of the current government and Yeltsin personally! That is, to become Anti-Yeltsin, with the most populist rhetoric, criticizing, first of all, internal enemies, corruption, theft, and so on! And the main slogan is - Yeltsin's gang to justice! And at the same time, not disdaining left-wing slogans, social demagoguery, and promises of justice! In particular, in Belarus, Lukashenko won more than 80 percent in the second round of the presidential election, which is simply a super achievement for an opposition politician! But you can"t say that Lukashenko is stronger than Zhirinovsky in oratory, rather, on the contrary, Vladimir Volfovich is much more educated and intellectually developed! But Zhirinovsky was let down by his character, which was too aggressive and hot-tempered, and on the other hand, the belief that Yeltsin"s entourage, and Yeltsin himself, would rely on him by electing him as a successor. Who knows history: they will probably remember the relationship between Hitler and Hindebruner, at first wary, and then partnership! But that"s the thing, Hindebrug was a hero of the First World War, a patriot of his country, and already a decrepit old man. And Yeltsin, the destroyer of the USSR and an ardent enemy of imperial ideology, was a strategic adversary for Zhirinovsky. And Yeltsin"s entourage feared that the then still young and aggressive Zhirinovsky would begin to restore order and then heads would roll! So, Yeltsin"s entourage had no desire to push Volfovich to become president or prime minister, and his real chance for power was only through Yeltsin"s corpse. That is, Zhirinovsky had to at least outwardly imitate the highest possible level of opposition to the regime! So that the people think that there is no greater enemy of power than Zhirinovsky, and so that an association arises: Zhirinovsky or Yeltsin, Zhirinovsky against Yeltsin! However, Vladimir Volfovich either did not have a strong analyst and PR person in his circle or did not want to listen to anyone. Or maybe he was even afraid of Yeltsin, although it must be said that Yeltsin is still not quite a tyrant if he accepted an amnesty and the release of his enemies: Rutskoi and Makashov. And Yeltsin agreed to dissolve the parliament because the people seemed to give him the go-ahead to do so in a referendum on April 25, 1993. In addition, the shooting of parliament scared Yeltsin himself so much that he lost his resolve. So, Zhirinovsky could well become his main opponent, especially since Zyuganov stabbed Yeltsin no matter how much, but received punishment!

The boy again released a heavy projectile after the girls using his bare foot and continued his thoughts.

Another mistake of Zhirinovsky was the position he took regarding the war in Chechnya. It seems like a nationalist, he should have supported the establishment of constitutional order, but in what form! The war went unsuccessfully from the very beginning, Russian troops suffered huge losses, primarily due to the criminal incompetence of Yeltsin"s command. Moreover, generals with experience of the war in Afghanistan, for example Defense Minister Grachev, commanded worse than first-graders. Even journalists taught generals how to fight! What a paradox!

Under these conditions, it was necessary to take a position: Yeltsin and his gang are to blame for the huge losses of the Russian army! Criticism of the ruling regime should have been intensified, but at the same time without touching the army. Although Grachev should not have been defended either! It was Zyuganov who took the optimal winning position! Criticizing Yeltsin, without quarreling with the army, without supporting the separatists. In general, Zyuganov chose the right line of behavior: maximum distance from Yeltsin"s policies, confrontation. However, the communists in the Duma of the first convocation were not always consistent in their opposition. In particular, Zhirinovsky"s proposal for a vote of no confidence in the Chernomyrdin government was not supported. In general, the Communists voted for a vote of no confidence for the first time only in October 1994, after "Black Tuesday," when passive approval of Chernomyrdin"s economic policy could have cost them dearly. In the State Duma of the second convocation, where the communists led by Zyuganov were already in the majority, the vote of no confidence was never (!) put to a vote! And the parliament approved all five candidates for the post of prime minister, but that"s another story! Zyuganov"s personality deserves a separate article, as well as why he still lost to Yeltsin in 1996.

Zhirinovsky himself, it seems, wanted a compromise with Yeltsin"s entourage, hoping to convince the oligarchs of his loyalty so that they would place him as the only one capable of stopping the communists from taking the throne. But the problem is that Yeltsin"s entourage at that time did not want a change, and did not trust Volfovich, who, by the way, managed to worsen his attitude in the West. Many oligarchs close to the president had business in the West and managed to accumulate huge debts there. And oil prices were about $10 per barrel, so gas was cheap, and the elite became pretty hooked on loans from NATO countries. And in the West they made it clear that Zhirinovsky was unacceptable to them.

In these conditions, the reliance on an alliance with Yeltsin"s elite only spoiled the image of the leader of the LDPR and interfered with the bloc with the communists and nationalists. It must also be said that the large losses of the Russian army, the unwillingness to defeat, in general, a small and not particularly well-armed enemy, reduced the popularity of militant slogans and the desire to achieve happiness through war. The people saw that the Russian army was not ready to wash its feet in the Indian Ocean and conquer the Middle East with its oil reserves. Yes, theoretically, the capture of the Middle East could bring huge amounts of money through petrodollars and the inevitable jump in energy prices, but even if they cannot defeat Chechnya... Pacifist sentiments began to grow, and Zhirik suffered serious electoral losses!

Boy prodigy, shoot straight again. A shell from a 130-mm cannon scattered the Chinese.

Margarita said approvingly:

- You're so clever!

And she began to fire shots herself using her bare toes.

And Oleg Rybachenko continued his reasoning.

However, it must be said that Zyuganov was extremely cautious. For example, when Boris Fedorov proposed voting for a rating of no confidence in the government, the Communist Party of the Russian Federation did not support this. In general, Zyuganov and his circle treated Chernomyrdin very carefully, although the latter continued to pursue policies in the interests of the oligarchs and demonstrated loyalty to Yeltsin. But what"s interesting is that Zyuganov managed to become the number one oppositionist and anti-Yeltsin. Moreover, pro-presidential propaganda also helped him in this, probably intentionally, since the communist Zyuganov is better than the non-communist candidate in the second round.

In the winter and spring of 1995, the LDPR party was experiencing a serious crisis; several deputies left it, including the bright, charismatic Marychev.

But the war in Chechnya was gradually being won, the militants also suffered huge losses and were exsanguinated and demoralized, the Russian army was advancing. In June, Shamil Basayev seized a maternity hospital in Budenovsk. In principle, such a step by the militants did not give anything militarily, and in propaganda terms it was even beneficial for the war party... But Yeltsin broke down, apparently the events of October 3-4 and the curses of millions of Russians knocked him down and he ordered Chernomyrdin to stop the war and start negotiations...

The Russian army unilaterally stopped hostilities. And the State Duma finally collected enough votes to pass a vote of no confidence in the government, demanding the resignation of a number of security officials. Yeltsin conceded, retaining only Grachev, but surrendered Egorov, Erin, Stepashin. Here Zhirinovsky initially took the correct position: he condemned the truce and voted for a vote of no confidence. And when Chernomyrdin bluffed by threatening to put the question of trust in the cabinet to a vote in the State Duma (there is one nuance here, if less than 226 votes out of 450 vote for trust in the government, then the president is obliged within a week to either disperse the government or dissolve the State Duma), Zhirinovsky showed firmness and readiness to go to early parliamentary elections. The advantages of early elections are the image of martyrs, the lack of success - blaming Yeltsin and the government, not giving time to promote the Kremlin project of the Congress of Russian Communities, and the party in power: Our Home is Russia. And of course other organizations - smaller ones!

Chernomyrdin, realizing that the bluff would not work and that the new parliament would become even more oppositional, withdrew the vote. The State Duma once again put no-confidence to a vote, Zhirinovsky acted very aggressively, but there were not enough votes. Here it must be said that Yabloko chickened out; Yavlinsky did not want to lose the advantages of parliamentary seats. In addition, his real rating was not high, there was a danger of simply being blown away.

Zhirinovsky's popularity immediately grew, but Volfovich again made a miscalculation by revoking the signatures of his party under the impeachment procedure. This did not matter, the opposition did not have enough votes to create a commission to bring charges, as many as 300, but this spoiled the rating! Zhirinovsky again gave reason to accuse himself of conciliatory policies, alienating part of the growing protest electorate.

However, the truce in Chechnya, which the militants brazenly violated, various terrorist attacks, especially against Romanov, and victims of shelling led to an increase in militant sentiment in society and Zhirinovsky began to gain points. In addition, in September 1995, NATO began bombing the Bosnian Serbs, strengthening anti-Western sentiment, which also raised the LDPR's ratings.

True, Zhirinovsky succumbed to the provocation, beating a woman in parliament, or even lightly hitting her a couple of times in a general scuffle. Then the Yeltsin press promoted it all, portraying Zhirinovsky as a bandit! However, such a passage might have pleased some people: especially those men who had suffered from women, or those who, of all the candidates, were looking for the most ferocious dictator, hoping that he would restore order! In any case, the "Stalinists" were for "Zhirik".

Oleg Rybachenko continued to fire. The boy did this by defeating the Chinese army under the Manchu dynasty and continued to think.

In October 1995, the LDPR collected 100 signatures to put a vote of no confidence in the government to a vote in the State Duma, but last year Zhirinovsky abandoned this intention.

It must be said that this was his mistake, and not justified. Firstly, Zhirinovsky, by raising a vote of no confidence on the eve of the elections, attracted the sympathy of the protest electorate, which at that time constituted the majority. Secondly, the vote was aimed against Zhirinovsky"s main competitor, Chernomyrdin, and did not at all interfere with behind-the-scenes attempts to convince Yeltsin and his entourage to make "Zhirik" their successor.

In addition, Zhirinovsky should have understood; that the better the result he shows in the Duma elections, the more likely it is that the "family" will bet on him!

For that moment, the best election tactic was to play the role of the number one opposition, which would surpass the communists in the level of confrontation.

Zhirinovsky, in general, understood this, but tried to sit on two chairs and was inconsistent. The new elections were much more difficult than the old ones! Firstly, unlike in 1993, they did not have the opportunity to demonstrate their oratorical talent in its entirety; too little airtime was given to the parties, the number of which had grown from 13 to 44 (!). Secondly, the factor of unfulfilled hopes and expectations played against Zhirinovsky. After all, he seemed to be the first, but he didn"t make people"s lives better... Although it was clear to an intelligent person that "Zhirik" had no real power, and the same communists controlled much more votes than the LDPR: 102 versus 60, but... There were a lot of smart people back then, especially in the nineties.

The third reason was that there was a lot of dirt spilled on the leader of the LDPR, the image of a monster and a hooligan, fears that he would start a third world war.

The fourth reason, also one of the main ones, is the emergence of a large number of competitors. The most famous: the Congress of Russian Communities, led by Skokov (former secretary of the Security Council under Yeltsin), and Alexander Lebed, also Yeltsin"s man, whose role in Transnistria was greatly inflated by the media. This block is actively promoting PR, but it looks like they"ve gone overboard. People are not as bad as the authorities think, and most of them have realized that the KRO is not an opposition at all, but a Kremlin project directed primarily against the LDPR and the Communist Party of the Russian Federation. But still, this organization took more than four percent!

And there were other competitors beyond the roof, the State of Rutsky, where Marychev fled, the Bloc for the USSR - Tyulkin-Ampilov, the National Republican Party of Lysenko, and a great variety of all kinds. It must be said that the communists also scattered their electorate: the USSR Bloc gained more than four and a half percent of the votes, but did not enter parliament, and for the Communist Party of the Russian Federation votes were lost, the Agrarian Party also did not meet the five percent barrier, like other left-wing organizations. In particular, it is unclear what former Prime Minister Ryzhkov was counting on for elections with a bloc: the Labor Union or the Govorukhin bloc! However, the 1995 elections showed the weakest result of the party in power in the entire history of Russia, and the largest percentage of protest voting.

The boy fired again, pressing the joystick button with his bare toes and continued his thoughts;

During the election campaign, Zhirinovsky generally criticized the authorities, but did not do it aggressively enough. In addition, his faction supported the budget for next year, giving another reason for accusations of pro-Kremlin orientation. Considering the protest mood of almost the entire electorate that dominated these elections, there was no need to compromise with this government! In addition, the State Duma unexpectedly easily approved Dubinin as head of the Central Bank, although the latter was a person from Yeltsin"s circle, a supporter of market reforms in the radical Gaidar version. By the way, Zyuganov also supported this candidacy, although Dubinin was involved in Black Tuesday, showing that he was not a principled oppositionist either!

During the elections, Zhirinovsky did not want to create any pre-election blocs, although several smaller nationalist parties expressed a similar desire. In addition, Vengerovsky advised changing the name of the party to a more politically appropriate and harmonious one - for example, Great Russia! Zhirinovsky showed stubbornness on this issue, although the word liberal democrat had already become a dirty word by this time!

In addition, famous singers or artists were not included in the LDPR party list, although there were plenty of people willing. In particular, Alla Pugacheva, who loved to attract the attention of the press, could well agree to second place on the LDPR party list. This did not hinder her in any way, but it could create an extra informational reason for mentioning herself. Plus the opportunity to propose certain projects and laws for discussion in the State Duma. Even the composer Antonov was included only in the regional list, and then they completely quarreled. In general, Zhirinovsky has a very bad character trait: an unwillingness to tolerate strong personalities in his environment, those who defend their point of view. For example, it was for this reason that the famous hypnotist Anatoly Kashpirovsky left the party; who accused Vladimir Volfovich of authoritarian management methods and the desire to surround himself with sycophants. It must be said, by the way, that even Hitler made compromises with the people he needed and tolerated them in his circle until they became useless or dangerous to him. Let us remember Rehm, Strasser, Goebbels, who were distinguished by their leftism and opposition to the authorities. But it was precisely thanks to such individuals that Hitler was able to pull away the maximum number of votes from the communists and social democrats. It must also be said that Zhirinovsky said too often: without thinking, he either praised or scolded Stalin. In general, the leader of the LDPR himself to some extent imitated Stalin, creating his own cult, demonstrating commitment to authoritarian methods of government, but at the same time accusing the communists of violence, although he himself advocated violence, violence and more violence!

With the growing popularity of left-wing ideas, Zhirinovsky should have taken a more balanced approach to communist ideas, and remembered that a significant part of the electorate is nostalgic for Soviet times. In addition, the external attributes of leftism would not hurt: for example, the blue color for the LDPR flag is extremely unfortunate! Firstly, it evokes an association with gays, who are also "gay", and secondly, the blue color is calming, which does not harmonize well with Zhirinovsky"s incendiary speeches! The optimal color for his party would be purple-red. Invigorating, calling for exploits, but still not like the communists! In addition, purple is a symbol of royalty and could attract the voices of supporters of sovereignty, monarchist and non-communist persuasion!

The boy genius again pressed the joystick buttons and squeaked:

- My victory will be glorious!

And he continued his clever reasoning.

Videos where Zhirinovsky played the buffoon, in particular, did not sing very well, were also not the best idea! In this case, this was not the best move, since the people were hungry then in 1995 and wanted serious changes and a serious leader, and they had no time for jokes! It must be said that the pro-Kremlin media were already trying to make a jester and a clown out of Zhirinovsky, and there was no point in strengthening this impression and giving new trump cards to their enemies!

In the 1995 elections, the Central Election Commission first denied registration to "Derzhava" - Rutskoi, and then to "Yabloko". After which both parties were restored, through the Supreme Court. There are several versions about this episode: in particular, that the Kremlin and its PR people wanted to help Yavlinsky in the Duma elections, as a democrat and a Westerner, and Rutskoi seemed to have to draw the votes of the communists to himself...

At first glance, the version is logical; if "Yabloko" and "Derzhava" really wanted to be removed, then the Supreme Court, formed at the behest of the Yeltsin family, would not have restored them! After all, one can recall recent examples when "Yabloko", "Other Russia" and "Motherland" were not allowed to participate in elections, without any legal grounds. For example, the removal of the Rodina bloc from the elections in Moscow in 2006 was absolutely illegal from a legal point of view! So in that video, which became the reason for disqualification: there were no direct calls for violence, pogrom, racial cleansing or even deportation of "Caucasians". It simply talked about clearing Moscow of garbage... Yes, there was a hint about the need to restore order among emigrants. But... Firstly, this does not contradict the law, and secondly, in any very harmless video, you can find a hint of anything. You can, for example, even the cartoon "Well, wait a minute!" prohibited as propaganda of pedophilia. And that the hare is like a child, he travels with a child"s ticket, and the wolf flirts with him, caresses him... In this case, the judge did not have the legal right to remove the "Motherland" block from registration! The trial of Khodorkovsky is a separate topic; we will not talk about it in this article. But it seems that everyone understands that without the Kremlin"s sanction this would not have happened...

So, yes, it seems, but not quite so! In particular, Rutskoi was then considered an ardent enemy of Yeltsin - if only things had come to direct armed confrontation! The rating of "Power" was quite high and its chances of passing the five percent barrier are high! Well, why does the Kremlin want to inflate the chances of its enemy? Yes, Yabloko, although a democratic party, is quite oppositional: it has never supported budgets, both in this Duma and the next, Yavlinsky said that he would fight for the presidency of Russia. So, there is no particular reason to strengthen Yabloko: especially in the context of future presidential elections, it is extremely unprofitable! Yavlinsky pulled votes away from Yeltsin in the first round, and the young and athletic leader of Yabloko looked much more attractive than the discredited, decrepit Yeltsin.

So, the first version is not entirely convincing, and Russian courts were not yet so dependent on the President of Russia. In particular, Army General Varenikov, a member of the State Emergency Committee, was acquitted; other examples can be cited where the court did not always side with the authorities.

Most likely, the negative reaction of the West to Yavlinsky"s disqualification played a role, and the Yeltsin regime needed loans on the eve of the elections in order to create the appearance of prosperity in the country. Well, Rutsky was fired for the same reason, so he was reinstated for the company. However, this did not help "Derzhava" reach the five percent barrier. Rutskoi's result of 2.7 percent can be considered widespread, especially considering how famous he was. However, the Kremlin KRO project also lost. Zhirinovsky did not use the Duma platform effectively enough, but it must be said that it was to his advantage that all the pro-Kremlin propaganda worked against him. She seemed to have created an image that Zhirinovsky is the number one enemy of power, and if Vladimir Volfovich had been more consistent in his opposition, his results would have been much higher.

Oleg Rybachenko again very deftly covered the Chinese regiment with a high-explosive fragmentation shell. After which his thoughts became even better.

However, the LDPR leader"s short speeches on television with threats against the authorities and rather militant calls were generally correct, but perhaps Yeltsin and Yeltsin personally should have been more actively scolded.

In short, in the elections in December 1995, the Communist Party of the Russian Federation was in first place with almost 23 percent, the LDPR was second with 11.5 percent, the NDR was third with 10.3 percent, and Yabloko was fourth with 6.7 percent.

The remaining forty parties did not meet the five percent barrier!

How to evaluate such a result of Zhirinovsky? In percentage terms, the drop is twofold compared to the first elections. But if we take into account the increased turnout by about 12 percent, then Zhirinovsky received approximately 62 percent of the 1993 result. Is it a lot or a little?

Taking into account all the unfavorable circumstances, this result is average between satisfactory and simply good. Bad factors:

1. Dissatisfaction of the electorate with the activities of the LDPR in the State Duma. The people expected more from the candidate who took first place, but life did not get any better. True, most people understood that Zhirinovsky had no real power, but disappointment still reigned.

2. Fear that the militant leader of the LDPR will start a third world war, with catastrophic consequences. In addition, many were frightened by Zhirinovsky"s lack of restraint and fears that he would establish a totalitarian dictatorship and flood the country with blood. His hysteria scared many people away.

3. The opposition of the LDPR Leader is not sufficient. Especially for the first time, months of war in Chechnya, and pro-Kremlin propaganda itself blamed Zhirinovsky for this, greatly inflating his loyalty to the authorities. However, Vladimir Volfovich himself wanted friendship with the Kremlin, losing the image of the main enemy of the current government.

4. Insufficient effectiveness of using Duma levers to implement populist financial policies. In particular, it was possible to put to a vote one populist law after another, working for the public. This is exactly what Yeltsin did, at the Congress proposing something that could not be implemented and earning points for himself. Yes, and Yeltsin raised everyone"s salaries and pensions during the elections, and then either did not pay them, or they were eaten up by inflation. Lukashenko and others did the same, but Yulia Tymoshenko did not abandon her tough monetarist policy and lost the elections, losing her freedom at the same time!

5. Zhirinovsky made another mistake related to his appearance. He became overly fat and began to look much worse as a result. In addition, hungry people do not like pot-bellied and fat people. Here, by the way, Zhirinovsky showed another of his shortcomings, the lack of fanaticism in politics, the lack of willpower to keep his body in shape and not overeat. By the way, Zhirinovsky, even during the 1991 elections, was slim, even thinner than the norm, at forty-five. This suggests that by nature "Zhirik" is not inclined to be overweight, which means it was not so difficult for him to keep himself in shape, unlike, for example, Gaidar.

This is also a significant minus!

7. Compared to the first elections, the amount of airtime that Zhirinovsky could use was sharply reduced. Free airtime was divided among 44 parties, and paid airtime could not be more than free airtime, and it could only be bought at night. So Zhirinovsky could not fully use his extraordinary oratorical gift, as in 1993. Although, for example, he has more money than then!

6. Perhaps, perhaps even the most significant thing: political competition has sharply increased and a whole bunch of imitator parties and blocs have appeared on the electoral field of the LDPR. Of these, primarily KRO, Derzhava, NRP, and a whole bunch of other parties. And the government was criticized by everyone except the party in power. Our Home is Russia. Boris Fedorov and his "Forward Russia" bloc were actively promoted and shown a lot on television, criticizing Chernomyrdin and the government. True, Boris Fedorov himself only played the opposition, hoping to win over the protest electorate. But most of the people did not believe him! Then Boris Fedorov even joined the NDR. The National Republican Party of Lysenko was also very active, and its leader copied the emotional madness of Zhirinovsky, and was not at all offended by the media attention. In addition, the Vedenkin bloc, also a former assistant to the leader of the LDPR and an extreme nationalist, was active, as well as the Baburin bloc. Baburin is also a very active person; at one time he almost became speaker instead of Khasbulatov. In short, Zhirinovsky"s electorate was pretty much diluted by similar doubles and imitators. In addition, there were new trends on the left, including those of the Stalinist persuasion.

In such conditions, 11.5 percent out of 44 is actually a decent result, although below what would be possible with a more reasonable electoral policy. For example, Zyuganov managed to raise his figure from 13.5 percent to 22.9, although the number of competitors also increased. One block "For the USSR!" took away more than 4.5 percent of voters! Yabloko suffered losses, but less than one percent, and taking into account the parties that disappeared behind the barrier, it increased its faction. Together they have 46 deputies as single-mandate deputies. But "Russia"s Choice" disappeared after the splits, as did Shakhrai"s PRESS.

. CHAPTER No. 16

The Chinese army was completely destroyed by the IS-7 tank. And again there was a pause in the battle with the Celestial Empire. And Oleg Rybachenko, without thinking twice, sketched out a beautiful and interesting story;

These were the difficult days of late autumn. The heavens wept, abundantly watering the earth with lead drops. The world was grey, the golden leaves were falling off, the branches of the trees, their bare frames, swayed in the wind. The silver snow melted without having time to draw its intricate patterns on the windows or cover the brown-gray earth with a dazzling carpet.

The nine-year-old boy Slava Ivanov was sad; it seemed that the entire universe was shrouded in barbed wire. With his head bowed, he returned from his disliked school, where he was also beaten by his classmates. Bruises appear dimly on your face, your briefcase is torn, you don"t want to go home, where your parents" intrusive questions await you. And it"s even worse that tomorrow you"ll have to go to school again, plunging headlong into Dante"s Hell for youngsters. At that moment, when the lad, looking like a sheep being driven to the slaughter, was entering the entrance, a little man jumped out towards him like a jack-in-the-box. He resembled a boy, but at the same time he was not Pinocchio"s sharp nose, three perky eyes - red, yellow, green - constantly winked.

-Hello! Said the little man with the eyes of a traffic light. And he extended his hands, which seemed to be wooden to the touch.

Slava shook them hesitantly; he was already at that age when children understand that miracles don"t happen, and he looked pretty shocked at such a masquerade.

"He probably has cybernetic eyes," and he covered himself in a special combat suit made of cardboard.

-Well, why so gloomy! Let me introduce myself, I'm Kror from the planet Chrom. You see specifically, depressed, by the suffocating atmosphere of the planet. What's your name?

-Slava or Vyacheslav. The boy muttered unsurely.

-So here"s Slava. We - me and Vint - flew past your planet, the aborigines call it Earth, and we call it Erbana. Our hypertelepathic engine has stalled, losing almost all energy. This risks the fact that we could be stuck on your planet forever. Help us. -But I'm just a child and don't understand space engines.

The boy shrugged his thin shoulders uncertainly.

-And you don"t have to figure it out. Here comes Vint, he will explain everything to you.

A subject appeared in front of them, strongly resembling Samodelkin from the magazine "Funny Pictures". He had the same bolt instead of a nose, a cross-shaped mouth, and only three traffic light-shaped eyes in the shape of a flying saucer, giving him an unusual cosmic appearance. The fingers were shaped like bent wrenches with multiple joints. Although they felt like steel, Vint shook hands very gently.

-Our human friend is fragile in body.

There was regret in Vint's voice.

-And I like him so much, and he emanates sadness, he is so temperamental.

Kror patted him on the shoulder in a friendly manner. Vint continued in a slightly changed tone.

-Baby, you want to fly in a place with us, see other worlds.

Slava shuddered. It seemed to him that he was sleeping and dreaming. To see reality, the best way is to pinch yourself. Which is what he did. It didn"t hurt much, but Vint and Kror were still standing nearby, small, about his height, with wide, slightly impudent smiles.

-No, we are not made of wax and will melt in the sun.

Vint laughed.

-Now let's take off.

The trio came out of the entrance, there was slush in the yard, their shoes were squelching in the puddles.

-I'm tired of your primitive way of transportation. Kror said and took out a device similar to a Rubik's cube from his pocket.

A sharp whistle cut the silence. Five of Slava"s classmates came straight to meet them. It was those same dashing losers who beat him. And now sadistic grins appeared on their faces.

-That Snow White (Slava had blond hair) and you are two mummers. The most suitable company.

They came close, the largest of them, a fat man named "Baran", tried to hit Kror with a click. He grabbed his fingers sharply and squeezed.

-Hey, you're "Pinocchio." The ram was literally choking with anger. - Well, let go, otherwise you"ll get punched.

The ram's friend tried to hit him in the face, but Kror shifted and sharply kicked him in the stomach. The hooligan boy fell, gasping for air with his mouth wide open.

-The account is open. "Pinocchio" grinned.

Then he made a movement with his fingers: the Ram twitched and lost consciousness from pain.

- From his bleat, let him say thank you that we didn"t spray him into photons throughout the galaxy.

The other three boys froze, staring at a motionless point, and then rushed in different directions.

-That"s how they scattered like skittles. Didn't I tell you, Slava, that human children are cowardly?

The boy hesitated.

-I don't know.

- So know. In the meantime, we'll take a little walk.

The screw turned the lever, and they seemed to fall underground. There was almost cosmic darkness all around.

Slava twitched and hit the shield, it was as if he had been electrocuted, the shock was so strong. The whole room shook and was filled with red, the comical faces of the new friends danced in crimson tones.

-You've lost your mind. Kror said with gusto. But you don"t need to do this, you just had to freeze. What are we going to do now?

-Nothing. Vint gurgled. Let's recharge, and then we'll see.

Vint put a helmet on Slava"s head.

-Come on, our quasar battery, think.

-What to think about.

-About anything bad and offensive. Remember what upset you most.

And what will this help you? Slava"s eyes widened in surprise.

Kror put his foot down, his "traffic light" lit up with excitement.

-Of course, our hypertelepathic generator feeds on negative emotions. He transforms them into a force capable of shifting stars from their orbits. After all, this is precisely why you turned out to be attractive - you have a lot of negative emotions.

From all this, Slava realized that an unprecedented energy was hidden in him, and for some reason the worst in him was capable of such things that small boyish fights faded like a candle in the sun"s rays.

-And I turn out to be strong.

The boy clenched his fists.

"You have a powerful biofield," Vint answered. Our little spaceship will accelerate to supercosmic speeds.

The cabin of the starship immediately became light. Slava saw devices as neat as in a slot machine hall. Catching his gaze, Kror turned on the holographic device. The starry sky flashed like a searchlight.

-This is your galaxy, you see, baby, it"s twisted in a spiral.

The boy peered in surprise into a hitherto unknown space, unexplored by any people. It was joyful and slightly scary for him to peer into this miracle of extragalactic technology.

-This red dot is the place where the boat is currently located.

-I understand, but at the moment on Earth.

Slava asked.

-No, we are on the moon. And if you want, you can admire the lunar landscape.

Vint turned on the cyber scanner, the walls of the ship became transparent and a strange lunar landscape illuminated the entire surface of the cabin.

-What little man do you want to run through space craters?

Vint suggested in a perky tone.

Slava hesitated.

-But there is no air there.

-But there is sand there. Run out, don"t be afraid, as long as you"re wearing a cyber helmet, the vacuum isn"t scary.

The boy immediately believed his strange friend. As soon as he jumped onto the surface of the moon, an incomprehensible lightness enveloped his body. It seemed that he was not jumping in airless space, but floating on water. One sharp jump up and you land smoothly on the ground. Slava felt that he had experienced a similar feeling somewhere. But where - on a carousel, a swing? No, it"s more like jumping in a dream. The same feeling of slowly falling, you are like a leaf floating in the air. And how high can he jump? It just boggles the mind.

-Superman! The boy screams and pushes off with all his might.

-When you land on an asteroid, be careful and you might fly away.

-Then let's play catch-up. Slava suggested.

-What is this idea? Vint winked with his traffic light eyes.

-Then come on, whoever touches who gets caught.

The game began and, although Vint and Kror were much faster than the boys, he gave in very skillfully, as a result of which the game turned out to be fun. And when Kror suggested that Slava switch something on the helmet, he felt a powerful force flowing into the loins of his body.

-Wow! For the first time I feel a complete transformation in myself.

The boy immediately jumped thirty meters high, then bounced quite sharply to the surface, leaving deep marks.

-Hey, try to catch up with me.

However, Vint, not embarrassed by the sharp jump, caught up with the boy, lightly hitting him in the chest with his fingers.

-You are still a child compared to us. No matter how hard you try, we will catch up with you.

After that, Slava no longer wanted to play, he folded his hands together and leaned his head.

- It turns out that you gave in to me - two-spirited, lying lads.

- Why are we lying, because this is a game, and in the game they fight, and everyone has the right to their own tactics. And our strategy is to help all weak creatures living in the universe.

-I think we've had enough of the Moon. Vint continued his thought. We can do anything, boy, do you want to see other worlds and universes?

-Of course I want! "Slavik"s" face lit up with joy again. Even the bruises seemed like an adornment to the pinkish face.

-Then get on the ship and go.

Slavik sat down in the senior pilot's seat, admiring the grandiose picture of the heavenly landscape. On earth it is not possible to see so many bright stars at once; the thick earth"s atmosphere makes it difficult to observe the colossal grandeur of the starry sky.

And here in the vacuum you can see everything down to the smallest stellar pebble. Slava admired the sky, he felt good and pleased, because he was observing something that only a few dozen, or at most hundreds of people could see.

-Now the spaceship will go into hyperdrift and you will be able to observe something that no one has seen before.

Slava extended his fingers to the panel.

Vint rolled his eyes. Then he gently but firmly slapped his hands.

-Don't go near the devices. You could turn the wrong hook and half the universe would fall into a black hole.

Slavik opened his eyes wide.

-Whistle.

-No, we flew from another universe incomparably more developed than this one. And we have a colossal reserve of energy hidden in us, compared to which billions of stars are dust. Look how we pick up speed.

At first, the celestial bodies became denser, there seemed to be more of them ahead, and the spectrum shifted to the blue side. Behind, on the contrary, the stars became rarer and dimmed, acquiring a red tint.

-We continue to increase the speed. Kror wheezed.

The stars quickly flashed overboard, their spectrum shifted, turning into a solid violet glow. Slava looked back. There was absolute emptiness there. The stars on the sides were rare and dim. Looking at the boy"s gaping mouth in surprise, Vint didn"t even explain.

-These are superluminal speeds. Photons of the stars that are behind us lag behind the ship, which means we simply do not see them. Moreover, we are catching up with the photons that have flown ahead, which means that you see all the stars at the same time, both the rear ones and the front ones, and some of them flying from the side. Here they are huddled in front of you on the monitor. If we add a little more speed, they will become invisible to you, moving into the ultraviolet part of the spectrum. Look.

The screw turned the steering wheel, and the violet glow immediately dimmed, then disappeared completely.

- Well, let's get away from the screw. Now you can't see anything.

The black space suddenly became gloomy and gloomy. Kror winked slyly.

-Now we will add more speed. The spaceship flashed with sparks, and the screen flared up again.

-We turned on the gamma radiation converter into ordinary light. Now you see the starry sky again.

The stars really floated overboard in a crazy mode. They have already passed the part of the galaxy adjacent to the earth and moved to its center. Here they slowed down a bit. To admire the strange inflorescence. It hurt my eyes how densely the countless clusters of stars twinkled. More than one person on earth has ever seen such an amazing inflorescence. Rubies, diamonds, sapphires, topazes, emeralds, agates and other stones seemed to flicker dispersed in space. Their dazzling light gave way, shining through all the insides. Slava closed his eyes. Vint laughed, he was twisted from tension

-That man has never seen anything like this. This is the center of the galaxy. Be careful not to go blind.

The "Merry Men" laughed with silent laughter.

-How fast were we flying?

The smallest is a thousand parsecs per second. One parsec is almost three light years. That is, in one second we travel the path that light travels for almost three thousand Earth years.

Slava never ceased to be surprised - Wow, what a speed.

Vint winked slyly.

-The speed is still not high enough to fly from universe to universe, but we can increase the speed many times over. Do you want to race around the worlds?

-I already said what I want!

-Then hold on tight, the new acceleration will be steeper than the previous one.

The stars dimmed for a moment, and then rushed away in a frenzied cavalcade. The movement of the mini-starship became faster and faster. Entire galaxies flashed past. The light blurred and shimmered, and the crazy running of the starship grew and grew.

-We are already moving at a speed of a million parsecs per second. This is still not a big overclock. It will take a day to fly to the edge of your tiny universe. But we Vint pressed his finger to his lips - we can accelerate even more if we turn on the hyperultraplasma accelerators.

Slava was slightly pressed into a chair, and he was forced to cover his face with his hands so as not to be blinded by the abundance of star rays. Even my fingers were visible through.

-Our speed is ten million parsecs per second. We continue to accelerate.

The fiery glow became hot, the light burned through the insides. Seeing this, Kror turned on the light filter.

-I told you that earthlings are weak. It is necessary to give even more acceleration and strengthen the force field, making it impenetrable to rays.

-Our speed is one hundred million parsecs. Screw squeaked. "Soon we will approach subtelepathic speed."

-But this is unlikely, the speed of thought is infinite and the hypertelepathic motor can accelerate indefinitely. Besides, you don"t know how nutritious negative emotions are. We have already covered half the universe, and have not yet spent a hundredth of a percent.

Kror answered.

-Yes, this boy is a real treasure. By the way, Slavka, our speed has reached a billion parsecs per second.

Suddenly the play of light overboard was interrupted, it became dark, and only the light inside the miniature spaceship illuminated the black vacuum.

-Where are we? Slava asked in a naive voice.

-And nowhere in interuniversal space. The cyberscanners have not yet died, but there is almost no matter around, there is only vacuum, hyperspace and many fields.

-We are in the void. The boy felt afraid.

-You could say that. But don"t be afraid, soon we will find ourselves in another universe, much larger than your world. There we will have room for creative activity.

-There are a lot of universes and they are located not only in three-dimensional, but also in multidimensional space. There are millions of dimensions, they are constantly changing, transforming. In order not to shock you with the variety of forms, we will go to the ordinary three-dimensional universe. The main thing that distinguishes it from your sphere is that witchcraft and magic are highly developed in it. These are all the machinations of telepathy, the possibility of influencing the material environment through verbal influence. You will find yourself in a fabulous super kingdom, a world of fantasies and dreams.

-What am I going to do there? After all, witchcraft for me is a secret sealed with seven seals.

-This is still a secret, but once you get to another world you will quickly learn magic. Harry Potter himself won't even hold a candle to you. However, if you are not satisfied with this universe, then we will find another one for you. Maybe you like hyperplasmic technologies - we will teach them to you, but for now the three of us need to complete a special task and for this we need a boy like you.

-What for?

-Because you are human.

-Our speed has reached ten billion parsecs per second. And this means that soon the stars will begin to flicker above us. Vint released a piece of smoke from behind his mouth.

Indeed, as if in a fairy tale, a wonderful range of light lit up in front of them. The speed of the starship dropped, and they fell into a fairy-tale world. The stars of this universe were special, not round, but square, triangular, in the shape of cones and prisms. Each star was special and unique, differing either in shape or in an elusive shade of light.

Slava froze with his mouth open; what he saw exceeded his wildest assumptions.

The stars slowly floated overboard, they seemed like fiery islands on a black velvet sea.

Finally, a rather small planet appeared before their eyes, with a diameter of about ten suns in the shape of a cylinder. Right in the center of this cylinder was a gigantic Gothic castle. Its thousand-kilometer walls were easily visible from orbit.

-Here in this castle live a king and queen, who really want to have heirs to the throne. But a terrible spell hangs over them. Only an innocent child from another universe can break this spell. Said Kror.

And now we must, as people say, land on the surface of the planet.

The landing was successful, having made a turn, they flew past giant statues of mighty eagles.

- Everyone, Slava, get out. Vint offered his hand and helped him jump out of the small ship.

-Bow to the planet.

Slava made a slight bow. The strength was about the same as on earth, although the gigantic palace was shocking. Then a kilometer-long crystal gate opened in front of them. The three friends entered a corridor richly furnished with gold and precious statues. There were also dolphins with four tails, and extragalactic soldiers with megaplasma weapons. Beautiful bouquets of fresh flowers carved from rubies, they continued to sway and stretch their heads. Outlandish fish swam around the hall, shimmering with sparkling scales.

-It"s strange how they can float in the air? The boy asked.

-Antigravity! Kror answered. - You won"t see anything like this yet.

There was a lot of other stuff, all sorts of different things, that would captivate the eye and amaze the imagination of a nine-year-old boy, but describing such splendor would take a very long time.

It was too long to walk along the hundred-kilometer corridor, so Vint pressed the button and they teleported straight to the throne room. The main location of the star kings was amazing. In the middle of the hall there was a throne, as impressive as a mountain, in the shape of a spiral aqueduct, on which small but brightly furnished ships floated. From time to time they erupted like fireworks, a bright cascade of sparks that flooded the surrounding space in the twilight reigning all around. Then grandiose music began to play, and the glow of the volcano flared up. Fiery red lava cut through the atmosphere, and a royal couple emerged from the dazzling cloud. They seemed young and richly at the same time dressed with taste. On the king's chest was a chain with emeralds along with an image of a blue poodle. And the chain that adorned the queen"s neck, on the contrary, was made of sapphire. He tilted his face towards the boy, the dog yelped quietly and shook its tail. The king smiled, his teeth glowing like light bulbs.

-Greetings to my guest named Slava. As my talisman says, you are a very good boy and capable of fulfilling your destiny.

The royal personage arranged the phrases somewhat inappropriately, but the meaning was clear even without translation. Although it"s strange how a resident of another universe could know Russian.

-This is telepathy. Kror whispered.

- We have great grief, baby. The only daughter is held captive by the intergalactic tyrant Eletromendos. And we need a knight who can free her. The great prophecy says that he will appear from a small universe with round stars. My two old friends Vint and Kror brought you to the palace, now you have to pass a serious test and defeat the hypertyrant.

Slava smiled, it seemed to him that wings were growing behind his back and he was quite capable of dealing with the monster terrorizing the entire boundless universe.

-I am ready to fight the enemies and free your daughter.

-Then Vint and Kron will take you on the road, but first you must pass a small test. A kind of text on professional suitability.

-With joy.

Vint and Kror grabbed the boy by the arms, and they found themselves back on the mini-starship.

-Tex there is a text, and now we will fly to a planet that is located almost next to a large star.

The miniature ship turned around, and they found themselves in front of a blue planet with foaming clouds.

Screw took out the device.

-Goodbye Snow White.

A snap of the fingers and Slava ended up wherever you thought. In front of him stood a gray, boring school building. There is a heavy briefcase behind him, which means he has to go to a boring and angry class. And I really don"t want this. My legs became weak and trembled. Is it really possible that what happened to him was just a dream or a hallucination? The boy rubbed his eyes and clumsily tried to pinch himself. Hurt. So this is reality, he really is forced to go to school. And the sky was crying, it was damp and cold, a chilly wind was blowing. A bell sounded in the distance. The legs involuntarily began to run. We need to be in time for the start of classes.

The boy, slightly out of breath, ran into the classroom. The gloomy teacher Rudolf Frankenstein greeted him with an animal roar.

You idiot is late again. It"s a pity that these days are not the old days and you can"t be flogged. Stay after school and clean the classroom.

Poisonous giggles from the back desks. The ram whispers, shows his fist and middle finger.

-We'll beat you at recess. Let's turn it into a Snow White chop.

And a rough laugh. The teacher pretends not to hear.

The lesson seems long and boring, and to top it all off, "Baran" and his company start spitting chewed paper from tubes.

Fear involuntarily creeps into the soul, aches in the pit of the stomach, and chills the body. With a shudder you wait for a change when the vile five cling to you. Finally, the bell rings, and his legs involuntarily break into a run - the boy is in a hurry to get away from his sinister peers. He runs, trying to hide in the darkest corner of the school, where these vampires cannot find him. Slava climbed under the canopy and found himself on the street. He took a deep breath, as shadows appeared from different directions, and children-monsters were right there.

-Well, the fool ran away. You were "Snow White" and this tea will be "wet".

The ram grinned sadistically.

-Stand on the bridges and we"ll stand on you, otherwise you"ll end up dead.

-No, boys, no need. Slava mumbled languidly.

-We need a goat. And no matter what you slow down, get it.

The ram was almost a head taller than Slava and was one and a half times heavier, delivering a strong blow to the face. The child twitched and his eye almost immediately swollen shut. Then came a poke in the nose, and the nose began to flow. The Ram's partner rushed into battle, hitting him in the ribs, but the burly leader slightly held him back.

-Wait, let him kneel down. Well, "Snow White" will stand on the mosly.

Blood was dripping from Slava"s nose, her eyes were watering, but in her soul, in addition to fear, a different sense of pride and self-esteem began to awaken.

-No, I won't kneel.

"Baran" pretended to be surprised.

-This is how this schmuck objects to me. Then get some for a snack.

And he hit his ear with all his might. Slava"s head trembled, his ear turned purple.

-No, I still won"t. There was persistence in the voice, overpowering fear.

-Then you're dead. We will kill you.

The leader swung again and hit him in the cheekbone with all his might. Slava stepped back slightly and the blow came out blurry.

-Hold Snow White. "Baran" made a threatening gesture.

The bully attacked Slava, spread his arms and pressed him to the wall. Then the young chieftain took out matches and lit a cigarette.

-Now I will do cauterization for you. You'll get down on your knees or experience a crazy high.

Slava felt unbearably scared, he was about to give up and kneel down when he remembered Kror"s cheerful face and Vint"s mocking gaze. Particularly unbearable was the memory of the uniquely stern and kind face of the king from another vast universe. To kneel means to betray them. And what kind of hero is he then, ready to challenge the tyrant Eletromendos, if the most ordinary hooligans make him tremble to death?

When the cigarette touched his forehead, Slava screamed and sharply pulled out his right hand.

A tightly clenched fist fell on the Ram's jaw with desperate fury.

He bulged his eyes in amazement, was dumbfounded and fell noisily on his back. Here Slava felt unusual rage and strength within himself. He was punching and kicking like a professional kickboxer. Half a minute passed and the whole five lay unconscious. Slava stood with his head raised high and his hands raised in the air.

-Victory! Could it be that I managed to do this!

The bell rang for class, only this time it did not cause the usual shudder, but seemed like a nightingale's trill. The boy flew into the classroom as if on wings. Here he failed for no reason. Slava didn"t even stop to say a word when he found himself in outer space. He was not afraid - now the devil himself is not afraid of him and he opened his eyes wide. The stars seemed sweet and familiar, it wasn"t scary at all, on the contrary, in weightlessness there was a strange lightness felt. The child turned his head slightly. Vint and Kror hovered next to him.

-That Snow White was scared. Sorry, but we couldn"t do it any other way: you had to overcome the fear in your soul.

-So it wasn't a real test.

-And no! It was all real, we have the power to transport you to Earth and even slightly shift the timeline. How? This is the secret of beings who have a million dimensions. Now you have passed the test and we can move on to other more serious matters.

-Which ones?

The screw creaked with a metallic voice.

-For example, free the only heir of King Ezaram. Defeating Eletromendos will not be easy; quintillions of worlds groan under his heel. But you won your first victory over your own fear.

-Fear is little death - by defeating it, we approach immortality.

- Kror finished his thought. The familiar outlines of a cylinder planet appeared ahead.

. EPILOGUE

After a series of stunning blows and defeats, the Celestial Empire agreed to peace and promised not to attack the possessions of Tsarist Russia anymore.

The Great Six reasoned that it was too early to conquer China and they could agree to favorable terms. In fact, Russia itself lost part of Mongolia, the southern Usuri region, Primorye, and even Korea. These were profitable agreements - allowing the Tsarist Russia of Alexei Mikhailovich to gain a foothold in Siberia and on the shores of the Pacific Ocean. And feel relatively safe.

And with this, the glorious war practically ended, and other things awaited the six heroes!

IMMORTAL SPACE QUEEN

The Queen really wanted to look younger. And so she sent an entire expedition to search for the mirror of immortality. Looking at it you can turn into a young girl.

Ultimately, the search was successful, but... The genie in the mirror told the elderly queen:

- I will give you back your youth, but you will become a slave!

The Queen replied with a gap-toothed smile:

- If youth is eternal, then I agree to slavery!

The genie cast a spell. The queen turned into a girl who, almost naked in only a loincloth, was hoeing a field. And she worked hard and worked hard.

Only the young body hardly hurt and wasn"t too tired. But it was very humiliating and boring. It happened on some planet with two suns. And the structure is like the late Middle Ages.

Moreover, frozen in formations. The queen worked for days and became stupid. She became almost like an animal, only in her dreams freedom came to her. And she works in shackles all the time. This is very difficult for the former queen. And the touch of the overseer's whip on the naked body is like a hot iron.

Finally, there was a change in her life. Only for the worse. The owner died, and his heir was completely ruined. And the girl was sold to a quarry.

Now I had to carry heavy baskets, work naked in chains, get whipped, and sleep on rocks.

The Queen was now suffering much more. The genie, of course, had prepared a trap for her. Yes, she is immortal and has not aged, but she is in torment, as if in hell.

Although the strong body is accustomed to the stress. And the queen decided to run away.

She began using her long hair to file away the chain with which she was chained by her bare foot and strong neck at night. You file the hardened iron slowly with your hair, but the queen has plenty of time - she is immortal. Another thing is that after hard work in the quarries you need to sleep, and you cut a little every day.

But you"re still sawing.

The Queen sawed herself and then fell asleep. Then on the next ones I sawed again.

Until, finally, I broke the links... However, she was unable to escape. The guards raised the alarm.

The queen was caught and beaten without mercy with a whip. Then they burned the heels with hot irons. Next they burned out the mark of a runaway slave. And again they were sent to the mines.

Slaves die often enough, but she"s been working hard for years now. So let them work in shackles.

And every night they checked her chain.

The queen slept in fetters, and was constantly lashed with a whip.

They put heavy chains on her and beat her with a whip as soon as she worked a little slower.

The Queen had already sniffed the stench and was not sick. The infection did not take her, and the meager and monotonous diet did not cause stomach pain. The eternal girl suffered, but did not die. And the years went on and on. The mines were gradually worked out and depleted.

Now she is being transferred to another job again. They cleaned it of dirt and put it up for sale.

Here the queen finally got lucky. The buyer turned out to be one of the suppliers of gladiators to the arena.

The queen was very dry and wiry, having spent more than a hundred years working hard in the mines. She is very strong and resilient, holding a heavy stone above her head.

Of course, her strength attracted the supplier. He looked at her teeth: not a single hole and so large and strong. I felt the steel, cast muscles - like stone!

And of course I bought it, such a capable specimen!

After which a different life began for the queen. Also harsh with training, fights, bullying, spankings, but much more fun.

The Queen had been in a young body for more than two hundred years, and was distinguished by great strength and endurance, thanks to forced training in constant hard work.

This gave her a certain head start over other girls. Moreover, all the scars and cuts on her muscular body healed very quickly and without a trace.

The queen was also quick, had good immortal reactions, and studied very diligently. Not everything worked out for her right away, but she has a very resilient body.

So at first she won due to her strength, endurance, and vitality. And then her skill began to grow.

At first she did not have the strongest rivals, but gradually with experience her level rose.

And so the queen began to defeat famous women. And even fight with men and animals!

According to the custom of the empire, after one hundred victories in gladiator matches, one can gain freedom.

The tenacious queen, although she received wounds and scratches from fangs, was ultimately able to win the hundredth battle.

After which she received freedom from the hands of Caesar. And she could already earn money in battles herself, or teach girls fencing.

And soon the queen, beautiful and already rich and still young in body, married a noble patrician.

And old and ugly. But he is not immortal and soon died.

The Queen, now an eternally youthful widow, had a dozen handsome young men as lovers.

And considerable wealth.

So it seems that she has found happiness... Except that the fruits of progress were not enough - well, somehow science is not developing in this empire. And on the planet in general. And the cannons and muskets are the most primitive. Everything literally froze.

And now the empire fell into decay, a new raid of barbarians... The Queen was again in captivity and slavery. But since she was a young beauty, she became a concubine to the local khan.

And until he died and handed her over to his heir. And he also died some time later.

And the queen was put up for auction. They stripped him naked and sold him to a noble sheikh. And she was with him until the sheikh died. And again the girl was put up for auction. And this time, she ended up in the palace of the Sultan. Being immortal, she was able to entice the monarch and become the first wife.

But bad luck, the immortal girl could not give birth to children. And when the Sultan died, his heir ordered the queen to be chained again and sent to the mines.

And again the queen is in hell. In shackles, during hard work, she carried stones in a basket, chopped rock with a crowbar. Also meager, monotonous food, whips, stench, chained. And she is raped every night by the guards. Although the queen even liked it, her young body easily reached orgasm.

And so the eternal girl spent year after year, decade after decade.

Until, finally, this mine was depleted, and two hundred years passed. No one remembered who this queen was. And it was put up for auction again. As usual, naked and muscular. Of course, after washing it first.

And again they bought her for the army, because she was very physically strong. She was also dexterous and knew how to fight with swords.

And the queen"s military career began. She took part in many battles, was tenacious, strong, resilient, and ran barefoot all the time. And her career gradually went uphill.

Now she is already the commander of a women"s regiment and has considerable wealth. And again he finds himself a profitable match, and receives a huge estate in his possession.

Such is the zigzag of immortal life: now up, now down!

The queen, of course, became a widow and then married the young prince. The boy lost his head over an experienced, but outwardly young woman. And so they got married. And then the young man became a king. And his wife gained enormous influence.

The kingdom waged wars and expanded. It became stronger and stronger. And yesterday"s youth first matured and then grew old. Outwardly, the young queen extracted a will from the dying king that she would become empress. And he signed it.

After his death, the former queen became empress. And fought wars. Being forever young, she eventually conquered the whole world!

And it seemed that she had found absolute happiness... But then three hundred years passed, and aliens landed. And they took over the planet.

And the empress again found herself in the quarries. And already with a collar, naked, barefoot, but without chains. I worked for a certain time, and then watched TV before going to bed.

This is also life... She served more than a hundred years in prison, was then released on parole, and lived on an occupied planet in a space empire.

She enjoyed all the benefits of a highly developed civilization and... This time she joined the space army.

Started making a career in Star Wars. She's immortal! Not afraid of anything!

This is how she advanced in her career until she became a marshal. Then she took possession of the whole planet.

Some were governors. After which she returned to the army again. She fought and commanded. Became a Hyper-Supermarshal.

And then they carried out a military coup and seized the throne of the emperor of the space empire - leading the galaxy.

After which she began to conquer other worlds. She commanded, attacked, won, sometimes lost, but took revenge...

Everything was fine until she encountered an empire of a mosquito-claw hybrid.

They multiplied too quickly and overwhelmed the humanoid civilization in numbers.

So the battles went on, battle after battle... Until finally, the people lost. And the former queen did not become a slave again, in the mines.

Again you work in chains and sleep chained on boulders. And under the complete control of robots.

Only in a dream did the eternal girl see herself free and great. And the rest of the time she worked hard, worked, and bare, roughened her feet against sharp stones.

But the queen did not lose hope. She is immortal and is sure to change something over the course of eternity! Slavery will not last forever!

The former queen even sang, despite the fact that a scourge fell on her bare, muscular back:

The daughter of the Earth will answer, no,

I will never remain a slave...

I believe there will be a dawn of freedom -

The wind will refresh a fresh wound,

Sacred warfare for the Fatherland,

For the Great God calls...

Rise early, valiant knight,

The darkness will go away and the roses of May will bloom!

DON'T PUT UP WITH THE ONISH

In November 1941, Hitler unexpectedly offered peace to Stalin. A solution that seems unlikely to anyone familiar with the actual situation.

The Germans, it seems, are about to take Moscow. And why offer peace in this situation?

But Hitler, as you know, had a very developed intuition. And he felt that Moscow would not be taken. And if so, then it"s time, when Stalin is intimidated, to offer peace. Naturally, not all military men agreed with this, but Hitler had power and authority.

Moreover, the peace conditions promised to be beneficial for the Germans. In fact, Ukraine passes over to Germany and with it black soils and agriculture, as well as Belarus, the Baltic states, and the Smolensk region.

Stalin, in general, agreed to give up everything that the Germans had already captured.

Sevastopol fell to the Germans. In response, the Krauts left the Moscow region. Leningrad remained behind the USSR and a corridor was drawn out for it. The Germans agreed to leave the Leningrad region in exchange for the Voroshilovograd region and Donetsk region, which the Germans had not yet occupied entirely.

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 Rzhev, Kalinin regions. In exchange for part of the Donbass, part of the Don with its rich black soils and Sevastopol. The Finns got Petrozavodsk and what they managed to capture. We parted ways 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 Moscow, agreed to such conditions. At the very peak of the Wehrmacht's successes.

Well, Hitler, who had a supernatural instinct, realized that this was the best option.

The war with the USSR is over. The Nazis first began to transfer troops to Africa. Moreover, the British began an attack on Rommel. Well, what then? And the Fritz took and landed troops on Malta. Of course, first bombing the British there.

Next, of course, is the assault on Gibraltar. Hitler personally met with Franco.

Like, you saw how strong Germany is. Defeated the USSR. She captured four million Russians and many thousands of tanks. For us, Spain is like a stroke on a map. We will occupy if you don"t let the troops through. And if you miss it, 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 quite 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 launched an offensive in Egypt. Captured Alexandria.

Then he went out and crossed the Suez Canal. Building on their success, the Germans captured Iraq, Kuwait, and the entire Middle East.

The Wehrmacht did not lose too many soldiers and officers in the east. And his troops were more numerous and more seasoned and better trained than the British and especially the colonial forces.

The British could contain this and, undoubtedly, lost. Without the USSR, the Fritz managed to fight Britain successfully.

In general, Britain was doomed to lose its colonies. Its ground army was too weak and of little combat effectiveness to hold the colonies against the more numerous and disciplined troops of the Wehrmacht.

But the focus on the fleet did not work. After the fall of Gibraltar and Malta, it became impossible to hold Africa. So Rommel blocked the Suez Canal. And even by land, the Germans beat the British with one goal. After the war with the USSR, the Wehrmacht became even stronger and more confident in its abilities, and gained extensive 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 hampered more by distances, lack of roads, stretched communications, and supply problems than by British troops.

The US is gathering dust to avoid war. They even lifted all sanctions against Japan.

But still the samurai attacked Peru Harbor. It was necessary to protect ourselves and seize British possessions in Asia. And the Japanese did it.

In short, in the forty-second year and the first half of the forty-third, the Germans and the Japanese captured Africa, Australia, and all of Asia. And in September 1943 the landing in Britain followed. After, of course, massive bombings. 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 labor. They literally bombed all the cities and factories of England. And then, of course, the landing of troops and the use of Panthers, Tigers, Lions and even Mouses. Well, of course, also amphibious tanks and underwater vehicles.

"Mouse" was completed before the start of the operation, and he even fought. But "Mouses" are too heavy.

Gerda's crew on the Panther distinguished itself in battle. After the capture of Britain, the Germans still fought with the United States for some time. Knocked the Americans out of Iceland. But due to the extended communications, capturing America turned out to be a difficult task. Still, the Atlantic Ocean is no joke. Unless they bombed a friend and fought at sea.

German submarines developed, including using 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 eventually took over and made peace.

Afterwards the Germans turned to the USSR.

In 1945, the E-50 and E-75 went into production. Hitler banned the production of tanks lighter than fifty tons, except for a small series of reconnaissance vehicles.

The Panther weighed forty-four and a half tons. "Panther" 2 is already fifty-two tons. The E-50 has already pulled almost sixty-five tons. The last tank had very decent frontal armor of 150 millimeters on the hull at an angle of 45 degrees, and 185 millimeters on the front of the turret, also at an angle. An 88 mm gun with a barrel length of 100 EL. And 82 mm of armor on the sides, also at slopes. In combination with the engine, which accelerated to 1200 horsepower when boosted, it is a very powerful medium tank.

Plus twelve rounds per minute.

An even heavier E-75 weighing more than ninety tons. This tank turned out to be not entirely successful. The 128mm gun had a slower rate of fire, had a lower muzzle velocity, and had no advantages at close range compared to the 88mm E-50.

The frontal armor of the hull is little better than 160 millimeters at an angle of 45 degrees. However, no more is needed. Holds all American guns, and Soviet ones too. The turret's protection is excellent: 252 millimeters at the front, 160 millimeters at the sides and rear. 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. Overall, of course, the tank is unfinished and quite 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 also E-100. But this car is even heavier and has worse driving characteristics than the E-75.

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, precisely on April 20, the Fuhrer"s birthday, the Germans moved towards 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. But the T-54 was not ready yet.

The Germans produced the E-50 and E-75 in large quantities.

After the loss of a significant part of the country, Stalin banned the development of vehicles heavier than forty-seven tons.

In addition to a large number of T-34-85, and somewhat smaller IS-2 and IS-3, the SU-100, which was a relatively simple and effective self-propelled gun, was mass produced.

It should be noted that the most massive tank, the T-34-85, could only penetrate the German E-50 series on the side, and the E-75, even from the side, was too tough, and only the SU-100 could do it, and even then close.

So the forces are clearly unequal. The German tanks themselves penetrated the Soviet tanks from great distances. And only the IS-3 had more or less satisfactory protection for the forehead, and then the upper part.

Here are the Germans pushing through the territory of the USSR.

Gerda, Charlotte, Christina and Magda in E-50. They whistle songs to themselves and roar.

We will crush everyone's ram's horn,

God Almighty will be for us!

And how they will take it and fire at the enemy.

The thirty-four had its turret blown off. Yes, the combat crew, you can"t say anything.

Charlotte remarked with displeasure:

- Still, our armor is not very good. The enemy can even hook the side!

Christina noted:

- But the gun is accurate and lethal! So one compensates for the other!

Gerda hissed:

- We'll tear everyone apart!

Meanwhile, Natasha on the SU-100 with her crew is fighting against the Fritz.

Oleg Rybachenko turned out to be 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 a German vehicle in the forehead and ricocheted. The girl stamped her bare foot angrily. And she checked:

- And now you are a boy! You seem to be sharp, right?

Oleg nodded. He is an immortal boy, which means he can do a lot. Here is a German E-75 moving ahead. How to break through it?

The boy genius figured it out and whispered to the projectile:

- We are metal, of the same blood - you and me!

And with the help of his bare, childish feet he turned the sight and fired.

Just as a German tank is not strong with frontal armor, but if you hit it exactly end-to-end or a combination of force lines, the tank gives in. And then the metal burst and the combat kit began to detonate.

Oleg Rybachenko squeaked:

- This is the highest class!

Natasha tickled the boy"s bare heel and nodded:

- Shoot!

Oleg Rybachenko fired again from the SU-100. They fired from a long distance, and then the 100 mm Soviet cannon did not take the latest German tanks: E-50 and E-75. But the boy is phenomenal. And he manages to hit the enemy.

Terminator boy shoots again. And it breaks through E-50. This tank is fast and must be hit. But the Germans are always pushing harder and harder.

Zoya is shooting. And very accurately.

Hit the enemy in the tower. Then Oleg Rybachenko fires again. A hundred millimeter gun works wonders.

The boy genius roars:

- I'll tear you apart! I'll tear you apart! It won't be to your liking!

And again, like a boy, he"ll take it and hit it very accurately. And it will really tear the enemy apart.

Then it will display:

- I am a supersonic fighter!

And again he will shoot with the help of his bare foot.

The boy looks only twelve, but he is very fast and phenomenal.

Here she shot with the help of her bare toes and Augustine.

And the girl crashed the E-50.

The Germans are suffering 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 make it through.

A German car is on fire and 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 boy shoots and destroys the enemy.

Let's face it, he's a fighting boy. And he'll hit you with a shell. And the "Tiger"-2 tank, outdated but powerful, became a victim. The German Panther 2 is also suffering from defeat. But she almost conquered America itself.

And now the USSR is pressing.

Oleg Rybachenko shoots and hits accurately.

And so they began to shoot in turns and sing...

Natasha kicked her bare foot and roared:

- This is from the taiga...

Zoya also tapped her bare toes and squeaked:

- To the British seas...

Augustine also hit the shell and said:

- Red Army!

Svetlana fired missiles with her bare toes and said:

- Strongest of all!

Oleg Rybachenko fucked up and said:

- And let Red...

Natasha fired and squeaked:

- Squeezes powerfully!

Zoya also slapped and barked:

- Your bayonet with a calloused hand!

Augustine kicked and roared:

- And we have to...

Svetlana fired a lethal charge and blurted out:

- Unstoppable!

Oleg Rybachenko fired again, laughing:

- Go to the last one...

Natasha sent a shell and roared:

- Mortal combat!

And the girls dispersed, the cannon fired 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 and more infantry. And the Japanese are also coming from the east.

Can't resist such power.

Gerda and her crew fight on the E-50. The Germans are already storming Voronezh. The fighting is fierce.

On the one hand, the German tank is very good as a fighter of its own kind. But the protection on board is rather weak. And this is its disadvantage, so girls should be vigilant.

There are still a lot of T-34-85s being produced. This vehicle is still in mass production, and the German 88-mm cannon in the 100EL reaps a bountiful harvest from a long distance.

The SU-100 is also increasingly being produced, which, being a self-propelled gun, is easier to produce than a tank, but is a stronger weapon.

Now, pressing the joystick button with her bare toes, Gerda broke through the Soviet drying. At close range, such a car can be very dangerous.

The blonde terminator took it and sang:

- My nerves are not made of steel,

You really got me!

And then Charlotte fired a cannon and crushed the thirty-four.

And a gun that fires twelve shots per minute reaches a long distance.

Next, Christina fires. And he will also do this very accurately and accurately. She smashed a Red Army tank and squeaked:

- Raging fire! Hooray for Stalin!

Then Magda hit too. She did this very accurately using her bare toes.

And she sang:

- For the glory of the eternal Fatherland!

After which the girl bursts out laughing...

The German machine works flawlessly.

Its victim was the IS-2, a rather powerful and dangerous tank, but poorly protected by the front of the turret.

Only the IS-3 has relatively good frontal protection, but this tank is still being produced in small series. Its tower shape is too complex. Although the IS-3, as combat practice has shown, at least has a chance to approach 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 only have the E-25 light self-propelled gun in their series, but its production has almost been frozen. Although the machine is not bad.

Only two crew members and one and a half meters in height. Small with a 75mm cannon from the Panther. Hunter of Soviet cars.

But the Fuhrer prefers power. Even the E-50 is gradually inferior to the E-75, which is also covered with shields on the sides.

E-75 is difficult to penetrate even into the side. And the Germans take advantage of this in breakthroughs...

Two German pilots Alvina and Albina have already managed to exceed the number of downed aircraft by three hundred and received: the 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 so far, they are much more beautiful.

And, as a rule, they fight in only a bikini and barefoot.

Alvina shot down three Soviet aircraft from her ME-262 X with 30-mm aircraft cannons and chirped:

- I am the torch of annihilation!

Albina, firing similar fire, confirmed:

- And we are complete destruction:

And she cut down four more Soviet planes...

The warriors are very combative in mood, but they constantly smile.

They love men and work with their tongues. And they like it. Such fighting beauties.

They shot down a Soviet TU-3 and smashed it to pieces... This is their fiery greeting.

The girls, in short, don't let you down. And the Red Army receives from them.

But on the other hand, Anastasia and Mirabela are also fighting in just a bikini and barefoot - racking up their scores! They are very aggressive girls.

And Anastasia shot down a German plane and said:

- I'm a great pilot!

Mirabela shot down a German car with a cannon and squeaked:

- I'm a super warrior!

Girls are really what we need...

But they are fighting on outdated Yak-9 Ts, which naturally are not up to par with German jet aircraft. But the beauties manage to fight. And they avoid being shot down.

And why? Because they are barefoot and in bikinis. So there is no way to cut them off.

Warriors, as we see, understand what bare skin is.

Anastasia shot down another German fighter and squeaked:

- For the Motherland!

Mirabela cut down HE-162 and roared:

- For Stalin!

The most dangerous German fighter is the ME-262 X, it has five air cannons, enormous speed, swept wings, and powerful armor.

It is easier to shoot down a HE-162 vehicle that is light, cheap, but very maneuverable.

The ME-1010 was not entirely successful for the Germans; it is undoubtedly an excellent aircraft in terms of flight characteristics, but its wings change 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 protected ME-262 X, with powerful weapons.

The Luftwaffe's propeller-driven vehicles have not yet been phased out of production. TA-152 is the most successful multi-purpose vehicle, and ME-309 is still in combat. They are superior to Soviet fighters in speed and armament. And although the Yu-488 is a propeller-driven vehicle, 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 score good scores even in such conditions.

So they returned, refueled and went into battle again. They're being hit by German cars again. 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 girls such strength!

This is one of the secrets of their phenomenal success.

The girls have already received the gold star of the Hero of the USSR, and wink at each other.

They flew around again and shot down someone.

Anastasia cut down the Yu-288, a rather powerful bomber, with her 37 mm aircraft cannon.

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 from a distance. Although the ammunition was limited, you risked dying.

The girls spank their bare feet and sing:

- Soar falcons like eagles,

We are forward for Stalin!

Our success is just around the corner

Open your winning account!

So the warriors, of course, will not let the fascists off the hook. And they will hit him so hard that it will hurt the Fuhrer.

Anastasia Vedmakova, of course, maneuvers. The Yak-9 is more than six hundred kilometers, it won"t last, with a heavy gun it"s even shorter, but it tosses and turns more or less.

Slightly better than the Yak-3, which, however, costs more and requires high-quality duralumin. And the USSR lost a lot of territory. And the Yak-9 can be produced in huge quantities.

But there is no way to keep up with the Third Reich, together with Japan.

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 it will roar. And he hits the Fritz.

The girls are, of course, very, very cool.

Meanwhile, the Germans are moving deeper and deeper into the territory of the USSR.

The Japanese are also indulging themselves. And there are many of them and they are driving the Chinese ahead of them.

The yellow soldiers are trying to break through. And they literally litter all the approaches with corpses.

But there are so many of them that they eventually break through.

The Japanese and their yellow army are storming Khabarovsk. Losses are not taken into account at all.

But they are met there by Soviet girls.

Alenka and her team.

Girls defend Khabarovsk. They throw grenades at the enemy with their bare feet.

And they also sing with a chuckle:

- We are nice girls,

And the defeat of all the fighters...

The voice is so loud

In glory to 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 feet and roar:

- In the name of higher powers!

And he will also hit you with a lethal burst.

Next, Angelica shoots. And he also throws a grenade with his bare foot.

And squeals:

- To new frontiers!

And then Maria will hit you too. And she also cut off the yellow fighters with a burst, singing:

- Tail by tail! Eye for an eye!

And winks at her friends.

And then the Olympics will throw a whole box of explosives at the samurai and the Chinese.

And it will roar:

- For the glory of the Fatherland!

And again the five destroy the foreign army.

But the Japanese have already gathered a lot of Chinese. They climb and climb. And whole mounds of corpses grow.

Alenka shoots, throws with her bare heel and squeals:

- For Stalin!

Anyut will also throw a grenade with her bare foot and mutter:

- Teachers!

Angelica will throw away the line. He throws a gift with his bare foot and squeaks:

- For Lenin!

And then Maria hits the enemy. And with his bare toes he will launch destruction.

Then the Chinese scatter in all directions...

And then the Olympics will take and extinguish the barrel of nitroglycerin. And it will kill everyone.

And the militarists fall...

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 '41.

But the enemy is much stronger now. And it is firing aggressively. And bombs are raining down on the Red Army, and other destructive forces.

A very powerful enemy. And they throw too many black fighters, Arabs, and Indians into battle. And it seems unstoppable.

Oleg Rybachenko fired at the E-75 and sang:

A soldier is always healthy

The soldier is ready for anything...

And dust like from carpets,

We're going off the roads,

And it won't stop!

And don't change your legs

Our faces are shining

Boots sparkle!

And again the boy punches the Nazi from a distance. But the forces are truly 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 shoots at the Nazis again and sings:

And such chaos

filled the universe...

Humanity's sad lot -

Endure pain and suffering!

And again the boy was killed, and the fascist Mouse-2, a very formidable machine, was burning.

Natasha logically noted:

- No forces can stand against us!

And she winked at the boy.

Then Zoya also hit. Also roared:

- For my access to victory!

The SU-100 works for itself and does not think about stopping the shelling.

The Germans are gradually bypassing Tula. They have a lot of forces, a lot of infantry. And tanks of various brands are moving.

Here, for example, is the same "Lev"-2, a very powerful machine: it weighs one hundred tons, and the frontal armor is 300 millimeters at an angle. Nothing seems to get through.

But Oleg Rybachenko still shoots. Shows his highest class - sniper.

And he hits himself, and he hits himself...

Only fragments fly off from the Nazis. But they still don"t want to slow down.

Oleg Rybachenko squeaks:

- The future is ours,

We are eagles - Jedi!

And again the boy does conics. And again the fascists get a nickel.

And Gerda"s tank crew is already in Stalingrad. There are such aggressive battles raging here.

Gerda, shooting, yells:

- My body is iron!

Charlotte pressed the joystick buttons with her bare toes and chirped:

- So useful for a fight!

And she winked at her partner.

Then she hit again and broke the thirty-four.

Then Christina also fired. She smashed the dryer of the Red Army and rumbled:

- I'm a crazy girl! I'll tear everyone apart!

And then Magda started shooting with her bare foot.

Girls from Germany are generally doing well. And they smear the enemy.

. CHAPTER No. 2

But their car was hit on the side. I had to stop and repair it.

Gerda remarked capriciously:

- We're wasting time again!

Charlotte rubbed her bare foot along the surface of the armor and growled:

- We will take revenge and win!

And then she took it and showed her teeth. And she released sunbeams from her pearly teeth.

Christina took it and squeaked:

- For the Motherland without advice!

And he will also slap his bare heel on the armor!

Magda agreed:

- And no nonsense!

The girls decided to play chess for now. Couple for 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 bared teeth:

- I will be the highest axiom!

And how he will laugh...

I imagined my namesake from Andersen"s fairy tale. So she was caught in the forest by robbers. They dismantled the carriage, and took away almost all of Gerda"s clothes and expensive boots. 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 cold autumn forest. The bare sole feels every bump, every bump, every twig. Gerda is scared and hungry.

She even managed to recover in the palace. And there is frost on the autumn grass, reminiscent of the cold that she had recently experienced.

Gerda grinned... She thought that Andersen"s fairy tale was clearly lacking in toasted heels. And that would be great!

The tank was repaired quickly. The damage is minor. Although a 100mm cannon shell hit the side. Which can be dangerous.

Charlotte pressed the joystick buttons with her bare toes and sang:

- I am a tank destroyer,

Heart is burning...

The gun is my abode!

And the shell smashed another thirty-four. For now, it is the T-34-85 that dominates the battlefield. And heavy vehicles are relatively rare in the Red Army.

But then the IS-3 appeared. It has a weak point: the lower part of the body. The forehead has a large angle of inclination. It has a shape: a pike snout. But if you hit the lower part of the forehead, there will be no mercy.

Magda used her bare feet to point the gun at the enemy. And how it hit, and the projectile flew.

And the Soviet machine got punched in the gut. The tower was torn off and shells began to explode.

Gerda exclaimed:

- And you are a well-aimed beauty!

Magda squealed, shaking her magnificent breasts:

- Nobody will stop me!

Charlotte confidently confirmed:

- And no one will win!

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, had to break out of the ring.

The boy, girl and girls run and throw grenades with their bare toes.

But the Nazis suffer damage and cannot hit them.

Oleg, firing, sang:

- In the name of the sacred Motherland,

We cannot be brought to our knees!

Margarita threw the gift of death with her bare foot and squeaked:

- No! Never deliver!

Natasha, shooting and jumping, added:

- Let no trouble come to our house!

And he would also launch a lethal grenade with his bare foot.

Then Zoya will dodge the shrapnel, and also use her bare toes to let go of the crushing...

And it will roar:

- It will be great!

And then Angelica will fire at the enemy. Mows him down in wild rage. And it will roar again:

- I'm a mad saw!

And a grenade will fly from your bare heel.

And then Svetlana will take it and hit you hard.

These are, of course, girls - what death brings to enemies.

Natasha, shooting at the enemy, squeaks:

- No one will stop us, not even the devil can defeat us!

And the grenade flies from her bare feet in an arc. And he will hit, and scatter everything, and far away.

Girls, of course, are able to overcome the affected territory. In the south, fighting rages in Stalingrad, which the Red Army holds. After suffering colossal losses, the Japanese took Khabarovsk and were advancing on Vladivostok.

Well, they will be met there by those who need it.

Anna Witchakova experienced a not very pleasant farewell ceremony with her faithful flying horse. The fighter that became the mother of the Mig-4, which shot down so many German planes, simply burned down during the air strikes of the Japanese armada, as did a fair number of other vehicles and ships. After the vultures from the Land of the Rising Sun pecked the city, Vladivostok presented a sad sight. However, the funeral of the dead took place in a military manner, modestly and quite quickly. The pilot Vedmakova set her feet on fire, the girl"s feet were covered in blisters, and so 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 walked around the rubble, it was being energetically cleared, and among the workers there were a large number of children. Thin, barefoot, with faces reddened in the fresh spring sun, they raked up broken tiles, raised fallen telegraph poles, and simply swept the streets.

The elder above the boys in a pioneer tie, but without a shirt (it hung separately, apparently the boys were taking 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 as smooth as before the war!

Witcher smiled and threw him some candy:

- Here, take it! This is our Soviet made from natural chocolate, not American poison.

The boy winked cheerfully:

- And we came up with a new nickname for the Americans! Since now they are together with Hitler and Hirohito, then they are not Yankees, but Pindos!

The girl major bowed before the boy:

- Who did you say they are?

The young pioneer repeated:

- Pindos! So now we are like the Yankees who betrayed us!

Witcherova stroked the boy"s head, then her large, strong hand walked over the boy"s thin, veiny shoulders. The boy smiled back: his teeth were white, and extended his calloused palm. The major shook the boy's hand and replied:

- We must remember the name! But we are not at war with America yet, so it is premature to come up with nicknames!

The boy objected:

- Americans are worse than the Japanese and Germans, because they prefer to fight with someone else"s hands. No matter how cruel the fighters of the Empire of the Rising Sun are, their bravery is known to everyone!

Witcher interrupted:

- I will kill these brave men! And as quickly as possible!

The new acting garrison Krotov unexpectedly signed a not entirely logical order and sent the warrior pilot with a group of sailors to Khabarovsk. The order came immediately; it was necessary to repel the advance of Japanese units. Witcherova, of course, expected that they would give her a fighter, but... But the front had no free planes at its disposal, and reinforcements from their center had not yet arrived. The trip from Vladivostok to Khabarovsk took little time and the major was literally thrown off the rails into a seething battle.

The Japanese tried to bypass the well-fortified city and encircle it. The warrior barely had time to jump into the trench with her machine gun when the attack began.

The Witcher asked Captain Sinitsin, who was lying down next to her:

- So this means that the enemy is planning the tactics of Friedrich, or more precisely General Nogi, to bypass the fortifications and drive us into the rear.

The captain muttered gloomily:

- Let him try to set fire to the Russian horse"s tail! He'll be hit with his hooves so hard that it won't seem like much!

The ace pilot joked:

- The horse"s hooves are probably not made of Krupp steel, but our Soviet ones!

Her words were interrupted by the howl of shells. Here she lies in a long-dug trench, there is generally a notable line of fortifications around Khabarovsk, the threat of a Japanese invasion has existed for several years. Shells are exploding in front and behind the trenches, and they make a lot of noise. In general, the famous Japanese shimosa creates a lot of noise and smoke. The warrior looks without fear, even with some indifference. Explosions of shells generate dirty fountains, one of them caused shaking of the soil. This means that a gun is firing, with a cannon caliber of a good three hundred millimeters. The groans of the wounded can be heard... Through the cannonade they seem like light vapors that not every ear can catch. Here the warrior pilot was covered with earth. The girl, however, sneezed and shook the dust off her red braids:

- It"s always like this, if you lie down you get dirty! And if you get up, give me one or two left hands!

The artillery preparation turned out to be short, perhaps the Japanese did not have so many shells. The attack has begun. There were several Japanese taks riding ahead. Small, with a slightly rounded body of the machine. The most popular tank of the Empire of the Rising Sun: Chichikha. Witcher remembered his characteristics. Frontal armor 30 mm, gun 47 mm, diesel engine 320 horsepower. Apart from the 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. Even in the Far East they call him, sneeze! But by the way, the queen of the fields is not the tank, but the infantry. Try it, approach the minefields. As it is sung: Where an armored train cannot pass, a soldier with a rifle will crawl.

The Japanese rifles were copied from the German Mauser. Submachine guns, ripped off from the famous "Schmeister" from the First World War. In general, narrow-eyed people have a desire to copy the best from the other side. Surely Japanese designers are already working on creating a hybrid of the Panther and T-34!

There are no more than a dozen Japanese tanks and the Soviet artillery is in no hurry to meet them. The infantry runs after them at a jog, in a traditional thick chain. The soldiers of the Land of the Rising Sun themselves are dressed in uniforms that are slightly yellow, matching the color of the khaki steppe. Witcher looks at them, quickly assessing the number of attackers. To the eye there are five to six thousand of them, and there are at most a thousand Russians sitting in the trenches, covering this section of the front. And the weapons... The Far Eastern army is equipped on a residual basis, and only officers have submachine guns. Well, she"s a major, though, without a position, reduced to the level of a private.

Captain Sinits (still a very young guy) asked Witcher.

- Did you fight with the Germans?

The girl replied:

- No! I kissed them!

The captain, suddenly turning pale, remarked:

- Do you remember your first corpse!

Witcher, smiling, shook her head:

"I"m a pilot, and whoever I shot down, I killed him, 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 do you have!

Witcher smiled even wider:

- After the twenty-fifth, they awarded the hero star! And only twenty-eight.

Sinitsin exclaimed:

- Uh-uh! You are simply a master of your craft!

The girl modestly replied:

- There is no need to make a hero someone who simply honestly fulfills his duty. Now the infantry will come closer, and we will meet them.

The captain pulled the bolt of a heavy submachine gun, weighing a good ten kilograms. I touched the dog, the launch is very tight, the butt has recoil. It"s not a very convenient machine, but it hits... True, according to rumors, the Germans already have a more powerful machine gun, but who knows, whether Soviet designers will come up with something better. Sinits couldn"t resist asking:

- Why were you such a great pilot transferred to the infantry?

Witcherova 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 must have lost your boots if you were in such a hurry to get to the front line!

Witcherova, in fact, trying to make the blisters go away faster, walked around like a barefoot girl. Although during the war most women and children showed off their bare heels in the summer, this was not accepted among officers, especially in public places. But Witcher even liked to highlight people like that. She answered Sinitsin simply:

- In order to save money, virtually the entire capitalist world is against us. After all, boots wear out, and this is the work of many people!

The captain agreed with a playful wink:

-You have very beautiful legs! Can I pet them?

Witcher shook her finger:

- Not now! Then, if you survive, I"ll warm you up for the night.

Sinitsin widened his eyes:

- Wow, you're fast! Women usually take a long time to break!

Vedmakova wanted to answer, but an explosion was heard, a Japanese tank walking ahead hit a mine. The girl sang:

- Hitler was driving a car, the bastard was blown up by a mine! It shattered into fragments - but it was of little use!

Another Japanese tank exploded, stopped, turned its muzzle and opened fire on the Soviet trenches. The third one rushed after him. The Japanese, however, did not even think about stopping. The narrow-eyed ones snapped: their machine guns, located on semicircular, movable towers, started working.

The captain muttered:

- This is great! It's like they're walking in a parade! This is an army!

Vedmakova picked up a rifle, fortunately the distance to the infantry allowed, and shot at the Japanese officer. Narrow-Eyed fell over, throwing his rifle away with such force that it was fumbling with its bayonet in the spring grass. The other Japanese continued to run, only slightly tilting their bodies, apparently hoping in this way to avoid defeat, or rather to reduce its likelihood. Vedmakova remembered that this is how they train soldiers in the Quantud army; whoever does not bend down in time is hit on the head with a bamboo stick. It seems that the Tsar-Father and Herod were given a good run! However, he is talking 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:

It is coming - the Wehrmacht has been thrown into dust,

Napoleon is defeated, invincible!

The enemy will not be able to trample on the Soviet flag,

When the people and the party are united!

One after another, the destroyed 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 machine gun fire. Witcher also opened fire. The Japanese, reloading on the move, fired from rifles. They shouted at the top of their lungs:

- Banzai! Rus give up!

The bullets pierced their carcasses like a ramrod into mannequins. Bone dust mixed with blood fell. However, most of the bullets, as happens in battle, missed. The Japanese crossed the minefield, the little soldiers were too light for their running to detonate the gifts prepared for the tanks.

Witcherova felt the cruel recoil of the machine gun on her shoulder, while the fighters of the Land of the Rising Sun seemed like real monsters. Their hysterical screams became stronger and closer, their yellow disgusting faces glistening with sweat. Witcher tries to kill as many enemy soldiers as possible at once. The girl is hot as always, and shoots like a nest. One clip ran out, inserted another. The magazine is too large, round, and not easy to wedge into the chamber. And again the fire, the Japs fly upside down.

Vedmakova shot the second round of ammunition, leaving her without any ammunition. And the narrow-eyed ones are already attacking with grenades. They respond with throws, now there are much more screams and groans, and Soviet soldiers also fall. The fragment cut off a tiny strand of hair on Witcher's head. The girl"s nerves can"t stand it, and she jumps up and screams at the top of her lungs:

- For motherland for Stalin!

Following her, the rest of the fighters scream, jumping out of cover and shaking their bayonets. Soviet soldiers run to meet the Japanese, engaging in bayonet fighting.

Vedmakova cuts the stomach of the nearest "samurai" with a swift blow. He screams and tries to answer and falls over like a slaughtered boar. The girl exclaims with pleasure:

- Russian football: Russia - Japan, two-zero!

And indeed another Japanese fell with his throat cut with a bayonet. Well, the warrior pilot kicked the third one in the groin. The narrow-eyed man stretched out, and the girl, moving by inertia, stabbed the tip into the adversary"s eye!

-Get it Japanese! Why stand behind the barriers!

The retaliatory blow of the bayonet tore open the major"s tunic, blood came out, but this not only did not bother the girl, but also gave her additional fury.

- Death of Hirohito! - The girl barked, her shin crashed into the narrow-eyed temple, and the girl moved with such speed, as if she were the propellers of a new 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. Then came a hard blow to the back of the head with the butt of an overzealous officer. Anna exhaled:

- Here's shahen-khash for you!

But overall, the Russians had a hard time. The narrow-eyed side has a five-fold advantage, and the Japanese have a good level of physical fitness, and besides, they are not fighting against the best soldiers of the USSR. Naturally, during such a difficult war, conscripts of the third category, with worse characteristics, or soldiers who were seriously injured in the battle with the Nazis were sent to the Far East. The soldiers fell, sometimes a dozen bayonets were driven into one Russian, they were literally bleeding collectively, but they fought like heroes, and no one asked for mercy.

Sinitsin stabbed a Japanese officer with a bayonet, but was also hit in the side with the tip. The young man knocked down the attacking Japanese with a blow to the chest with the butt of his gun, 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 up to the shoulder blade, and knocking down another Jap under the knee.

- Hold on Petrukha! - She said.

He immediately reflected two bayonets aimed at the chest and replied:

- I"m not Peter, but Arkady!

The girl who killed another Japanese growled:

- In war, every name is like the click of a cocked gun; you shouldn"t cock it without firing a shot!

Arkady retreated slightly and the merciless bayonet ripped open his cheek. The young man whined from unbearable pain:

- Mother of God!

Witcher objected:

- Maybe I"m a mother, but not God"s! In general, there is no God, and there never was!

Arkady retreated with his back to Anna and muttered indistinctly:

- And what non-existence awaits us after death?

The girl shook her head negatively:

- No! Communist science will resurrect the dead! And those who died in battles for their homeland will be the first to be returned to a new life.

Sinitsin shook his head:

- God forbid!

Witcherova, having laid down another Japanese, squealed:

- There is no god! If there is one, then we must admit that the supposed creator of the universe is a sadist! And he likes to torture his creation!

At that moment, Arkady was cut open in the thigh with a bayonet, and in order not to fall, he leaned on the red-haired warrior:

- And I"m so tormented! Simply unimaginable!

The five to six times superiority of the soldiers of the rising sun took its toll. Fifty samurai rushed against them, waving their bayonets like an army of porcupines. Arkady received a couple of ulars with a bayonet in the stomach, and then his eye was knocked out. When the young man fell, they injected him twenty times, making him quiet forever. I wonder what his soul felt as he flew away: surprise or fear, or maybe incredible relief after leaving the prison of his body.

The Witcher was as if under a spell. Of course, her tunic crumbled into shreds, slashed by 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 naked breasts with scarlet nipples shook like buoys in the sea. And bare ankles just flashed by. The girl was truly the embodiment of animal and erotic power. Her bare soles became red with blood, which created an association with the great goddess of destruction and evil: Kali! Almost all the Soviet soldiers had already been stabbed to death, the battle was over, and only in its sparkling beauty of Aphrodite, from time to time it struck the insolent narrow-eyed.

The Japanese General Nugi looked at this miracle with surprise. Then a thought flashed through his head. An order followed, given in the thin voice of an underfed mosquito:

- Throw a net over her, take her alive!

The thrifty Japanese also had networks. Suddenly you need to take one of the Russians alive. And the network is ideal for this. Immediately a dozen catchers threw fetters on the girl

Witcher fought back as best she could, she tried with all her might to free herself. But it was all in vain; the conscientious Japanese made the net with the expectation that it would support an elephant. The girl was completely swaddled and dragged in her arms. Apparently, tactical success was achieved, especially since this direction was not covered by either artillery or machine guns.

The girl recalled the clean-shaven face of her beloved Arkady, and her catchphrase:

- In war, every name is like the click of a cocked gun; you shouldn"t cock it without firing a shot!

An alarming and disgusting thought arose, but it didn"t smooth it out! After all, this often happens: you 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 Soviet troops around Khabarovsk. And they carried her Vedmakova into captivity, and although she was no longer being taken, she was loaded into a stained armored car to take her to the rear. The machine is antediluvian, probably from the First World War, so imperceptibly he minced behind the infantry. The speed is approximately 12 kilometers per hour. Brr! The world's first tank, Prokhorov's all-terrain vehicle, weighed no less, but had a speed of 40 kilometers per hour on the highway and 25 on the highway. Well, on the one hand, the USSR is attacking all of Europe, and on the other, a significant part of Asia. The girl turned on her side, apparently there was a threat to lie on her back. How dark it is in this part of the armored car, apparently it houses the landing section, or the transportation of soldiers. It would be nice, of course, to escape, first by 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 saw through the chain to which she was tied by the leg. But ropes can also work quite well here. The work is tedious, but if they take her to the territory of Manchuria, she will have time. The girl removed the ropes from the wet skin, sawed the chain and at the same time thought. Hmm, it"s not a joke coalition that has formed against Soviet Russia: Moreover, the most serious monster is Germany. A country with advanced technology and strong troops. For example, she heard about the new ME-309 fighter. It seems like these are already flying. She doesn"t have exact information about the armament, but according to rumors this plane has as many as seven! Firing points. This is a very serious weapon, considering that the YAK=9 has only two of them, and there is no vehicle on Soviet fighters that had more than three points. Try to defeat such monsters! Well, the Fokken-Wulf is a very serious machine, superior in armament to Soviet aircraft, 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 with two 30-mm and four 20-mm cannons has already appeared. It was already a monster, a monster to all monsters! And according to rumors, an aircraft fighter with eight 30-mm guns has already been put into production! Try to defeat such a ghoul! How do Soviet designers want to respond to this? Vedmakova heard that work was underway on the Yak-3. A curator from Beria"s department told her about this. It seems that the main highlight of the aircraft will be the lighter weight of the structure, without additional engines and weapons. Maneuverability is, of course, good, but I would like an increase in armament! After all, in boxing, of course, a light athlete in the weight of a feather is more maneuverable than a heavyweight, but he will still almost certainly lose to him. It"s 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 superiority of the Luftwaffe in the air began to evaporate, even by March 1943 the USSR had an advantage, but... The betrayal of the Allies changed the balance of power. Wow, Hitler was killed on March 13, and now it"s only the end of April, and how seriously the balance of forces has changed. So quickly, from a strategically advantageous position to a strategically almost losing one. Almost because there is still hope that Germany will be defeated before it achieves strategic and technological superiority over the USSR. In particular, the Allies can supply the Nazis with large quantities of aircraft, but German pilots will need time to learn how to fly them. Still, there is a difference in technology and instrument panels. Tanks also require trained crews, and the Chevron"s performance in the Russian winter is not particularly good. Automatic rifle M-18... Not a bad thing, but in rate of fire it is inferior to the best Soviet models, although it is superior in accuracy! In short, the problem is the problem! There are also the truly famous "Churchills" with powerful armor and good driving performance... Of course, it looks like we"ll have to fight with them too. And the longer the war lasts, the more equipment the Nazis will receive. So the conclusion is simple, we must 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 energy to the maximum. Without getting drawn into protracted battles, and building defenses on previously prepared lines. There is still a chance to use the Chinese Red Army, but the Chiang Ka-sha regime attacked it with all its might. So for now you can rely on your own strength. When to attack? The best time is at the end of May, when the roads are completely dry and reinforcements arrive for the troops. Vedmakova herself would have delivered her first blow in the Oryol direction, and then in the Kharkov region, in order to drive the Germans out of the industrial Donbass, and then with a forced march across Ukraine, immediately crossing the Dnieper, and further to Romania. However, it is possible to turn north to liberate Belarus and go behind the rear of the central group. The idea as a whole is good, although there are some shortcomings, the offensive in the Oryol direction is the most obvious and the fascists will be waiting for it there. The fortifications will have to be hacked.

. CHAPTER No. 3

Of course, guns and Katyushas will come in handy here. The latter system produces a strong, especially moral effect. In any case, you need a lot of guns and Katyushas to bombard enemy defenses with shells. In general, the experience of the First World War showed that it is easier to defend than to attack, and if the Kaiser"s Germany had not exhausted its forces with the spring offensive of 1918, the war could have lasted for several more years. But the Second World War proved the superiority of offensive tactics over defensive ones. For example, the rapid defeat of Poland, and especially striking the powerful Western coalition of allies. The Nazis defeated 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 defeated by a decisive blow from the British. And then Rommel defeated the much stronger British troops during a rapid offensive. But of course the most striking example of the USSR, in 1941, was the great disaster of a mighty army. And retaliatory offensive operations that knock out German units. So the main thing is to strike yourself without waiting for the pressure of new German tanks. A protracted war of attrition becomes almost hopeless, unless, of course, Soviet scientists create a miracle weapon! The latter is possible in principle; for example, she heard that it was theoretically possible to create a bomb capable of destroying a city. Moreover, such a bomb will weigh three or four tons. Looks like a fairy tale, but... We were born to make a fairy tale come true.

An even more attractive way is the laser weapon described in the Hypreboloid of engineer Garin. Such a thing is quite capable of destroying an entire army of tanks, planes, and ships. Of course, create such a weapon and not only the Third Reich, but also the traitors Pindos, the entire capitalist world will end. And the bright banner of communism will shine over the planet. But for some reason such weapons have not been created. Mirrors are not the best way to collect combustion energy into a single stream. And it takes a lot more energy to cut ships. Although... if it is concentrated to a micron fineness, then it is quite possible to cut planes 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 there are pieces of rope lying around.

Witcherova expressed:

- Patience and work, if with you, you are not a corpse!

The girl stood up and tapped her bare foot on the covering. No reaction. She knocked harder. In response, there was swearing in Japanese and no reaction. Then Witcher began to sing in frustration. And she sang at the top of her voice, like a prima donna at an anniversary party:

The Wehrmacht hordes are going wild

The roar of guns and the clash of swords!

Smoke rises for up to a month,

Distortion of rays from heaven!

For centuries to come the fatherland will be glorified,

I will give my flesh for Russia!

I love you, beautiful Rus',

The Lord of all kings is with us!

Oh, you curly groves of the country,

The sound of golden aspens rustles!

Orthodox falcon brothers,

God inspired the army to heroic deeds!

On days that are cold or warm,

Maybe the cloud will bring in some darkness!

We are fascist pigs like brooms,

To shake the abomination from your face!

Our party's cause is just,

Fight for the Soviet people!

We sing a brave song,

The thought soared upward like an eagle!

Stalin in Mudra - the ideal of a ruler,

We are being led into a formidable mortal battle!

Banner of the Motherland, pestle of the winner,

I'm ready to argue with Pallas-fate!

Lenin's deeds will be eternal,

We will build holy communism!

Believe the teaching of man,

Fascism will be crushed 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 like sculptors!

And Russia under the red banner,

It"s like heavenly Eden will bloom!

Lenin's cause, Stalin's will,

Lead us forward to achievements!

Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova, as well as four legendary girls, got out of Tula and reached Moscow.

Now the situation in the capital was extremely difficult. The Germans had already completed their encirclement, and there remained a corridor of thirty to forty kilometers, 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 sang 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 screams:

- And I will become the coolest!

And with his bare foot he would throw a lethal grenade.

And scatters opponents in different directions.

And then in battle Natasha will mow down the Germans with a machine gun and throw the gift of death with her bare foot.

This is what this woman is like...

In 1941, Natasha fled from the Brest Fortress. She was going east. The new shoes quickly chafed her feet, and the girl took them off and walked barefoot.

There was nothing for a couple of hours, and then my bare soles began to itch. After another couple of hours they began to burn and were already exploding with pain.

Natasha, being a Muscovite, was not used to walking barefoot. And of course, every now and then she 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 only put on shoes in severe frost.

Now Natasha fights like a legendary goddess.

And here Zoya throws a grenade with her bare foot and roars:

- This is actually a great date!

And he will give a well-aimed turn.

And the Germans and their mercenaries fall.

And then Angelica fires... And she also shoots so wildly accurately.

And a grenade is also flying from her bare leg.

And scatters the mercenaries.

Then Svetlana is firing. And her bare foot throws out such things that no one can resist.

And scatters opponents very far.

And he shoots himself, and crushes the enemies with a blast wave.

These are the girls born in the USSR!

Oleg Rybachenko fires accurately at enemy infantry, throwing grenades automatically with his child"s feet. And at the same time the boy composes for himself.

Vitaliy Klitschko, having encountered a conflict with the new President of Ukraine Zelensky, decided to resign 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, he challenges Weider to fight. Without any intermediate battles! And this after more than eight years of break.

Wider, 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 beat Hopins' record, but whose fitness is highly questionable.

In fact, many believed that after such a long break, going straight to Weider would be suicide.

But Vitali Klitschko is like Rocky Balboa. I decided to go up against the most powerful knockout artist in the heavyweight division. Denotey Wider is a boxer who has seen all his opponents fall. Absolutely everyone - including Tyson Fury!

So what if Vitali Klitschko has a chance?

But Vitali Klitschko constantly trained, kept in shape, and rode a bicycle to work. And of course he wasn"t that bad physically. And besides, he had a steel chin.

Well, Vitali Klitschko will take the fight, even if he is not the favorite.

Oleg Rybachenko changed the clip of his machine gun. The supposed fights with boxers are fascinating.

So, really, why doesn"t Vitali Klitschko return to the ring and try to break Hopins" record?

This would be a very strong idea.

The terminator boy fired a burst and mowed down several dozen more fascists.

After which the boy laughed and stuck out his tongue, saying:

- I am a super person!

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 years old, was really going to break Hopins' record. He even recalled at a press conference: "I said that I was not going to break Foreman"s record, but I didn"t 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, would be able to win the title of world champion, there was much less faith in Vitaliy Klitschko at forty-nine years old. Including due to the fact that his opponent is very strong.

There has never been such a puncher in the history of the heavyweight division. True, Wider is no longer young, but thirty-five years old is not forty-nine.

Vitali Klitschko, however, clearly does not lose optimism. He trains hard and gets in shape. And I"m very glad that I threw off the routine of being the mayor of Kyiv.

Indeed, it is not a great happiness to be a 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 didn"t make a mistake with the wallet. The name Vitali Klitschko is famous.

Evil tongues even said that Weider would hit once, and Vitali Klitschko would fall down himself. And then he will receive money and write memoirs or fiction.

Or maybe he'll act in a movie.

By the way, Vladimir Klitschko also wanted to box. Only the cunning Vladimir chose a weaker opponent from among the regular world champion. But no matter how you look at it, he"s a champion and that"s cool!

But Denotay Wider, no matter how you look at it, is still the best of the best!

But Vitaly trains frantically. He is like a young man putting maximum stress on himself. And he had several sparring sessions, showing excellent form and good endurance. No, Vitaly is ready. And he doesn"t just enter the ring.

And indeed, when the day of judgment came, the greatest knockout artist, Wider, the best heavyweight in this regard, and Vitaly came together. The former mayor of Kyiv, whom everyone has already written off as a boxer. But then 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 Wider has already held his title for a very long time. And he is also close to breaking the record of Holmes, who held this title for the longest time since the division of the belts.

And of course, if Wider is afraid of anyone, it"s not grandfather Vitaly. Indeed, not everyone can be a Hawkins. And Hawkins" opponents are not as powerful as Weider!

But Vitaly, as a challenger, enters the ring. His body is still magnificent and muscular, although his hair is already grey. Grandfather Vitaly, as he is called with respect, or with ridicule. But the muscle definition is like that of a young man.

Vitaly stated that he was ready. And not even him, the rates have increased a little.

Wider is also lean, sculpted, and thinner in bones, weighing less.

Although he is a formidable puncher, he has some defensive issues and is not always good on his feet. But I already have a lot of fighting experience. In terms of the number of fights, he is already equal to Vitaly. And he hasn't been defeated yet.

However, Vitali Klitschko lost his two fights only due to injuries and cuts. And one can also say that he was not beaten.

But more than eight years gap, and almost fifty years of age. If Vitaly were young, of course, he would have chances. But can he beat Hopins' record? David Haye, already at the age of thirty-five, became a zero boxer.

But there is a lot of talk and only the ring will tell. Will Vitali Klitschko break Hopins' record, or will he be carried away on a stretcher, as Weider promised.

Here he comes out wearing a raven mask. Tall, very dry, even skinny like Koschey.

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 of all time may go bust.

But the odds are almost one in ten in Weider"s favor. Still, Vitaly is too old and has a long break in his career. Even his brother Vladimir advised to warm up with a couple of strong middle peasants. In fact, in Germany, Vitali Klitschko could get more money in a fight with a mediocre boxer, purely due to his big name.

Vitaly is known throughout the world not only as a boxer, but also as a politician, the mayor of the capital, and a hero of the Maidan.

No, in any case, Vitali Klitschko should have thought about whether it was worth rushing and fighting against such a mountain.

But the choice has been made: Vitali Klitschko is not looking for easy ways!

The fight takes place in America. The anthems of the USA and Ukraine are played. Service records are announced. Finally, the signal for battle sounds.

Many want to see spectacle and blood.

Wider started cautiously, although he may be wrong. What if 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: that it would float right away, did not happen.

Klitschko confidently worked with his jab, held it a little higher than usual, and placed blocks.

The first two rounds went smoothly. And then Wider, as expected, upped the tempo a lot. He began to attack and attack more actively. But Vitaly was not at a loss. Blocked the blow and met it with a left jab. And suddenly, during a sharp octopus attack, he hit him in the body with his right hand. Wider doubled over in pain.

Vitaly pulled off a deuce, and for the second time in his career, the world champion and the best knockout artist of all time found himself on the floor.

Vitaly smiled... And the audience roared with delight. This was not expected from old Vitaly. Wow! But it seems like fifty years is coming soon! And still move and hit! You need to be able to do this!

Wider stood up, but began to back away. Vitaly slowly began to sting him with his jab. And again a deuce. And I hit it again. Knockout backs away.

With difficulty, Weider survived until the end of the round. Then, in the next one, Vitaly worked as number one. But nothing, everything went according to plan. Weider backed away for several rounds and looked helpless. But in the ninth round he exploded again. And they began to throw blows and went forward. And again he missed a deuce and fell. Second knockdown.

Vitaly smiles. Goes forward. Wider is unsteady on his feet. He misses the deuce again without finding an antidote. And from the next blow he falls.

He gets up with difficulty, and the referee stops the fight!

Victory! Vitali Klitschko, now world champion! And his belt again! True, he is not absolute yet, but he is already on horseback!

He broke Hopins' record, and, of course, for heavyweight Foreman, he became the world champion for the fourth time, equaling Holyfield.

Wider, of course, shouts that the fight was stopped too early and demands a rematch.

Vitaly says that he will make a decision on whether to continue his career or have a few more fights later. But everyone tells him that he is very good, even better than in his youth, and he needs to continue.

Moreover, there is nothing to do yet. There is another mayor in Kyiv, the parliamentary and presidential elections are still far away, why not fight there?

For the next three fights, Vitaly is offered as much as one hundred million dollars, plus a percentage from broadcasts.

Of course, the jackpot is big, and the former mayor of Kyiv says he will think about it.

In fact, he showed that he is still capable of a lot. So why bury talent? And the main thing is that there is nothing more to do anyway!

Maybe try to combine all the belts? That would be so cool!

Vitaly accepts the offer and signs a contract for three more fights.

And his next opponent... Well, of course Tyson Fury! Never beaten before, big heavyweight. True, he was knocked down by Uydar and someone smaller. And most importantly, he is also the offender of his younger brother. Well, how can you not fight something like that?

Of course, a new fight, and a fabulous fee, and a great spectacle.

Oleg Rybachenko is again shooting at Germans and foreign fighters. In general, there really 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 you can see "Panther"-2. This tank, unlike the real story, appeared back in 1943. And the "Panther" itself was not too massive. Yes, and "Panther"-2 was produced, although a lot, 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 the high-speed E-50 to be made the most popular. The Fuhrer loved the E-75 more, which was 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 widespread in the future.

Oleg Rybachenko, for example, uses cunning tactics. He takes it and throws a grenade into the E-50 track with his bare foot. Because of this, the tank turns and collides with its colleague.

And the result is two mastodons burning.

Oleg, as we see, is very cunning.

This is how he operates now, and the Germans are suffering heavy losses. The boy has nimble legs. It's good to be like him, barefoot and handsome.

But in general, thoughts about boxers come into my head. For example, why not Denis Lebedev resume his career? Forty years is not that long. Moreover, the main competitors from the heavyweight division have left, and you can try to unify the belts.

What you really shouldn"t do is be the authorities" six. It"s better to take up noble boxing yourself or join the opposition.

This is like how Sergei Kovalev became the mayor of Moscow. Although this is only fantasy.

And Denis Lebedev could do something more constructive. Moreover, it"s still too early to leave boxing unbeaten. A real athlete must go to the end.

Wladimir Klitschko could also return. But some, like Alexander Ustinov, who 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 this scenario: Putin crashed on a plane, and there are new presidential elections in Russia.

And what do we see today! The communists do not have strong candidates. Grudin has disgraced himself and his credibility has been undermined. Zyuganov is too old and everyone is tired of him, and he doesn"t have enough charisma. Suraikin failed in the previous elections. Other little-known personalities. Zhirinovsky is also too old and everyone is tired of him. Others in the LDPR are little known. Who else from the opposition can you recommend? Andrei Navalny is strong, but he will not be allowed to participate in the elections. Ksenia Sobchak is not a serious candidate. Demushkin was in prison and not very well promoted. Udaltsov was also in prison, although perhaps he could have been supported by the communists and come out.

In short, there are no serious competitors in the opposition. So Medvedev, the acting president, is still the main favorite. And if there is any intrigue: the second round or immediately in the first.

Considering Medvedev"s low rating, and most likely the large number of presidential candidates, a second round is quite possible.

However, Medvedev will have a very large advantage in the first round, and a not very good opponent in the second.

Although at the very last moment his own Zelensky may appear and confuse all the cards!

Oleg Rybachenko again threw a grenade, pushing the Nazi tanks. Lots of roars and shelling.

And every now and then the earth takes off and burns right in the air. And the fragments turn over, melting.

Oleg says:

- Glory to our empire!

Margarita, throwing the killer present with her bare foot, squeaked:

-Great glory to the heroes!

And again the girl will toss the lemon with her bare heel.

The fascists are pouring in, oh and pouring in.

There is no way to stop them or defeat them even with a vacuum bomb! There are such cool warriors here, it"s just creepy!

Oleg roars:

- Our victory in the holy war!

Margarita confirmed:

- With a one hundred percent guarantee!

And again the girl threw a grenade with her bare foot.

No, these kids clearly won't just give up.

Oleg Rybachenko roared:

- For the new Soviet order!

Margarita actively fired a burst and confirmed:

- Banzai!

Oleg, meanwhile, tried to continue composing. Well, Vitaly is conducting a voluntary defense against Tyson Fury. Meanwhile, Vladimir has an equally interesting fight with Ruiz.

In fact, Ruiz was a world champion in three versions. Why can't Vladimir fight him for a lot of money? An even more convenient opponent is that he is significantly shorter and fat. Vladimir can shoot him with long jabs.

It"s a pity that Klitschko Jr. missed out on fighting him while he was the world champion. But it would be necessary to move.

And how did you not think of this, Vladimir?

And the world champion in three versions is now Usik. However, he quickly reached the throne.

And a unification fight with Vitaly is possible. But these are just estimates for now.

Vitaly needs to beat Tyson Fury, and a rematch with Weider is of interest. And there are many other interesting fighters. Same Anthony Joshua. It would also be extremely interesting to fight with him. And also avenge his brother.

Vitaly created a sensation by defeating Weider. And what can you do to develop success?

Why not become the first boxer in the world to win a championship fight after fifty years? No one has managed this before!

Eh, Vitaly! It doesn"t matter what kind of mayor of Kyiv you were, but now you have been recognized without any doubt as a great world champion!

But here is the first, voluntary defense of the title. Vitaly faces a larger and longer-armed opponent. Not as formidable a puncher as Weider, but technical and agile, with long arms. And also not yet broken, although it has been dropped.

Most importantly, he defeated the still very young Wladimir Klitschko, which undoubtedly makes Tyson Fury a formidable competitor.

The odds were about fifty-fifty. Of course, the knockout victory over Weider was impressive. But now it will not be a grunt against him, but a technical fighter, whom no one has yet been able to outbox. And most importantly, the winner of Vladimir himself is at the dawn of his strength.

Will Vitaly, at fifty, be able to cope with such a technician? This is already a duel of intellects. However, Wider clearly underestimated Vitaly and tried to take him unceremoniously. But this won"t work anymore.

Here are both boxers getting ready. Vitaly, as always, is serious and focused. He is confident and calm.

Tyson Fury is also preparing. He is taller than Vitaly, has longer arms and will try to take advantage of this.

But now the fight will take place in Britain, and there will be a paid broadcast.

Now Tyson Fury is out first. He demonstrates outward confidence. Bald, awkward, and not very athletic. If Vitali Klitschko tinted his hair, you wouldn"t be able to tell which of them was older, even though there was a seventeen-year difference in age. This is not yet a record for championship fights, but it is already approaching the record.

Well, maybe Vitaly will also fight with someone younger than Tyson Fury.

Vitaly comes out to the sound of menacing music. They look at each other.

Tyson is slouched and doesn't look taller. Vitaly is perhaps broader in the shoulders. And most importantly, his figure is much more beautiful, and his muscles are prominent.

Well, what about the hymns? First British, and then Ukrainian.

Then an exchange of glances.

And then the bugle sounds, the first round.

Vitaly throws a light jab and moves well. Tyson tries to leave. But Vitaly is very dexterous, and his blows move along a clumsy trajectory, reaching Tyson Fury"s head.

Everything is going as experts predicted. 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 No. 4.

And again Klitschko Sr. has a slight advantage. The brothers dominate the ring.

Vladimir beat Ruiz Jr. by technical knockout a week ago.

Well, the battle continues.

The third round was again dictated by Vitaly. But in the fourth round, Tyson Fury suddenly explodes. He rushes forward... And hits the deuce. And he gets knocked down.

What did he want? Vitaly is on alert.

Somehow Tyson defended this round to the end. Then the one-sided battle began again with Vitaly dominating. Moreover, world champion Klitschko Sr. was clearly in no hurry.

And after eight rounds, Tyson Fury suddenly withdraws. And victory is declared by technical knockout, due to refusal to continue the fight.

Thus, Vitali Klitschko sets a new record: the first fighter in boxing history to defend the world title at fifty years old. And Hopins's next achievement hits.

So now he really really has become a superman. And he avenged his brother.

But the next fight is a rematch with Weider. They promise very large fees. Why can we have a fight with him, and then go up against Joshua?

And then you can think about a unification fight with Usik. In general, Vitali Klitschko, in principle, would like to become the absolute world champion. And he has a very strong desire.

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 are hungry for you Klitschko! Come back soon Klitschko!

The boy genius laughed at his cheerful song and again launched the most lethal of all grenades. And three Nazi tanks 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 under complete blockade. Just like Leningrad is blocked.

Stalingrad is still resisting. The Germans also storm 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 ammunition are used up very quickly. Maybe there won't be enough ammunition. And then the capital will fall. And there are not so many food supplies. This too will end 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, it wasn"t far from the front line either.

Plus the samurai also put pressure on them. They bomb and attack with countless infantry. There may not be enough strength.

Stalin understands this and is trying to negotiate a separate peace with Japan behind the scenes. They say they are even ready to give up the Far East and pay indemnity in gold.

But Hirohito said: we need all of Siberia, right up to the Urals. Alas, it is impossible to give up so much.

Vladivostok is already almost surrounded. And in general everything is very scary...

But some heroic girls fight and do not succumb to the fascists and Japanese militarists.

The armored prison car in which the singing Witcher was traveling stopped, and the creak of the door opening was heard. Two Japanese men, one big and fat, the other small and thin, leaned out of the light that momentarily blinded Anastasia. Then the girl, without hesitation, stabbed one in the temple with a shin, and another in the jaw with a fist wrapped in a chain. The vaunted warriors of the Land of the Rising Sun were comically knocked out.

Witcher even sang:

- I challenge the man for the twelfth round! After all, I am a super woman and a complete Atass, and I send the enemy into a deep knockout, demonstrating unbridled class in battle!

The girl picked up a Japanese machine gun copied from the Schmeister and, clicking the bolt, rushed to the cockpit. Three more Japanese jumped out there, and Vedmakova sent a burst of fire at them, aiming for their heads and grinning ferociously.

- What did the club-headed monsters get!

The armored personnel carrier was captured by a naked lady warrior. The Witcher barked:

Hovered over unfortunate Russia,

Hellish monsters boiling darkness!

The occupier has his stormy axe,

Sharpen and cut the head!

A communist in a cue ball is not a pawn,

We are not yoked forever!

Will turn the Third Reich into firebrands,

Well, honesty will be rewarded with goodness!

Despite the fact that she was disgusted, Vedmakova put on a Japanese military uniform taken from the dead. How unpleasant it was, these soldiers had not washed for a long time and the smell was terrible. The girl pilot howled:

- It must become so brutalized! Asian though!

The armored personnel carrier, however, started up easily and set off in a northerly direction. The vehicle had two 12-mm machine guns, so that, if necessary, it was possible to repel an infantry attack. Another thing is that 20 mm armor would not have withstood the caliber of 37 mm Japanese "cannons". Vedmakova thought: how the communists" coming to power changed Russia. If in tsarist times, the Japanese army was significantly superior to the Russian army in technical terms, now, on the contrary, it is lagging behind. Although it cannot be said that science is not encouraged in the Land 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 simplified it slightly, so that one teacher would pass 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 formation and military regulations, the Americans in the uniform and type of navy, and the system of operating financial institutions. True, they had their own, for example, the Bushido code, the famous shimosa explosive (though it was hardly better than the European one). Until the mid-nineteenth century, Japan was a backward medieval country that did not even have railways and was armed with cannonballs. It was even more archaic than Türkiye or Iran, and even more so Tsarist Russia. Oddly enough, it was America that helped the Land of the Rising Sun come into the public eye and literally forced it to join the civilized world. The modern steam cruiser with explosive shells made a strong impression on backward Japan. Especially when he sank several sailing ships, showing the complete helplessness of cannonballs.

Perhaps the Americans will regret more than once that they forced Japan to open itself to the world. That they had 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 took centuries for the West.

Vedmakova drove along the highway, allowing trucks with reinforcements to pass ahead, as well as transport, and reasoned. The tsarist government, even under Alexander the Second, or rather even under Nicholas the First, hatched plans for the annexation of China to Russia. But Nikolai chose the Turkish direction as an object of expansion. In principle, it was more convenient. But Britain, which hated Russia, and France, which was under its influence, stood up for the Ottomans. For the first time in a quarter of a millennium (since 1612), 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 a war as a whole, by the way, it was under Nicholas the First that it reached its maximum size in terms of area). There were several reasons, the most important being the superiority of the Western powers in the technological equipment of their troops. After Nicholas 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 began large-scale reforms, noted serfdom, and under him the rapid growth of industry, the construction of railways and power plants began! But at the same time, the abolition of serfdom occurred at the expense of the peasants, there was a lot of devastation, riots broke out, especially massive ones in Poland. Alexander managed to move Russia forward, but did not solve fundamental problems, and even sold Alaska to America for pennies and gave away the Hawaiian Islands for free. True, he managed to defeat Turkey, but the Ottoman Empire was very weak at that time and 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 reforms. However, even under Suvorov everything was not as clear as they say in books. Victories came at a considerable price, and Catherine the Second, for example, during the second Russian-Turkish war, limited herself to relatively modest territorial acquisitions, even abandoning 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 set for the return of all the original Slavic lands. This took several centuries; for example, Galicia was only returned in 1939, after liberation from the Polish yoke. And the city of Przemysl with the surrounding lands remained with the Hungarians and Slovaks.

Vedmakova looked at the highway: there weren"t that many different cars, but Japanese infantrymen were marching. Japan has a population of about one hundred million, even more than Germany, pre-conscription training takes up half of the school hours. The war with the USSR is a godsend for them, unlike the fight with the USA. You can churn out more and more divisions.

It is very tempting to fire a burst from your two high-speed machine guns, fortunately this can be done by controlling them using a hydraulic drive from the cockpit. 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 like it"s already getting dark... Then the wolves will be full and the sheep will be safe. Although no, she is 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 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"s most annoying is that many inside the country wanted the Japanese to win. For example, students at Moscow University sent congratulations to the Mikado on the fall of Port Arthur. And how much was stolen: it"s impossible to list!

Vedmakova slowed down the gas so as not to run into another marching column. The girl swore:

- Well, they're like locusts! Narrow-eyed creatures!

The ear could already discern the roar of cannonade; the front line was approaching. The pilot growled and then sang:

The Russian warrior does not groan in pain,

The Russian warrior is destroying the Japanese!

And we have utter grief,

The entire bent shield shook!

The girl fell silent again. In that war, the USA and Britain helped Japan with money and weapons, but there was no front in the west. Indeed, the Land of the Rising Sun hoped that Germany would take advantage of the moment and attack Russia. In principle, this was real, and beneficial to Germany. The allied Austria-Hungary, with its 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. It is also possible that Italy, which was part of the Triple Alliance and could lay claim to the rich Ukrainian lands, would enter the war. In any case, it would have been bad for Tsarist Russia. Even if she lost in an alliance with the Entente, then a war on two fronts would end 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 attack of the Fritz on Belgium and France. Perhaps if they had launched an all-out invasion of Russia, the situation with Poland in 1939 would have been repeated. Fortunately, the Germans turned out to be overconfident, choosing a war on two fronts.

Witcher, unlike many of her compatriots, was lucky: she managed to read Mine Kaif, and in the original. Of course, Hitler was right when he said that it was either necessary to be together with Britain against Russia, or together with Russia against Britain. And quite logically, the future Fuhrer criticized those who tried to bring Bismarck"s corpse to light.

Hitler indeed rejected any possibility of any alliance with Russia, especially when the Bolsheviks came to power in it and believed that Russian lands should become German colonies.

This means that he was clearly an enemy of Russia, and any agreement for the Fuhrer was a simple piece of paper. Moreover, Stalin is an idiot for missing such a strong blow to his open chin, although he was obliged to prepare to repel the blow and bring his troops to combat readiness. Or better yet, plant it 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 have simply surrounded and destroyed the German troops in the cauldrons. What a war this is! 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 him bald well. Why didn't he warn Stalin? Why didn"t he persuade you to take action? How did this happen? After all, the People's Commissar was a cunning man and did not trust anyone! After all, there really were serious intelligence data, the troops of the Third Reich were pulling up to the border, and every second grandmother prophesied war. In general, there was a feeling that something inexorable and terrible was approaching!

And only Stalin and his entourage were kicking ass, as if deliberately wanting to lose and destroy 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 when the war began, there was a general buzz... And now the whole world has taken up arms against Russia! And here, of course, Stalin"s inflexible policies are 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 carriage 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 a 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 USA might not have risked betraying the USSR!

Besides, who almost killed Hitler? Thus pushing the Third Reich to new aggression?! Most likely, this was an operation led by Beria... After all, at one time he figured out how to finish off Trotsky. At that time, however, this was caused by the need to avoid a split in the International. Now this has led to the opposite effect, the enemies of Russia have united. Moreover, the enemies are historical! She must say that Vedmakov herself was very surprised that Churchill made a sensational speech on June 24, announcing support for the USSR. It is strange that the sheep came to the wolf for an alliance, if, of course, the British lion can be compared to a sheep. Stalin, however, is a typical wolf! Now everything is back to normal, capitalist democrats and capitalist fascists together! But the communists are united and honest, without compromise with conscience! Maybe this is exactly what Stalin wanted? In any case, the enemy's forces increased, and Japan showed its jaws in the east. But, in general, the move by the leadership of the countries of the Rising Sun is logical: it is necessary to silence the throats of the military dissatisfied with huge territorial concessions and actual surrender, promising new battles and lands. If the United States had not imposed sanctions, or rather a blockade, against Japan on July 24, then perhaps the samurai would have struck 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 puppet troops of the Manchurian Imperial Government!

And this could jeopardize the fall of Moscow... Although Stalin would probably prefer to give up 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 link up with the Germans in the Urals or 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 in relation to the USSR. Hitler was not distinguished by logic at all, with his brutal anti-Semitism, turning the main financial elite and even the Vatican against himself. 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. Here the border pillar still sticks out.

And Japanese infantry, as well as several light tankettes with 20-mm 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 transported in open-top vehicles are visible. I must say that these are not bad mortars, despite their small caliber...

Witcherova hesitated: what should I do? There are a lot of Japanese, and apparently you need to turn onto a country road. Or maybe it will still give a turn to the narrow-eyed?

It"s already getting dark, clouds have covered the sky, and rain is coming. Of course, you can take a risk, especially since the Japanese are crowded together, the infantry is standing, gathered in dense ranks. Yes, there"s a whole regiment of them, yellow-bellied soldiers, quite nasty, it"s not a pity to kill them.

Witcher crossed herself, muttering:

- God forbid there will be more samurai!

Two large-caliber 12-millimeter machine guns lashed out in bursts at the narrow-eyed creatures. The total beating began. The girl even sang:

We will fight the enemy to the end,

The deeds of soldiers are countless!

Russians have always been able to fight,

Don't give up when trouble comes!

12 mm is a large and sharp cartridge, it pierces through bodies, and sometimes several Japanese at a time. Vedmakova controlled the weapon using hydraulic drives, which the Japanese borrowed from aviation. In the first seconds, the fighters of the Empire of the Rising Sun did not even understand what was happening and where the attack came from. They simply fell, releasing streams of blood from their stomachs and chests. The coming of death in this seemingly serene world was so unexpected. Although no, the last statement looks more like mockery.

Witcher managed to mow down several ranks before the enemy reacted and began to scatter. The pilot continued shooting, while simultaneously moving the armored car so as not to come under fire from the tankettes. Still, an aircraft cannon can penetrate even such armor. However, this also depends on the initial velocity of the projectile; on wedges it is still greater than that of fighter guns.

While the pilot was lucky, the Japanese did not immediately figure out who was sending death to them, especially since the spring rain started dripping, 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. Witcher, crushed the Japanese and sang:

From the far edges of the ocean,

Where the vault of heaven shook!

The hordes of the Sultan are rushing by,

It's as if the Antichrist has risen!

The war is merciless, evil,

Like a kite descended on Rus'!

My land is gray with wounds,

Save your mother, I pray to God!

How cruel the world is, it's terrible

The child fell and was torn to pieces!

They gave birth, pushing with pain,

So the evil Thunderer decided!

God knows no limits in anger,

He has brought disaster upon the human race!

And everyone living suffers,

Only grief counts victories!

Russia is all drenched in blood,

How cruel are you Almighty!

Where did your mission go?

Is Christ really the third, superfluous!

Why are you Ada and Eve,

Banished them from paradise for wrongdoing!

The hour has come for the cannibal,

With a cooler raid Mamaia!

The girls shed tears here,

The Germans killed my parents!

She's barefoot and it's freezing

Severe, all the rivers are frozen!

No one feels sorry for us people

Either midges or snakes sting us!

Sometimes an idea arises

What a cup of suffering to the brim!

It is futile to hope in God,

Of course it doesn't hurt him!

It"s better to live poorly and poorly,

But here we said - enough!

We have the banners of communism,

Which means no reference to my uncle!

I cannot tolerate fascism,

Our ethos is simple: to hell with that!

Hope on calloused hands,

To the mind that is in the head!

The will leads us to accomplishments,

Skill, enthusiasm in the fist!

And so, measuring in steps,

Your path to freedom and happiness!

We will become red gods,

No one can bend us!

Vedmakova sang and fired machine guns, shoot the narrow-eyed ones who had already managed to run away and lie down. But then her luck changed too; several Japanese officers apparently realized what was going on and threw several grenades at the armored car. Witcher felt her body shake. However, the Japanese grenades were fragmentation and did not penetrate the armor, apparently designed to withstand machine-gun bursts of up to 14 millimeters in caliber.

Witcher giggled:

- And then in a stubborn battle, a stray bullet - a fool! She became irritated, suddenly became wiser and hit the target more often!

In an armored personnel carrier, machine guns are powered by belt feed. This gives a large supply of bullets, in addition, water cooling is supplied, which allows you to increase the duration of shooting. Therefore, the warrior without ceremony cut off the Japanese who were throwing grenades at her. But it seems that the other fighters noticed it. Grenades flew again. A crash was heard. It looks like one of the grenades was heavy, weighing about a kilogram, and was anti-tank. The Japanese were already supplied with similar blanks. It"s weak against Chevrons and T-34s, but you can penetrate an armored car! Through the broken side, Witcher was showered with dust. The girl swore:

- Yes, Japan is small, but it causes big trouble!

The armored car began to speed up, and a couple of fragmentation grenades flew inside, where they exploded.

The fragments caught Witcher, tearing his uniform. To top it off, the broken gas tank caught fire. The girl cursed again:

- Not a machine - a general! I'd throw shit at you!

After mowing down a couple dozen more, I had to jump out of the cab. The girl did this unnoticed by the Japanese soldiers and crawled. He was not worried about himself; she wore the army uniform of the Land of the Rising Sun. And in the dark and in the rain you can"t really make out your face. Now you need to get off the highway and disappear into the bush.

The girl crawled quite quickly and at the same time came across corpses a couple of times. She muttered contentedly:

- It"s not bad that I gave the samurai a light! Now all you have to do is save it yourself!

The warrior dived into the bushes and, rising, began to walk. Fool them, maybe they won't get caught. In fact, she put up a decent fight and thought that her feat would most likely not be believed, otherwise maybe, who knows, they would have given another hero star!

In general, war is a strange thing, you kill people and it"s not just normal, but valor. As the Bible says, by the way, "Thou shalt not kill!" Nevertheless, God commanded not just to kill, but to completely exterminate the Amalekites, their wives, children, and even livestock! Although even during war, the extermination of civilians is considered immoral and vile.

However, the Western allies bombed not only and not so much military targets as they bombed civilians. This was partly due to the low accuracy of high-altitude bombers, which made it difficult to hit purely military targets, but the main thing was revenge. Japan also received a boost from the US. But there was nothing to answer them with! They simply did not have planes with such a range to reach the Yankees!

Apparently the Americans considered revenge for Peru Harbor sufficient, or rather, the top financial elite decided to act pragmatically, and at the same time put an end to Mao"s Red Army. Japan was left with 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 sweep up the whole of China. And let the Land of the Rising Sun bleed in the war with the USSR. What"s most interesting here is probably that the Japanese, having defeated Russia, are counting on getting even with America again using the help of Germany and the USA, they are thinking of wresting Siberia and other lands from exhausted Japan.

Each side thinks that they acted very cleverly, especially since America and Britain gained control of vast territories without firing a single shot. Otherwise, they would have had to take a long and tedious time to conquer them, which would have taken at least several years; these are islands after all!

Vedmakova walked, hoping to cross the front line. It"s quite possible to slip into the gap and join your own people. Or maybe even take one of the samurai prisoner. Well, it's near the most advanced positions of the Soviet army. Otherwise it will be difficult to drag.

. CHAPTER No. 5.

So for the World Oligarchy: Germany and Europe under the USSR is considered a lost zone of influence, and even a threat to the strengthened communist empire and the further expansion of Bolshevism. And for Russia under Germany, this is the expansion of its spheres of influence and the possibility of sucking out all the juice from the rich Lands. But this is really what the French oligarchs lost by losing 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 your capital, and those who did not have time to escape, then freedom or life! The example is amazing! So there is nothing surprising about 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 both in the population as a whole and in 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 drove around Paris playing harmonicas. Hitler began to prepare an invasion of England, without bothering to transfer the economy to a war footing and use the resources of conquered Europe. This cost him dearly, as did his unwillingness to negotiate with the English and renounce anti-Semitism. The latter, perhaps, would have allowed the Fuhrer to unleash all his forces for a war against the USSR and attack back in May. True, peace with Britain could have pushed Stalin to announce mobilization. It would be a signal that the enemy is already at the doorstep.

Or not, in which case it might have affected the US position towards Japan. They would not provoke the Land of the Rising Sun, and the mighty empire could open a second front! That's what happened now. Only in an even worse situation, when the army of the USSR is almost destroyed, the production of weapons has not yet been established, and they have not yet learned how to fight!

This is not the year forty-one - Soviet troops gained combat experience, learned to fight and win! So now they are not afraid of heavy tanks and planes with seven firing points on one vehicle!

A lonely Japanese man stands near a tree. So an ordinary little yellow dummy.

Witcher jumped up behind him. She jerked her head up and then twisted it... When you sharply jerk the enemy"s "pot" up, the neck muscles can no longer provide effective resistance and the "pot" easily curls up!

Well, what about one less samurai! Vedmakova looks cheerful and pleased, 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 is, of course, a mystery for more than one generation!

The most important reason is feudal fragmentation, when everyone took an allotment for themselves: they started chickens and sat in it, guarding their inheritance: out of work!

Witcherova felt that the tight and uncomfortable Japanese boots were rubbing her feet. The pilot decided that in this case there was no point in enduring the torment. She simply took off the blunt-nosed shoes that were tight and put pressure on her fingers. I felt the coolness of my native land with my bare feet and felt much more cheerful! She increased her pace and even began to jump a little!

The fact that the Russians were divided became 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, a previously 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 luckiest, but most importantly the first! And as it sounds in the Bolshevik song: it is better to be dead than second!

Stalin is not Russian, this is his main drawback! Hence the mistrust of the titular nation, and massive unjustified repressions! Give the pig horns, and the chock a kingdom!

Chuchmek on the throne and Rus' in the fold!

For example, both Tukhachevsky and Egorov were quite capable marshals, what else can be said about the rest of the repressed commanders! Can't compare with a mustachioed monkey! That's why we got into trouble!

However, how did it really happen that Stalin managed to become an absolute ruler? An illiterate Georgian was made God!

The Russian people must be ruled by a Russian Tsar! By the way, the Romanovs had almost no Russian blood and perhaps that"s why they degenerated!

Japan also had a unique form of government, where the shogun was essentially higher than the emperor, and therefore there were some advantages, since there was less chance of ruining the empire because of the heir of a fool. For centuries, the Japanese did not wage wars of conquest, but they actively fought with each other. This had some impact 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 these are not tsarist times, the great communist party rules, and the most advanced and perfect economic and political system in the world!

Witcher, however, suddenly shook her head. Not everything is right in the political system and in the way of government! For example, the people do not elect the head of state as a result of an alternative expression of will, but what happens... It must be said that the creation of the headquarters and the endowment of emergency powers to it was not provided for either by law or by the constitution. And she personally had great doubts about the abilities of the half-educated seminarian! Just like Beria: a cunning man, but poorly educated 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. Well, it's time to find a 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 with a fast MiG. By the way, lags in general are not particularly maneuverable and in this regard are no better than Fokken-Wulfs! Well, the samurai are approaching the trench, they look like battering rams crawling towards an oil puddle. There are a lot of Japanese, you need to act carefully here... Here is the captain of the army of the Land of the Rising Sun, his face is like that of a marmot. He screams something, vigorously waving his fists and dagger.

Vedmakova waited patiently for the samurai to rise to attack and hit him in the back of the head with her butt. However, he calculated the blow so that the "Japanese" would not die right away. And then she fired a burst from a submachine gun at the Japanese running to attack! Proorav:

- Cunning in war is like a sail on a ship, but only it inflates, not her!

Boy Oleg and girl Margarita fight in Stalingrad. They will stand in this city like titans.

Oleg Rybachenko looks about twelve years old. And the boy throws a grenade with his bare foot.

He throws the fascists around and says:

- Glory to the great Motherland!

Margarita also gives a well-aimed turn. Mows down the fascists and sings:

- Glory to Stalin and the sun of communism!

Oleg Rybachenko fires and adds:

- Glory to heroes!

The girl shoots and mows down the Nazis. Throws a grenade with his bare foot and squeaks:

- And glory to the great Motherland for centuries!

Thus, the boy and girl really diverged in earnest. They shoot at the Nazis and throw grenades.

The boy's bare foot throws a killer present. The boy says with wild fury:

- We are tormenting everyone!

Margarita, shooting and mowing down the enemy, squeaks:

- And there will be haymaking for the devil!

And the girl, with her bare foot, throws the gift of death. Such a warrior, capable of actually mowing down entire troops.

A boy and a girl fight in Stalingrad. They are true heroes. And knights full of brave spirit.

What did Hitler think, that after the disaster of 1941 the Russians learned nothing?

Who cares! The Red Army is ready to confront the monsters from the "E" series, let them tell: 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.

A boy and a girl fight, so that the Nazis get away from them like glass from a sledgehammer.

Children are immortal and are not afraid of anything. What are these fascists to them? More rabbits to hunt!

Oleg Rybachenko sang with a roar:

- Eh, Hitler, eh Hitler, you Hitler is a goat,

Why did you come to Russia as an ass...

You will receive from us specifically in a nickel -

You will come across 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 am a super young fighter!

And again the boy gives a turn.

And then the girl shoots too. She hits accurately and applies firmly. And at the same time he sings:

- I will crush all the fascists, and I will trim Adolf"s fat!

And again the girl is in full excitement of destruction. Everything shoots itself and shoots.

And a grenade flies from the bare foot again. It hits the fascists. Scatters like pins when hit by a ball.

Margarita sings:

- The strong blow is exceptionally well-aimed,

The coolest Povetkin flies into the ring!

Oleg Rybachenko, firing, readily confirmed:

- Povetkin is a worthy specimen, and does not run away from strong opponents!

After which the boy again throws a grenade with his bare foot and smashes the fascists like bottles and cobblestones.

And no matter how cleverly you do it, the Nazis collide. What did they want? There was no need to interfere with the USSR.

Only one thing bothers Oleg Rybachenko. The United States has already gotten rid of the Germans, and Russia will take the rap for them.

The boy, throwing a grenade again with his bare foot, sang:

- Don't be a fool, America.

Give us Alaska now...

This is our land on two banks -

It"s not for nothing that a bear is a fierce beast!

And Oleg Rybachenko gave a burst again... He mowed down the fascists. And again the boy's bare toes squeeze the grenade and throw 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 noted:

- The USSR needs a break! Although the Third Reich took better advantage of it!

And the children started shooting again...

The Germans at Stalingrad and in Stalingrad itself received terrible hell.

But in fact, what they came with is what they leave with.

More precisely, they die. The fight is so bloody and holy right.

Oleg Rybachenko really thinks during the battle that people are sometimes too naive. Either they make a genius out of Stalin, or even out of Lukashenko. But for twenty-first century Belarus, making a cult of personality out of a collective farmer is quite creepy. It's time to wise up.

And elect a new, young, progressive leader. And not demonstrate the level of intelligence of a baby in a sandbox.

Lukashenko is best characterized by this anecdote:

When everything becomes more expensive in Belarus, what is the cheapest?

Promises from President Lukashenko!

And why?

Because they cost nothing!

It's a shame for Belarusians who still vote for such a dictator. But it"s high time to wise up 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 firing a shot.

But this is due to his phenomenal luck. Putin has a lot of luck. For example, we were lucky that during the visit of the Israeli Prime Minister, an unpleasant episode occurred with his wife in Kyiv. Yes, again a manifestation of phenomenal luck. But so little real return! What if Tsar Nicholas had such phenomenal luck? More precisely, he got it; by 1935, Russia had taken possession of half the world.

And what next... Tsar Nicholas scheduled his flight into space on May 28, 1935, just on his birthday. The very first flight in the history of mankind by a Russian female cosmonaut.

And in this world, while the USSR is engaged in survival.

The battles in Stalingrad are approximately the same as in the real story of 1942. Only this time the enemy is much stronger. Both in quantity due to colonial troops and technologically.

It is especially difficult in the skies of Soviet Russia. The Nazis have a lot of strong, jet aircraft. And somehow it"s not so easy to resist.

Here are the German pilots Albina and Alvina collecting bills for themselves. They are great specialists in this matter.

How, for example, can we stop such German girls in bikinis with bare legs?

Oleg Rybachenko feels these girls.

Throws another grenade with his bare toes. Throws the fascists in all directions and says:

- Big heart of Russia!

And the terminator boy fires very aggressively. Each bullet hits the target. And Arabs, blacks, and Indians go on the attack. A huge crowd gathers.

The boy genius with his bare foot again throws a grenade, collides two large German tanks and flight:

The samurai sword is with you,

The heart and mind are pure...

Boldly leads the attack -

The path of beauty!

Margarita, shooting at the enemy, fired at the Nazis with a bazooka and squeaked:

- Extraordinary beauty!

And the warrior threw with her bare toes a very destructive gift of death. Crushed opponents. Then again with the toes of her bare foot she hurled wild destruction again. And two fascist tanks collided. Even sparks and smoke fell and fell!

Oleg exclaimed:

- Well done, eternal girl!

Margarita threw 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 battle himself. Everything goes according to plan. More precisely, it's fine for now. And the Nazis will not break through in their area.

So no matter how hard the Nazis try, in reality they will only choke on their own blood.

And their tanks will turn into scrap metal! And the Russian flag will shine over the planet!

Oleg Rybachenko acts with great energy. He throws grenades with his bare feet and sings:

- We will always have joy,

There will be a bright dream...

And beauty will come -

The fuss will be gone!

The boy genius acts with activity, which increases in proportion to the influx of Germans with rage.

Margarita acts as number two. But the girl"s bare feet are throwing grenades more and more actively.

And the fascists fall under its blows.

Oleg Rybachenko also shoots... But his thoughts are racing, returning 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 and tolerate the dictatorship of the individual.

And at least the president would be some kind of superman! And so he is a collective farmer, and even without a legal father. And allowing them to push you around for so many years.

And what"s more, there are also narrow-minded people who vote for him.

Yes, Oleg Rybachenko even developed ditties.

Tell me friends how long

Votes for Father Kolya...

It's time to elect Oleg for you -

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. Sometimes he is right, sometimes he is left. Either it goes to capitalism, or socialism. And he doesn"t have a normal team. And there is no party or ideology. Such is the cult of a very mediocre and talkative personality. At least Stalin and Lenin knew what they wanted! And this dictator? He doesn"t even know whether he"s right or left!

No, without 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 bogeyman.

There was no optimal government. And under Brezhnev there was insanity - how could such a person be appointed head of the USSR. And in his youth, Brezhnev did not look like an intellectual, but in his old age he fell into insanity. And in general, it"s a shame that the head of state could not string together two words without a piece of paper. But you should have been able to do this!

Oleg Rybachenko threw a lethal double grenade with his bare foot and sang:

- But live as before,

But live according to Brezhnev!

I'm dumb, dumb, I can't!

And don't let the snowstorm go!

Margarita threw the explosive package with her bare toes. She scattered the Nazis like apples shaken from a branch.

The girl sang:

- Apple trees in bloom,

Solovyov's tunes...

I'll come to you -

There will be rehashes!

The girl smiled widely and dazzlingly. Her teeth are like pearls, they sparkle so much.

Yes, this couple fights well.

Oleg Rybachenko took it and sang:

- Our fists with steel,

Claws, teeth and fangs...

They are so eager for a real fight!

And again the terminator boy fires very accurately. And bloody drops rain down from the Nazis.

No, there will be no mercy. Enemies will choke.

Meanwhile, Natasha and her team are fighting in Sukhumi.

The Nazis storm the coast. The fight is, of course, 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 girls are like Jedi!

Zoya also launched a grenade with her bare foot. She scattered the Nazis and squeaked confidently:

- I am what can bury everyone in the grave!

Aurora fires next. Also a girl who, when she hits, it"s not a fly hit at all.

The red-haired devil took it and buzzed:

- I am the color of a fox, and of the greatest beauty!

And again he will take it barefoot and throw away the gift of death! This is really the girl you need.

And then Svetlana is going crazy! And she will scatter and crush everyone, as if devils from all over hell had moved into her.

Yes, the girls here, of course, have such bared teeth that they can tear off any jaw without any problems.

And if necessary, then half a head!

Natasha shoots at the enemy and roars:

- I am such a tough warrior that even a bull won"t trample against me! I'll break his head!

Zoya confidently confirmed:

- I"ll break the horns too!

And the girl"s bare foot throws a grenade. And two Nazi tanks will collide.

And then Aurora will hit you. And he will also launch a murderous thing with his bare foot.

And it will roar:

- Glory to Stalin, may he grow wiser!

Aurora is truly evil. What is it like to fight on two fronts? After all, this actually means suicide.

And why did Stalin bring Russia to this?

The girl will again launch the killer gift of death with her bare toes and squeal:

- Glory to the new leader!

Well, that's right! Stalin even has a low forehead. And this is a sign of low intelligence.

Svetlana shoots herself. And he throws a grenade with his bare feet. Scatters opponents. Destroys them and screams:

- Glory to the Russian gods!

And again the bare heel will throw something very destructive.

The girls here are of such a caliber that the Krauts will not take them.

Four girls are a tremendous force. And most importantly, they are wearing only panties.

And this gives them a colossal ability to fight.

Natasha is firing. African warriors, even Indians and Arabs, are moving like an avalanche.

The Germans use them as cannon fodder. Using it in battles without any pity or regret. And of course, they take it in numbers.

Sukhumi has already been cut off by land. And this is very bad. Soon we will run out of ammunition and will have to retreat.

But so far the girls still don"t want to give in. They dream of victory. Even though the forces are unequal. And Moscow is surrounded.

This worries Natasha. She throws a grenade with her bare foot. Tears apart enemies and sings:

- If there is a capital!

Zoya also threw an explosive package with her bare foot and squeaked:

- The Russian river will not dry up!

And she hit the enemy with all the barrels, a homemade recoilless weapon, with ferocity.

And destroyed a couple of tanks...

But the attack aircraft are starting to press from above.

So what if they are reactive?

Aurora fired her rocket launcher. Hit a German car. Made her fall.

After which the red-haired beast cooed:

- Communism without borders!

Then Svetlana began to fire. And mowed down the black fighters. And then he throws the lemon like a bare foot.

And it will roar:

- Glory to the new gods!

Natasha fired at the enemy and squeaked:

- To the Russian gods!

And from the throw of her bare foot, the plane explodes.

These are Terminator girls. If they fight, then no one can control them.

Zoya also throws something at the enemy that kills any force. And something that destroys the enemy. And the warrior, baring her teeth, squeals:

- Planes to the coffin!

And bare fingers again throw the gift of death.

And then Aurora will throw a lemon at the enemy. He will take it and roar:

- The future is ours!

Svetlana, baring her teeth, said:

- For communism and new achievements!

And again he threw a grenade with his bare foot. And he will kill everyone. Well, if not all, then some for sure.

The Nazis reached into the jug. And that's their problem. Here you can see the Jagdtiger self-propelled gun. An outdated car, but very lethal. A pioneer boy crawls up to her. And he slips a mine.

And the self-propelled gun explodes trivially.

The boy sticks out his tongue and sings:

- Let's drink to the Motherland, let's drink to Stalin!

Let's drink and pour again!

We pioneers will kill Hitler!

The fascists get it. Although it is difficult for the Red Army. The city of Grozny is surrounded by the Nazis, but they are still fighting there. The girls are at their best here too.

Here Tamara is fighting. She is in a bathing suit and barefoot. And the weather is hot and the girl is more agile this way. The beauty is firing. With his bare foot he launches explosive packages at the fascists and sings:

- Hitler will soon receive nails in his coffin,

It will be like a spider burning in fire...

Demons will torment you in the underworld -

Those who worshiped Satan!

And again, a very deadly lemon flies from the beauty"s bare heel and smashes the Nazis.

Maria says with a chuckle:

- Grenades will kill!

And pats Tamara on the shoulder. Two girls are fighting, and at the top there is a Red flag, riddled with bullets.

The girls are barefoot and almost without clothes, but they do not intend to surrender the Soviet city.

Maria sang a cheerful song. And at the same time she fired mercilessly and murderously;

There are many great people,

whose deeds live on for centuries,

there are many great names,

who are called immortal.

There are many fairy-tale heroes

who have preserved the melody of epics,

but the simplest of all the heroes

and dear to us all is one.

He spent his childhood among the mountains,

watched the flight of birds,

received from the mountains as an inheritance

the beauty of eagle wings.

His name, thundering,

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 announces

Fanzam - peace, the end - to the palaces.

Stalin is the banner of happiness,

the dawn of humanity!

May beloved Stalin live

for many, many long years!

The girls sang well. Veronica and Victoria joined Maria and Tamara.

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 is higher than glory!

. CHAPTER No. 6

Victoria, shooting at opponents and firing, grins:

- For the future expanses of communism!

And four beauties, almost naked and barefoot, laugh.

They are such eagle girls of the highest order.

Mirabela and Anastasia are fighting in the sky. And they also brainwash the fascists.

Mirabela tweets with a smile:

Everything will be fine in the world,

Love your homeland passionately!

And again, with his bare toes, through the open window, he would throw a lemon. And he"ll give a damn about the fascists. Another hit car falls.

This is the trick - you have to hit it like that.

Anastasia says with a chuckle:

- Lenin would have praised you!

Mirabela shot down a couple of German cars with one burst, and remarked:

- Stalin, without any doubt, too!

Anastasia cut down three Nazi planes and confirmed:

- Without any doubts!

The girls are so cool. And most importantly beautiful. They have heat and at the same time cold calculation.

Mirabela, shooting down another plane, remarked:

- Everything in our world is relative...

Anastasia giggled and muttered angrily:

- Without unnecessary philosophy!

And she also opened the window and threw a grenade with her bare foot. This time the ME-262 exploded.

Mirabela nodded in agreement.

- You did great!

Anastasia, baring her teeth, added:

- I did what I did!

And both warriors burst out laughing. And they wink at each other.

Yes, the heroism is impressive.

In the summer of 1946, fierce battles broke out for the city on the Volga. The women's sniper battalion under the command of Captain Alena Ogurtsova took a defensive position in the ruins on Volodarsky Street. Girls with machine guns and shotguns, tied with bundles of grenades, were hiding behind the ruins.

Alena herself is wearing a spotted tunic over her naked body, short pants, and barefoot. A beautiful and curvy girl, with strong hips, a thin waist, and a short bob haircut. The face is very expressive, with a masculine chin and wide-set blue eyes. Brown hair turned gray from 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 abrasions and bruises. It is easier for a girl to move around barefoot than in rough and clumsy boots.

The bare sole senses the slightest vibration of the soil, warns of the proximity of a mine, and mother earth herself adds endurance. The girl"s feet, on the one hand, have become rough, and are not afraid of hot metal, or the sharp rubble of ruins, but on the other hand, they have not lost sensitivity and flexibility, warning through the roar of the movement of tanks.

Sweet Alenka is holding a grenade with an explosion package attached in her hands. You have to crawl to the formidable German Lion tank, which is spraying the streets with machine guns.

Maria crawls next to her. Also barefoot, like all the girls from the battalion, they turned out to be wearing boots, imitating their commander. Her dusty soles are sharpening as the girl crawls on all fours. Maria's yellow hair is dirty and long... Slightly curly. The girl herself is slender, thin, and short. She could even be mistaken for a girl, with narrow shoulders and a seemingly large head.

But Maria has already experienced a lot. She managed to visit fascist captivity, surviving cruel torture, and the mines, from where, by some incomprehensible miracle, she managed to escape. But looking at her childish, tender face, you would never be able to tell that they beat her on the heels with rubber sticks and passed an electric current through her body.

Maria shoots... A soldier of the Third Reich, in this case an Arab, falls dead, kicking up sand and rubble with his muzzle.

Alenka slips a bunch of grenades under a pile of garbage. Now a ninety-ton "Lion" will crawl here and blow it up. The girl"s blue eyes sparkle like sapphires on a face dark from tan and dust.

Experience suggests that a well-protected tank will now change position. "Lion" has 100 mm of side armor, and even at an angle. Thirty-fours cannot penetrate it; only heavy Keveshki have a chance. But caterpillars are the goal. The main thing is to deprive the car of mobility...

Anyuta fires a burst from a machine gun... A soldier of unknown nationality falls. 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 have been taught from the cradle to hate Bolshevik Russia. Ukrainian nationalists, Don Cossacks, Chechens, and the entire Caucasian Kaganate are fighting here. Hitler raised an entire international.

There are many enemies...

Anyuta deftly dodges the machine gun fire. The bullet almost split the girl"s round heel, blackened with dust. The beautiful captain even felt a tickle from how close the large-caliber gift flew. The girl crossed herself, whispering:

"Not even a bullet can stop us!"

Maria fires back... Another girl, Alla, is very red-haired, above average height, and muscular, despite her meager rations. She is also a very pretty girl, with luxurious hips, a taut waist, unwomanly wide shoulders, and high breasts.

Alla is fighting in only her shorts, her tunic was torn to shreds and crumbled into dust, and new uniforms are not supplied across the Volga. May God grant that we transfer some more ammunition and a little food for the exhausted Soviet troops.

So Alla is almost naked, her legs are scratched, especially her knees. A shrapnel hit the sole of my right foot, and it hurts and it"s hard to walk.

Red-haired, dusty, almost naked Alla twists her pretty, but at the same time tough face. The girl, shooting, says:

- The Lord is above us, Moscow and Stalin!

And she cuts off the attacking Nazis, barely having time to roll back.

The ruins and narrow streets make it difficult for the menacing German tanks to turn around. Almost two hundred ton "Mauses" cannot pass at all...

As Anyuta expected, the "Lion" drove a little and ran into a pile of garbage. There was an explosion. The caterpillar burst and a pair of damaged rollers flew off.

The wounded tank stopped and a shell flew out of its barrel...

It rumbled somewhere in the distance, disappearing into ruins. Anyuta hissed like a snake:

- This is my calculation! Opened an account...

The girl captain is forced to crawl away again. The Germans and their satellites cannot use their technical superiority in the rubble. Due to the fault of the stubborn Hitler, the hordes of the Third Reich got bogged down in positional battles in a fairly large and well-fortified city.

Maria throws a grenade. Forcing the hit Germans or Arabs to do somersaults, turning over. One of Hitler's fighters' hand is torn off, and an English watch with a compass hangs on it.

Maria says with a smile:

- What the compass shows you is the path to hell!

And a beautiful girl shakes a piece of stuck ceramic from her dusty heel.

Alla is also shaking off the dust from her firm, full chest. The nipples are almost black from dirt and itchy. Try to wash yourself. Again you have to bury yourself when the German submachine guns fire. And crawl on your bellies.

The girls' battalion holds its position, although there is shelling. And heavy shells explode, and bombs fall from the sky... But nothing will break the courage of Soviet heroines.

Anyuta sees the Panther crawling by. Well, this tank is not so scary anymore.

You can punch it into the side. The girl sneezed and spat out the dust that was falling into her graceful mouth. She took a grenade in her hand, weighted with an explosion package. You need to creep up unnoticed. But there is so much smoke around.

Anyuta began to crawl up, resting on the drain with her bare toes and elbows. She resembled a cat stalking a mouse. The girl remembered the war from that terrible summer of forty-one, when the Wehrmacht treacherously invaded the vast expanses of the USSR. Was the girl, almost the girl, scared? At first yes, but then you get used to it. And you already perceive the constant explosions of shells as an ordinary noise.

And now it exploded very close. The girl slaps on her stomach. From above, fragments fly by like a flock of wild bees. Anyuta whispers with cracked lips:

- In the name of justice, Lord!

The girl accelerates her crawl and throws a grenade with an attached explosive package at a run. The gift flies in an arc. There is an explosion and the Panther's thinner side armor gives way. The German tank begins to burn and the combat kit detonates.

Anyuta whispers with a smile:

- Thank you, O Almighty Jesus! I trust you alone! I pray to you alone!

The panther is destroyed. The torn off long trunk is buried in the rubble. The frontal armor, separated from the side armor, resembles a scoop.

Anyuta, whose eyes sparkle like cornflowers on her face brown from dust and tan, says:

- The more oak trees the enemy has, the stronger our defense!

Alla is very sexy in her black panties and naked, dusty, strong body. The girl is very clever. She can throw glass shards with her bare toes.

Now she threw a sharp object with her graceful foot covered with a layer of dust. And it stabbed straight into the fascist"s throat. Beautiful Alla babbled:

- And I am a sex symbol, and a symbol of death!

The girl then crawled again, shooting. Anyuta also fired.

The beautiful captain, having cut down the fascist, tweeted:

- Life is a chain, and little things are the links...

Maria fired, cut open Fritz"s head and added:

- It"s impossible not to attach importance to the link!

Anyuta, again shooting accurately, rasped:

- But you can"t dwell on little things...

Maria added as if firing:

- Otherwise the chain will envelop you!

Another girl, Matryona, also very beautiful, together with the pioneer Seryozhka, prepared a mine on the wire. The two of them pushed it... An insidious booger crawled into the Tiger-2 caterpillar. And how this long-barreled German machine will explode.

The blond boy Sergei exclaimed:

- Our Russia, a parasha for you!

And he barely had time to jump away, flashing his black, knocked-down heels, 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 even very inventive. 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 scare us!

The pioneer boy sang with pathos:

- The Russian warrior is not afraid of death,

Death under the starry sky will not take us!

He will fight hard for holy Rus',

I loaded the mighty machine gun!

Matryona, a tall, muscular girl, with wide hips and shoulders, is a typical peasant woman. The clothes were torn into rags during the battles, the strong legs were bare, the hair was braided into two braids and was very dusty.

Seryozhka is only eleven years old, thin from malnutrition, a scratched and dirty boy, wearing only shorts. The boy's naturally white hair has turned gray, and his ribs are visible through his thin, tanned and dirty skin. My legs were terribly broken and covered in burns, bruises, and blisters. True, fate protected the child from serious injuries.

Compared to him, Matryona seems big and fat, although the girl is not fat at all, but with strong, trained meat on her bones. Moreover, the hunger did not seem to affect her portly and large figure at all.

A girl fires a heavy anti-tank rifle. You can"t penetrate German vehicles head-on, but there is a chance to hit the tracks.

And the hefty "Lev", having received a heavy explosive in the chassis, began to blow smoke like a heavy smoker.

Seryozhka sang sarcastically:

- Stinky Fritz, without thinking, lit a cigarette at the entrance! He, of course, got into big trouble!

Matryona, flashing her muscular, tanned calves, tap-danced with her bare, beautiful feet. The girl sang:

- The faces of Russian saints flash from the icon... God forbid you kill at least a thousand Krauts! And if someone buzzes more than the fascists, no one, believe me, will judge you for that!

Then she reloaded the anti-tank rifle and fired again. The German transporter again released a stream of smoke.

The girls' battalion inflicted significant damage on the Krauts. But he himself suffered losses. One girl was torn in half, and her face became so pale, despite the dust.

Most of Stalingrad has already been captured by the Nazis, but what is left of the city does not want to give in and surrender.

Anyuta, meanwhile, is trying to break through the Tiger. A powerful German car was hit in the side by a grenade, but did not succumb. Turns around to fire the cannon. The girl has to bury herself in the ground and rubble so that the released gift is not crushed by the blast wave.

Anyuta quietly whispers:

- Mom, dad, I'm sorry!

Maria threw a grenade at the Tiger, which exploded on its forehead. The girl hissed:

- About the fact that light is the teaching in winter in spring... I repeat without exception that Hitler is a pestilent bastard!

Alla, breaking the aim of the fascists and spraying them with a burst of fire, muttered:

- In the coffin, I saw the Fuhrer now! And she kicked the wretched man right in the eye!

The red-haired girl actually threw a grenade into the tank with her bare fingers. It hit the barrel... An explosion followed and the Tiger's barrel was distorted.

The cowardly German took it and backed away.

Anyuta whined through her nostrils:

- Ours will not yield to yours!

Maria cut down Hitler"s hireling with a bullet and sang:

- But the villain is not joking! Hands, feet, he's twisting Russian ropes! It sinks its teeth into the very heart... It drinks the Fatherland to the dregs!

Anyuta giggled and barked:

- The Fuhrer is screaming wildly, straining himself!

Maria fired and added:

- Well, death puffs and grins!

Now an even more dangerous "Shtumrtiger" has appeared. It destroys entire buildings and bunkers. Moreover, it does not approach the positions of Soviet troops. The car is kept under cover by German machine gunners.

Anyuta sees that it is impossible to get close to the Kraut positions. But there are Focke-Wulfs in the sky. One of these vehicles flies closer to Soviet positions. The girls open fire on her.

Alla throws a grenade and says furiously:

- In deep death there is no forgiveness!

After which the girl fires a burst from a machine gun. Rolls back quickly. A relatively new German tank "Panther"-2 with a small turret and a lower silhouette quickly approaches.

Several girls throw grenades at a German car. She, having received the gifts, freezes and is unable to turn around.

Alla whistled and hissed:

- This is a new attack! We'll tear her jaws apart!

Panther 2 snarled and fired its more powerful weapon.

The column of fire split the air and instantly heated and electrified the atmosphere.

Alla giggled, the shells flew past the half-naked girl. The shameless redhead shook her hips and wrote:

- And Newton defeated his enemies, threw off the yoke from the throne! He decreed his Newton's law to the Fritz!

Stalingrad was completely engulfed in fires, when tongues of fire seemed to be licking the sky and purple, orange, and scarlet sparks were crackling! And every spark is like a ghost escaping from a hellish castle.

Anyuta, having knocked down a German fighter, flashed her blue eyes and sang:

- Why are you whining, you stupid old lady? Believe me, it"s just a crazy person crying for you!

Maria chanted as she fired at the Nazis:

- How nice it is to lie down on the grass and hit the Krauts in the head! Give the Fuhrer a poultice and shoot 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 received shrapnel under its belly and quickly soared higher. Apparently sharp fragments injured him. The fascist creature caught fire and began to lose pieces of its broken wings.

Anyuta, seeing how Focke was losing altitude, croaked:

- This is a semaphore! There's an ax hanging 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 ruin, not the pilot!

Maria sneezed, dispersing the 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 that it hit the Fritz in the eye and came out through the back of the head:

- I am a tank armada! And you need treatment!

The Germans and their satellites tried to advance, throwing grenades in front of them. Such tactics did not work against girls. So Seryozhka deployed the catapult, and how it hit the enemy in response.

The pioneer boy roared:

- Santa Claus tearing Hitler's jaws apart!

The catapult charge, piercing the crowd of fascists, caused them to fly apart and at the same time turn over in the air. The Fritzes fell and were smashed against the rubble of the walls.

The Tiger-2 tank, having lost its balance, collided with the Lion. Eh, Leva, where is your formidable name?

Anyuta smiled and answered:

- Well, Seryozhka is great!

The boy barked aggressively:

- The pioneer is always ready!

The girl captain began nailing again. And Matryona tickled Seryozhka"s narrow foot, how hard it is! No wonder the boy is not afraid to run through fires.

Maria chanted and said:

- Youth is good - old age is bad!

Alla, this cheerful redhead, agreed:

- There is nothing worse than old age! This is truly the most disgusting state of all!

And the girl did a flip jump. She imagined disgusting grandmothers for a moment. No, you can"t compare an old woman with a girl. And what beauty there is in slender bodies.

Alla took it and sang:

- Year after year flows like a caravan,

An old woman grinds henna in a mortar...

And what about my slender figure?

I don"t understand how my youth disappeared!

Anyuta flashed her eyes, knocked the German down with a hit in the groin and remarked:

- No! Still, there is such a charm in war - to remain forever young! Always drunk!

Matryona put a new charge into the catapult. This is something like a good mortar. The girl hissed:

- Don't pass, but pass!

Seryozhka shuffled with his thin but nimble leg and barked:

- Fritsam face!

And the grenade, along with the explosion package, flew at full speed into the Nazi positions.

Yes, Stalingrad was not given to them. The assault has been going on for three months since the end of June, but the city has not been captured. The Nazis achieved success in other sectors of the front, but not in this one.

Anyuta fired a pistol and growled:

- Everything is impossible, it happens possible... There is no need to make the universe very complicated!

And it hit the motorcycle's gas tank. The car exploded, and fiery whirlwinds illuminated the smoky landscape. And the German was torn apart by a fiery paw.

The girl captain shouted:

- I love killing evil! And this is the highest good!

Maria hit the Germans with a burst of fire and hissed:

- Let's play porcupine!

Alla opened fire, more accurately. Several blacks were left lying on the spear-covered rubble:

- Kill the enemy! - The girl whispered.

Maria sang playfully:

- Having painted Hitler with lipstick, Mainstein with hairspray, I will drag you into captivity of the princess, your faithful dog will gnaw you!

Anyuta, firing, hissed:

- Let's hang ourselves this evening, Adolf... Stop fooling around! Come on in the evening, fly like a gyrfalcon - so that you can beat the Nazis hard!

Maria said in rage, knocking the helmet off the stormtrooper"s head:

- We can! And we will!

Girls from the Lenin battalion stopped the advance of the foreign army. The Fritz moved forward, literally littering the space with corpses. The Lion tank, on which hopes were pinned, also did not help. Here is a modification of the vehicle with a 150 mm cannon.

Alla knocks over 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 travels further.

"Lion" received a gap in the track and stopped. Shot from his powerful mouth. A crash and a collapse.

Alla, spitting, says:

- A Russian warrior does not groan in pain!

And again the girl shoots. And he does it extremely accurately. The fascist leaning out of the tower falls back.

A red-haired, almost naked girl says:

- It"s in vain that the enemy believes that he managed to break the Russians! He who is brave will attack in battle, we will fiercely beat our enemies!

And Alla rolls out her abdominal muscles, which she has very defined.

Oh, how beautiful the girls are! I really don"t want any of them to die.

Ekaterina ran by... A very beautiful girl, with fluffy, white hair. She somehow manages to smear them with some kind of potion so that they don"t get dirty.

The girl is very beautiful, with the figure of Venus, only more toned and sculpted. She's wearing only a bra and panties. Everything else has already been torn apart. But how graceful the legs are! This is not a girl, but a seal of perfection, a crown of beauty.

She moves in a special way, like a squirrel. And the bare feet just flicker, and the heels surprisingly remain clean. Catherine shoots, and the fascist gets an ulcer in his chest.

The girl says:

- Loyalty to the Motherland is the highest word!

Alla remarked with a chuckle:

- Take off your bra and stay in your panties like me!

Catherine shook her head negatively:

- This is not appropriate!

Alla shook her hips, fired accurately and sang:

- Somehow Komsomol members have become unusual! Walking around bare-chested like that is very indecent!

Catherine giggled and remarked:

- Why bring joy to the Krauts by looking at our beauty!

Alla answered decisively:

- Our beauty is deadly!

Katya giggled and fired at the TA-200. The Nazis' car caught fire. And the beautiful blonde blurted out:

- Death to evil!

Alla giggled:

- And life is good!

Catherine, seeing that the German was falling, growled:

- This is the highest value! Don't think, fascists, that you have won!

How Allah will sing:

- Victory awaits! Victory awaits... Those who want to break the shackles! Victory awaits! Victory awaits! We will be able to defeat the Nazis!

A beautiful girl, and her naked breasts are shaking. It's good with a naked torso in the heat, which is intensified by the fire.

Anyuta now looked much more determined. She fired at the Krauts with a submachine gun and barked:

- I'll castrate you!

And indeed the Nazis received deadly gifts and coffins! And the girl showed them the idea, let"s build bare toes. And she whistled like a robber nightingale. And through the fingers of the lower extremities.

The girl captain is very smart. And sparkling. And not at all cruel. She, too, sometimes feels sorry for the enemy soldiers, who may have children who will cry for their murdered fathers.

Anyuta, however, drives away such thoughts from herself, they make her want to cry. 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 burst into Russian spaces.

Anyuta crossed herself and shot at the Fritz, who was trying to quietly get close to the Russian positions... His eye and brain, knocked out by a bullet, leaked out.

The girl captain smiled and said wittily:

- Straight eye to eye, head to head!

Anyuta fired accurately and hit a motorcycle with a sidecar. The car began to tear, and the machine gun flew off and turned over several times. Then his muzzle pierced the rubble.

The girl rubbed her bare, dusty sole on the rubble. And she took aim again. Her cheerful, young face grinned contentedly. The girl sang:

"No," we told the fascists, our people will not tolerate Russian fragrant bread being called "brod!"

Maria made a very accurate shot, which set the Focke-Wulf on fire, and chirped:

For a scoundrel, of course, the choice is clear,

He is ready to betray Rus' for dollars...

But the Russian man is so wonderful -

I am ready to give my life for my Motherland!

The girl did a somersault and showed the Nazis a cookie, and spun around, and the bullets did not hit the beauty.

Alla appeared, this beauty, almost naked, and grimy like a devil, threw a grenade with both legs at once. And she checked:

- What I have is... To the Fritz in the sharp side!

Matryona corrected Alla:

- Sharp, to the side, not to the sharp side!

The girl giggled and shook her watermelon breasts, and launched a grenade using a grenade with an explosion package. "Tiger" was hit in the barrel, and this crooked work of art dodged.

After which Hitler"s creature retreated. She began to crawl like a turtle caught in a fire.

Anyuta sang, winking cheerfully:

- And the Tiger is backing away and the Germans are hiding!

The girls' battalion maneuvered under attacks from air and heavy guns. Then the rocket launchers hit, broken, hot cliffs rose into the sky. And the stones caught fire. Fortunately, none of the girls died, but the men went to the other world - who are not so sorry! And souls fly - some to heaven, and others to hell! Where the devils with pitchforks are already waiting for those who did not believe in Jesus.

Alla, the sexiest of warriors, is furious: can the Nazis, with their Sturmtiger, fire at the positions of the Soviet troops and kill the Red warriors?

. CHAPTER No. 7

And the girl grabbed a grenade with her bare feet and spun in cascades of somersaults. And it spun more and more quickly. And then, with all her might, she threw the gift of death into the wide barrel of the Sturmtiger. The beauty's bare, tanned legs flashed, and a grenade flew into the wide barrel. And the powerful car first choked and then exploded. The two "Royal Tigers" that stood on the sides of the "Sturmtiger" were thrown up and scattered in different directions. The rollers were torn off from them, and they fell, flying like the queen"s broken necklace.

The blast wave threw Alla up, and the girl flew upside down. And she was turned over, rocked and thrown. But the beauty still landed, sharp rubble, and crushed stones dug into her bare soles. The girl was in pain, and even through her calloused foot, a sharp point pierced.

But Alla found the strength to stand up and yell:

- You fascists will be in ashes!

Anyuta and the other girls were thrown up by the blast wave and even slightly crushed. But not one of the beautiful warriors died. The girls met with hurricane and well-aimed fire. Suppressing the jumped-out Nazis and other aggressive insects besieging the USSR.

Maria sang with great enthusiasm:

- And when the trumpet of the Lord blows us into battle, we will be friends together with the Komsomol! And by the will of Jehovah I will be at the heavenly roll call!

Alla, shaking off the dust from her bloody, broken soles, sang:

- Lenin, party, Komsomol! We are sending the Fuhrer to the madhouse!

The girls began to laugh deafeningly, and Seryozhka said with alarm and annoyance:

- And my catapult is not as accurate - like these bare and strong legs of Alla!

Matryona, flexing her arm muscles, said:

- That is OK! You'll come up with something else. Something cooler!

Witchakova returned from the front line and 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 a hundred million Japan with another seventy million Manchuria and Thailand could transfer infantry in abundance. In a certain sense, it is easier to fight with the USSR than with the USA, since a battle with the latter requires a lot of expensive ships and by no means cheap aircraft. But infantry with light and cheap rifles and machine guns copied from the Schmeisters can be supplied in large quantities! Every Japanese boy from the age of seven knows how to assemble and disassemble a machine gun! But of course it takes time to transfer troops from the island to the continent. And having received reinforcements, move deep into Soviet territory again!

Having received the call, Witcherova hoped that she would finally receive a new fighter and fight in the sky. The girl was brought to Vladivostok in an Emka. The pilot felt like a terminator. The fellow traveler turned out to be a gray-haired old man, despite his advanced age, who wore only sergeant's stripes.

He boastfully stated:

- Oh, you young people! Do you know that I fought with the Japanese back in tsarist times!

Witcher asked doubtfully:

- Really? Or maybe you also received a cross?

The grandfather, shaking his gray beard, swore:

- There is no cross, no medals! So he fought as a private for a year and three months! What do you think, everyone can receive titles and medals? Especially under the tsar, when the privates were not very favored!

Witcher agreed:

- Yes, under the tsar there was class inequality! But these are different times. By the way, how do you like the Japs! I mean, was the enemy strong?

The old man answered, flashing his iron teeth:

- Not weak, although if our command were smarter, they would not have given up Port Arthur and Manchuria! They are not such a strong enemy.

Emka drove slowly, the road was damaged by bombs and artillery. We could talk.

Witcher asked a little more quietly:

- Were ours stronger?

The old man briskly, as if he were a wind-up toy, nodded a couple of times:

- In some ways, yes! For example, the Japanese have twenty times more shooting ranges than we do. Before being sent to the front, I only took part in 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 in white overcoats. Naturally after we gained some military experience. The Japanese have much less ability in military affairs than we do, despite their longer training. But their rifles hit much more accurately than our Mostina club.

Vedmakova agreed without reservation:

- Yes, sure! You're right about that! The Japanese, like the Germans, pay too much attention to drill training.

The old man shook his head:

- Vice versa! Far less than what we have in the tsarist army! Well, if even before the First World War, they began to train soldiers better, and at least changed their uniforms, then... Not an army, but a complete marching game!

Witcherova remarked, not without malice:

- Before the war, we also paid a lot of attention to marching in parades! Apparently, the smart one learns from other people"s mistakes, the foolish one learns from his own, who doesn"t learn at all, who?

Grandfather remarked:

- Training is a profitable business! But with supplies, we generally had a complete blockage. No guns, no cartridges! They often went hungry, the soldiers were sick - there was no medicine! More people died from typhus and other abominations than from Japanese bullets. It was such a bad war. Kuropatkin is an idiot! No flanking maneuvers, no camouflage, he directly threw people into trenches under machine guns. We were used as cannon fodder. It all ended very badly, in defeat. As they say, I barely dragged my feet. True, I can be quite proud of the fact that I escaped captivity! Like wounds too!

The girl, curious, asked:

- And the Japanese themselves have become better or worse! In terms of his fighting qualities.

The old man first lit a rolled-up cigarette, and only then answered:

- It is difficult to judge this objectively. Armies have changed, tanks, aircraft, and submachine guns have appeared. In terms of progress, the ships have not changed that much, nor have the guns. But the stupidity of the command remained the same, so screw up the attack on Vladivostok!

The Witcher flashed her green eyes:

- There is no excuse for this!

The old man agreed:

- And it can"t be! After all, they knew that the enemy was preparing a dirty trick, and there was no way to react to it! As if they had set me up. But the truce with the Pindos is a clear sign that a strong blow is about to follow.

Witcher giggled:

- 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 parasitic countries, thieving countries that suck the blood of those who are stupider and weaker!

The pilot nodded her red head:

- I agree here!

The old man insisted:

- Agree that our command is idiots, and even traitors! This is how to set up our fleet, worse than the Pindos!

Witcher 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 like a worker or collective farmer in the rear, but you get good rations and a salary. On the other hand, you don"t risk your life while serving in the Far East. Yes, a paradise for slackers and cowards.

The old man objected:

"Soldiers and officers don"t fight that bad." Here is Khabarovsk, they still haven"t surrendered.

Witcher agreed:

- Russian warrior, special warrior! But as Brusilov said: our soldiers are excellent, our officers are good, our generals are mediocre, and the tsar is completely bad!

Grandfather grunted displeasedly:

- If our commander was not Kuropatkin, but Brusilov: we would win! Alas, it was overwritten! It must be said that under the tsar, Russian generals became smaller: under Suvorov there was a whole galaxy of outstanding commanders! However, Stalin is a Georgian, and as they say, Georgians...

The 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 turned out to be 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 mass sabotage, because of which the Yaks fell apart in the air! Moreover, it"s the brand new Yaks!

Witcher nodded her head:

- I heard about it! Really disgraceful! But I hope the culprits are punished and the problem is corrected!

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!

Witcher did not argue. She fell silent, staring blankly out the window. Now the threat of defeat of the USSR has become much more tangible. It turned out that even Moscow is not protected from air raids. At least it doesn't have enough protection to withstand a massive air raid!

Well, the war is moving into a slightly different stage... True, in the battles of Stalingrad, the Germans also had air supremacy, but it did not bring the desired victory! However, the Krauts had an advantage that was not so overwhelming! After all, new Soviet aircraft regularly arrived at the front! But it must be said that the level of combat training among the pilots was very low. Most newbies had no more than 8 hours of flight time. 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 the fuel supply has become much easier. However, the emergence of a large number of new aircraft will create a problem for the Krauts as well.

By the way, it was reported that several US citizens were captured among the pilots of the downed bombers. The latter did not come as a surprise at all! The Luftwaffe doesn't have enough pilots for the new bombers, so they found volunteers!

I wonder how the Soviet command will respond to this? After all, there is nothing to get to 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 attacking Berlin, it will move without air escort, and the Germans can intercept it with their planes. 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 produce enough of these machines to attack 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 the world! It is very difficult to win alone, and also with a weak Japan on the second front.

The best thing that can be done in this situation is to try to drive a wedge between the Allies and Germany. But how to do this? Beria had already instructed her to do something similar using a destroyer received from the Americans. It could have been a good provocation, but Anna didn"t have time.

It seems that she is not to blame - what if it"s not fate, but an unpleasant aftertaste still gnaws at her. As if maybe if she had arrived a day earlier, everything would have been different!

However, it"s not impossible! But she arrived as soon as she received orders from Beria!

In general, Lavrenty Palych is a master of provocations. Japan attacked Peru Harbor, not without his participation!

The fact is that, as if by chance, the intelligence of the Land of the Rising Sun came into possession of documents about US plans to launch a series of preventive strikes using aircraft carriers, including those based in Peru Harbor!

In addition, the Americans are fools: they provoked Japan to 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 a war with Japan. In 1940 they had only 400 tanks, and information about 1941 is secret, but it is unlikely that there were more than a thousand of them even then! So America jumped into the war, being completely unprepared! Well, Japan is also not very armed. If it had about two and a half thousand tanks, and light ones, then, for example, there was no long-range aviation at all!

So the valiant pilots of the Land of the Rising Sun did not bomb the USA! But they just got screwed! And now they have decided to take revenge on the USSR, relying primarily on their infantry, dreaming of repeating the success of the times of Tsar Nicholas II!

The Witcher became bored and began to sing:

How difficult life is, Lord, alas,

You yourself put on the crown of thorns!

No, don't blow my head off

A new day promises problems for us!

Dreams immediately scattered to dust,

The cruel worm gnaws with passion!

And pain and sorrow in your eyes,

What to curb, no one has the power!

But what, God, can you

Since he himself ascended the cross of Golgotha!

Dreams about happiness are illusory,

Widows roar and groan!

There is no earth more terrible than the world,

Sketch of war, the brush is covered in blood!

The hysterical foam of ether,

Break the web right away!

And if you want my life,

Then God throw me into Gehenna!

I still love you,

In progress I believe in change!

I believe that a person

Capable of becoming cleaner and higher!

That the suffering of centuries will end,

We will become like brother Almighty!

What will we command?

In the vastness of star ships!

That our valiant army,

It will shine stronger than the Quasar!

Life will never go out

And everyone will be human!

Like an endless ray of the year,

With a boundless and blissful age!

Communism will become real

Believe it will be better than you dreamed!

Progress forward, up, not down,

Let there be joy - no sadness!

Vedmakova finished the song and "Emka" finally entered Vladivostok. The pilot looked at the city with curiosity. There was a noticeable increase in destruction in Vladivostok, some buildings were smoking, extinguishing teams were working on the streets, there were many teenagers with shovels, picks, and other fire extinguishing equipment.

Grandfather remarked:

- Under the tsar, young people also worked hard, but without smiles and enthusiasm! Although you won"t get far with sheer enthusiasm!

Witcher objected:

- If industry is the engine of the economy, then enthusiasm is the fuel with a high octane number!

The old man nodded happily:

- You speak well, girl!

"Emka" stopped near the commandant's office building and Vedmakova almost ran out of it. She really wanted to be back on her winged horse.

The girl knocked on the office where she was sent on the summons. A sleepy voice followed:

- Come in!

Witcher walked in, straightening her shoulders proudly. A man in the uniform of an NKVD colonel sat in a chair. Such a bald and unpleasant guy. He gloomily asked the pilot:

- Full name!

The girl quickly answered:

-Anna Petrova Witcher!

The Colonel added:

- Military rank?

- Air Force Major and Hero of the Soviet Union! - The pilot said proudly.

The colonel picked up the phone and said briefly:

- Air Force Major Witcher has already arrived!

Then he turned to the girl.

- How do you feel? I hope you are 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:

- Put handcuffs on this thief!

Witcher was confused:

- What else is this?

The colonel barked:

- And that one! You are under arrest, citizen Witcher! And you will be sent to prison!

A man in a special uniform warned:

- This woman knows how to fight very well! So be careful!

Witcher smiled:

- I will not be representatives of our valiant law enforcement agencies! Call Beria and clear up this misunderstanding at once!

The colonel snorted contemptuously:

- Here's another way to distract Beria! Send her to prison, and the investigation will sort it out!

The witch nodded:

- I am a hero of the Soviet Union and the investigation, of course, will sort it out, but with Beria it would be faster! I want to be at the controls of an airplane as quickly as possible!

The colonel consoled:

- During the war, no one will delay for long! Take her away!

Vedmakova walked without resisting and was only slightly pushed by the muzzles of the shortened model machine guns that began to be equipped with scouts. Then they stuffed me into a black funnel and drove away. Anna Petrovna was calm, she did not feel guilty about herself, and the NKVD probably knew about her special relationship with Beria, so they would sort it out. It's even interesting to visit prison. A real man must raise a son, serve in the army, and serve time in prison! So, probably, the warrior! Many famous people were in prison: Stalin, Lenin, and Hitler!

The prison was not located particularly far from the commandant"s office, so Vedmakova was pulled out and led into the courtyard. There dogs growled angrily, the stone walls of the dungeon, built in the eighteenth century, were dull and gray. The girl felt an involuntary excitement when she was brought inside and led along the corridors. Here is the registration window: routine questions:

- First name, last name, patronymic, gender!

Then turn right into a tiled room. There, at the table, sat an officer in an 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 guard accompanying Vedmakova quickly, with a practiced movement, removed the handcuffs from her. The officer commanded:

- Take off your clothes!

Witcher was surprised:

- What?

The officer calmly repeated:

- I said, take off your clothes! Search and personal search are mandatory!

The girl blushed:

- But there are men here!

The officer with the apron barked:

- Can I help you! Come on, take off your rags, whore!

Vedmakova trembled, she remembered that when placed in prison, a personal search is mandatory and began to take off her clothes. The women accepted it and carefully felt every seam. Left in only her panties, Witcher became 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 enter into battle at any moment), the girl became embarrassed and tried to cover her with her hands.

They hit her hard on the buttocks with a baton:

- Hands down, bitch!

Witcher croaked, but endured it. When her clothes were finished being probed and her boots were torn open, the officer commanded:

- Now check it out for yourself!

The female jailers started from the head. They tousled the hair with gloved fingers, then looked into the ears, even using some kind of tube with a flashlight. The ears were pulled back several times, bent and unbent. Then they 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 completely unpleasant, rough hands pressed on the tongue, every now and then they pulled it back, then pulled it harder, even almost tearing it off.

The officer said:

- We need to be more careful! She could be a spy!

The jailers began to press their fingers on the teeth, checking for fillings in which important information could be hidden. Witchakova felt humiliated and spat upon; her hero, the USSR, was searched like a whore, without missing anything. Then the women's gloved hands began to feel the girl's bare breasts. They kneaded it, felt literally every millimeter, and showed it with a flashlight. The girl"s breasts swelled treacherously, and the jailers pressed harder and harder, then croaked:

- No! Here it is clean!

Next, the navel and fingers were examined. The navel was pulled back, also twisted, and then pierced with a needle. The fingers were examined no less carefully.

- And now a gynecological search! - The officer ordered.

The jailers ordered:

- Bend over and spread your legs, please!

What followed was the most humiliating thing, when the jailer"s gloved hand entered the girl"s bosom rather roughly. Witcher groaned in pain and humiliation. And the hand roughly dug into the cave where the woman kept her most valuable treasure, which was both painful and ticklish. The girl twitched somewhat, and the officer muttered sarcastically:

- Check it as thoroughly 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. Witchakova realized that they simply wanted to humiliate her by turning the search into torture.

The examination of the anus was no less rough, and an intestine and a large enema were also used. 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 for an 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 examined everything, even the heart and lungs. Finally he gave the go-ahead:

- She is clean and completely healthy!

The officer muttered 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, full face. They forced me to stand naked for quite a long time, rewriting all the signs, scars and moles on my body. After which she was rinsed off in a cold shower, which, however, was customary in the USSR, not only for prisoners who were given prison uniforms.

- Get dressed, bitch!

The robe was actually a sackcloth made of burlap and embroidered with a prison number. The girl was not given shoes, apparently considering them an unnecessary luxury for the enemies of the people, and so they took her, barely covered, to a cell.

Mass arrests had just taken place, the prison was overcrowded and buzzing. Vitchakova was thrown into a cramped cage, where there were already more than a hundred women, mostly young girls from among the military and servants. When the pilot was brought into the cell, she could not take a single step; the prisoner cluttered the entire floor. It was very dark in the cell, the window was boarded up, it was stuffy and smelled strongly, apparently the bucket had not been taken out for a long time.

The girls were half naked, and some were completely naked; they took away their clothes. Several of them were delirious and asked for water. Witcher stopped and asked:

- I can"t take a single step! Where should I go!

- Where they brought you there and stay there! - She ordered from the darkness, probably the eldest in the cell. - There is no place for us here.

Witcherova, realizing that this was stupid, still asked:

- What are you girls for?

Voices followed:

- Yes, here"s Article 58, or even without charges at all! What are you for?

Witcher joked:

- Yes, she raped Beria!

The girls' friendly laughter and exclamations were heard:

- Yes, she is ours!

Who squeaked from the darkness:

- It"s not enough to hang Beria!

A menacing voice interrupted:

-Enough! And so already more than half a thousand men in the yard were shot! We can also be taken out with the whole cell for a walk!

The Witcher barked:

- Well, no, if they take me to execution, I won"t give in!

. CHAPTER No. 8

Oleg Rybachenko continued to fight for a brighter tomorrow together with the girl Margarita Korshunova.

They fought in Stalingrad. They fought with colossal courage. And the eternal children did not think of retreating and giving in to the enemy.

But the forces were unequal and the Nazis gradually moved forward. But very slow and littering the approaches to houses and streets with corpses of mercenaries.

Moscow was surrounded, but still fighting. And it also had its own beautiful girls. Who are truly heroes.

Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita exchanged fire in Stalingrad. At the same time, the boy tried to compose something using AI.

Belarusian presidential candidate Alexander Lukashenko was not allowed to participate in the elections. They found fault with the fact that the Slavic Cathedral withdrew the 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 advantage. And then he defeated the anti-Russian Poznyak with a big difference.

Lukashenko protested that he was removed illegally. But in general there was nothing except noise.

Kebich won very confidently. And he became the first Belarusian president.

Soon Belarus entered the ruble zone. The economic situation remained in crisis. There wasn't enough money. But the country was in the ruble zone.

Kebich proposed a process of integration with Russia. Laws began to converge, borders opened, and the economy unified. Supranational bodies were created.

In 1999, new presidential elections in Belarus took place. The economy was in deep crisis after the Russian default. But the influence of the communists has grown greatly. Lukashenko had a fight with everyone and did not create his own party, and was pushed aside by other forces. The main struggle took place between Kalyakin and Kebich. Zenon Poznyak had lost popularity by this time. Just like the Belarusian Popular Front as a whole.

The communists became stronger.

In Russia, history has also changed a little. Zyuganov gained slightly more votes for the president, although he failed to win. Lebed served as 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 Chernomyrdin"s help, still lost in the second round, and Kalyakin became the president of Belarus.

And in Russia, after Yeltsin left, Chernomyrdin became president. The Russian economy has already started to grow and Viktor Stepanovich, although 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 head 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 uniting. Economies began to grow. Chernomyrdin led the war in Chechnya. I talked with Maskhadov. And ultimately achieved stability there.

Chernomyrdin already won the next elections easily against Zyuganov. Kalyakin was also easily elected to a second term. Everything went more or less smoothly. The Belarusian economy was growing.

But Kalyakin did not run for a third term. His successor was his 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.

Novik resisted. Which is why he came under sanctions.

Zhirinovsky was more rigid and pressed harder... As a result, pro-Russian forces held a referendum in Belarus, which coincided with a severe economic crisis. And Belarus became part of Russia. Which strengthened anti-Western sentiments.

In 2014, Zhirinovsky, taking advantage of the occasion of the Maidan in Ukraine and the overthrow of Yanukovych, sent in troops. The Ukrainian army was incapable of combat and the Russians disarmed it. Yanukovych and the Rada at gunpoint announced a referendum. Russia annexed this republic as well.

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 elections, was triumphantly elected to a third term, having abolished all restrictions in a referendum.

Alexander Lukashenko retired and sank into oblivion. Putin served as chairman of the FSB until 2012, when he was sixty years old. And Zhirinovsky, who loved 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, came under Western sanctions, but they were not too significant. Zhirinovsky fought in Syria and Iraq. He created his own state for the Kurds and generally acted more decisively than Vladimir Putin. Moreover, Russia launched a missile attack on Saudi Arabia and sharply increased oil prices.

Then a big war began between Iran and the United States. Which further inflated oil prices. 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.

The restoration of the USSR gradually proceeded.

In 2020, Zhirinovsky updated his record for the fourth term as president of Russia. He had no intention of leaving yet.

And Russia was moving across Central Asia. In Uzbekistan, Tajikistan, Kyrgyzstan, Turkmenistan, Russian troops appeared and referendums on joining Russia were held.

So the country was restored within 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 one hundred percent result, having held a referendum. And joining her to himself.

Thus, Russia was returning its own. Relations with China have deteriorated somewhat due to claims on Port Arthur and the eviction of the Yellows from Siberia.

But for now, China was afraid to blather against Russia.

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 paused and began shooting again.

The boy fired a burst and then threw the grenade with his bare foot. He scattered the fascists and tweeted:

- We are invincible!

Margarita also fired a burst, threw a grenade with her bare foot, crushed the Fritz and shouted:

- And always united!

The children fought very bravely.

The boy again slashed at the enemies with a burst. He threw a grenade at the track 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,

Dear advice family!

The girl again threw the grenade with her bare foot. She shot down a dozen fascists and sang:

- There is a cow on the mountain,

Be healthy children!

The boy fired a burst, mowed down the Krauts and chirped:

- Homeland in my heart,

Luckily we will open the door!

And then his child"s foot threw a grenade. He is a guy 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 one will not fade,

The look of a falcon, an eagle -

The voice of the people is clear -

The whisper will be crushed by the snake!

The girl, throwing grenades with her bare foot, took it and chirped further;

Stalin lives in my heart

So that we do not know sadness -

The door to space was opened -

The stars sparkled above us!

And the girl laughed. She fired a burst 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 path illuminating communism!

And again the girl deftly throws a grenade with her bare foot. Pushing Hitler's tanks against each other.

Natasha is also fighting. In Stalingrad, girls are simply heroes.

And they sing to themselves with courage:

- My homeland is the darkness of the universe,

I can crush the onslaught of evil enemies...

I can"t go a day without you love,

I"m ready to give my life for you!

And Natasha throws a grenade with her bare foot.

Next, Zoya fires. Beautiful girl in a bikini. He will give a burst and mow down the fascists.

And then a killer gift will fly from her bare feet.

Zoya sang, baring her teeth:

- I love destroying enemies! Such a girl!

And again the beauty will start destruction with her bare toes.

And then Aurora fires too. The red-haired devil will also hit the fascists.

And a grenade launched by her bare foot will smear the Wehrmacht soldiers across the gravel.

The girl squeaks:

- Tili, tili, trawled, trolled...

I have the strength to beat the fascists,

I can hardly refuse now!

And again the warrior shoots accurately.

Next, Svetlana fires. And she also threw an explosion package with her bare toes.

Well, the Krauts got it.

The girl, to put it bluntly, is a rock warrior.

And how he sings:

- Rus' shall be glorified over the Earth,

We will always have a dream!

And four girls hit the fascists and how they will hit you. In general, they are like saints from the battalion of angels of death. And the Nazis in Stalingrad get it.

But it gets harder and harder and harder.

Stalingrad is holding out for now, but the Nazis were able to take Sukhoi. The Nazis also have a strong naval fleet. Including captured British ships.

They literally scarred the entire coast. And the Turks are advancing from the south. It's getting very scary.

Natasha and her girls from Sukhimi were able to fly to Stalingrad, capturing a German plywood plane.

And now also in Stalingrad. Like, no matter how hard you try not to take this city, the Nazis don"t take it.

Natasha throws with her bare foot a murderous present, 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 glorified!

And he will also throw a killer present with his bare toes. It will crush opponents and squeak:

- Glory to Great Rus'!

And then Svetlana took the line and fucked it up. I cut out a hundred Nazis. Then she launched a grenade with her bare foot and squeaked:

- For a new light of science and prosperity!

And the four girls fight again, and are not going to lower their noses.

Natasha picked up the explosive package with two bare feet. And with all her strength she threw it into a Nazi tank.

The E-75, having received damage, stopped and started smoking.

Natasha sang:

- Rus' laughed and cried and sang,

In all ages, that"s why it"s Rus'!

Next, Zoya took and launched the killer present with her bare toes. And another Nazi tank stopped, knocked out.

Zoya tweeted:

- Yes, the future is ours!

Glory to great Russia!

Aurora fired a machine gun. She mowed down a lot of fascists. And then she said aggressively:

- Glory to the heroes of the USSR!

And the throw of her bare foot sends the grenade flying again. This is the red-haired girl. Simply an invincible terminator.

And Svetlana took it upon herself and crushed the Nazis. And she cut them down like a sharp haymaker.

Then she tweeted:

- 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 from her bare feet flies something that kills fascists with an enormous guarantee.

And the girl sings:

- Glory to my Motherland -

Glory to Russia!

Zoya also threw a grenade with her bare foot. She cut off a mass of Nazis and squeaked:

- Great Russia - great glory!

And she winked at her partners.

The girls are, of course, almost naked. In bikinis, tanned, muscular, beautiful, and curvy.

How charming girls look when they are almost naked! And why else are there clothes?

Next, Aurora actively shoots. And with his bare feet he would throw away what was killing the Nazis.

Then he will sing:

- For the great Fatherland!

Svetlana continued to fire. She cut down the fascists and tweeted:

- For great achievements!

And he could launch a grenade with his bare foot. And again the Nazis are scared.

Well done Russian girls. They are people of the highest aerobatics.

And then there are the pilots: Mirabela and Anastasia. Just like they'll slap the Krauts.

Yes, Hitler"s hordes are running away from such girls.

Female warriors fight on the Yak-9. The car seems to be outdated. But quite effective. Although it is inferior to the Luftwaffe in speed and armament.

The girls have only one 20mm cannon and a machine gun, versus the ME-262 with five 30mm cannons.

But Mirabela deftly maneuvers and gets behind the winged fascist vulture. And shoots him. Knocks out metal, burns the enemy completely.

Then Mirabela sang:

- Higher and higher and higher,

Airplanes flying like birds...

We are tearing down fascist roofs,

And the valor of the soldiers is beyond borders!

And here Anastasia will go and kick the Nazis. She's a Terminator girl.

It will crumble the faces of Hitler's bandits and squeak:

- Great glory will come for Rus'!

And he also presses on the pedals with his bare feet. And another Messerschmitt falls.

Girls fight in only their panties. And they feel very good. They flutter rapidly on weaker engines. And they escape from the enemy's shots.

Mirabela, cutting off the Fritz, squeaks:

- No crow, you can"t defeat us!

And again the warrior crawls out to a killing distance.

And a new Hitler machine falls.

The barefoot girl knows what she's doing. And she's doing great.

Here is a fascist trying to cover a warrior from a distance. And she leaves. And by some miracle, again at the enemy"s tail.

And he knocks down the Fritz, squeaking:

- Nothing is impossible for Russians!

And again the warrior makes a desperate turn. And another car falls, impaled.

Mirabela tweeted:

- Truly peace has been created for Russia!

And again how it turns out. And how he will give in to the enemy!

Anastasia also hits a German car and screams:

- Let all our land be glorified, let there be no trick for us!

And the girls are becoming more and more separated!

What can deal with them? Unless it's an aggressive hurricane!

More precisely, even a hurricane cannot defeat them!

Natasha, meanwhile, fights and sings:

- We will fight for Russia!

And also with his bare foot he will launch a grenade of a lethal caliber.

And he will grind the Nazis into pieces of metal and bloody meat.

Zoya will also throw a murderous and red-hot one with her bare foot and, jumping up, will say:

- And for the new order of communism throughout the world!

And bares his teeth.

Next, Aurora fires hard. He shoots himself, mows down the fascists and squeaks, baring his teeth:

- For achieving progress!

And from her bare feet comes something that can smash any obstacle.

And then in the battle Svetlana. This is such a killer girl.

And she's also blonde. How she slashes at the fascists... And then a murderous present flies from her bare feet. He will crush the Nazis and turn them into devilish flames.

Terminator girls will hiss:

- Glory to my word of honor!

Komsomol word!

The warriors will shoot at the fascists. And let's shoot them like rabid dogs.

These are Terminator girls! And they destroy the Nazis - what 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. Destroys the fascists. And he doesn"t let them down. And her bare feet flicker like a propeller.

The warrior says passionately:

- In the name of sacred Rus',

Russia will be glorified!

And again the warrior fights with full passion.

Next, Aurora throws the gift of death with her bare foot. How the fascists are scattered in all directions. And he says with rage:

- I am the world boxing champion!

And then Svetlana will launch something murderous and destructive. And her bare foot is so nimble.

And the warrior chirped:

- I"m the strongest in the world,

we"ll soak the Nazis in the toilet -

The Motherland does not believe the tear,

And we'll give the evil oligarchs their brains!

. CHAPTER No. 9

Having participated in heavy battles, Vedmakova hardly slept for several days, and therefore, despite the extreme cramped conditions in the prison cell, the stuffiness and stench, she fell asleep almost immediately.

She dreamed that she found herself in the Middle Ages and led a slave uprising, becoming a kind of Spartacus in a skirt! After the first success, the brave warrior, the muscular girl, gathered the rebels and offered to choose their leaders.

Witcher, as expected, became the head of a rather large detachment, and proposed the mighty hero Turan as her first deputy.

And here the slaves were unanimous. Then the foremen were chosen. The decimal system is the simplest and Witcher decided that nothing should be complicated.

Armed with trophies and taking cockroach snails (in a heavy sleep, Vedmakova"s subconscious played out), they moved on.

To strengthen her authority and stretch her legs, Witcher walked on foot, 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, it was not in vain. Three enemy fighters were lying in ambush, and they could raise a premature alarm. The leader of the uprising climbed a tree and jumped on top of her enemies. Her movements were like the dance of a hybrid of tigers and cobras, a slight cry and then fell silent with the severed heads.

- This is how I break resistance!

Vedmakova could not resist playing for the public, showing severed heads to slaves. There was a roar of approval in response.

Soon 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 his stomach, legs and chest: seven jets were beating. The fields are rich, fat, with a semblance of golden cotton, grain with large spikes, chickpeas and other things. Many slaves worked for them. There were both men and women, as well as many children. Of course, overseers, guards. But in general, of course, there are many more slaves, and with shovels and hoes.

Witcher raised a homemade banner hastily sewn by the slave girls: With the image of a Sword and a Hoe! Other slaves rushed to attack.

Meanwhile, several male and female slaves were hanging from the poles, their hands and feet pierced with nails. It seems that these children of injustice were doomed to torment. Seeing the approaching liberators, the crucified girl shouted in an unexpectedly strong voice:

- Retribution has come, beat the owners!

The leader of the Witcher, as always, is ahead. Her cockroach snail reared up and knocked down two guards at once. The rest retreated back, one of them out of fear, even running into his own spear. Intestines came out of the broken belly. The girl grinned:

- You are weak warriors if you are afraid of the horse!

Miloslava, who became her squire, fought on her right hand, the axes in the girl"s hands, like the razor of a deft barber. So famously cuts down fighters.

Turan did not yield either. He launched a stone that broke the guard's chest and entered the fray. It was clear that the hard work did him good, not the muscles of the millstone. True, Witcher moved faster.

The slaves had stopped working, but had not yet entered the fray. Apparently they were confused. True, the same restless boy, jumping up to the working boys, shouted:

- You cowards! Whoever is behind me is a hero, whoever is without me is a lousy pig!

The boys were the first to respond. They rushed at the overseers. Here is one guy of about fourteen who hit his "guardian" with a hoe so hard that his head exploded like a pumpkin. It worked, and the other slaves, even the usually modest and patient girls, rushed into battle.

The battle now became chaotic, but the numerical superiority, as well as desperation, was on the side of the slaves. And they, of course, took over.

Pass is what is hard to expect from a girl who learned right before her eyes. She grappled with the guard, who began to press her. So she deceived him, pulled back the sword and hit him right in the neck.

- Now that's what I call a snack! - The girl joked. - Be careful not to get drunk!

The first estate was liberated quickly, the detachment grew right before our eyes. The uprising spread, engulfing the fields like a fire. The Witcher galloped, rushing forward. Riders rushed towards him; as a rule, they got it right to the top of the head. But the guards did not give up. The battle was especially stubborn near the seven-string fountain. Here the planters sent their cavalry reserve into battle.

The brave Witcher was surrounded on all sides. She was saved only by the extraordinary agility of a specially fattened cockroach snail. Here is an accurate attack and the chopped opponent falls. However, the girl was first wounded in the shoulder, then in the stomach, and then her leg was almost cut off. Then Witcher began throwing tiny daggers. Razor-sharp, they got into the eyes and sometimes into the mouth. However, most of the soldiers were half naked due to the heat, and for such soldiers it was enough to pierce the chest. Several horsemen fell, but the rest increased the pressure. There were so many swords that in movement they resembled a comb. So they pour in 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 could see how corpses flew off, and armed slaves hurried to their aid with all their might.

The infantry attacked the horsemen, the exhausted slaves avenged their pain and humiliation.

- Encircle the enemy and don"t let him escape! - Commanded by Witcher.

Before her eyes, a slave fell with a cut head, but a dozen guards fell after him.

- Take it in numbers! - The young leader of the uprising ordered.

More and more slaves entered the battle. It was seen how the boys climbed onto the horses with a running start, rushed at the riders, and used their teeth and used sharpened stones.

The slaves seemed to know no fear; they were taking revenge for many 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 heady aroma of will.

Having finished with the "mounted" detachment, Witcher moved on. The last serious obstacle on his way was a child cut down from large trees. Quite a large number of guards were stationed there.

- Search the estates and grab the ladders. - She shouted. - If this is not enough, make them yourself.

The slaves hastily constructed assault devices.

- The stairs should be wide, so that many warriors could walk along them at a time. - Witcher pointed out.

In other estates the massacre was still raging. In some places the servants went over to the side of the rebels, but in some cases they resisted out of habit. The overseers were killed quickly - these were far from the toughest warriors. Detinets became the last stronghold of enemy resistance. Witcher, as always, was the first to climb the wall. He was hit with an arrow several times, but fought off the deadly gifts with his shield. The nearest warrior received such a strong blow that, although he managed to parry, he fell head over heels from the wall.

Miloslava managed to hook the guard, also throwing off the enemy. The Snow-White Pass already fascinated the enemy soldiers with its very appearance. While they looked at her rapidly heaving chest, with seductive breasts, the girl slammed her legs into the groin, and then slashed. Witcher, having climbed the walls, chopped down without pity. The enemy had already lost their fighting spirit, and more and more slaves were climbing the wall. They broke through, there were many stairs, and the guards did not have time to repel them all. At the bottom, however, there were dead and wounded slaves lying around; the assault was not complete without losses. So the slave and the guard grappled together and fell from a considerable height. They were hurt, but they remained alive and continued to choke each other.

The restless boy, Witcher forgot to ask his last name, was also on the wall. Taking advantage of his small stature, he jumped between the officer"s legs, then kicked him in the ass with both feet, simultaneously hitting him under the knees. He flew forward, bumping into a pitchfork held by an adult slave...

- I got caught in such a way that I bit painfully! - The boy stuck out his thin tongue, teasing the guards.

- Oh, you little barefoot snake! - The fighter standing on the right cursed and slashed the boy with his sword.

The boy deviated here too and spat from the pipe into his eye. How desperately the enemy screamed, breaking ranks. The boy did not stand on ceremony and finished him off with a sword. The child's hands, although thin, were sinewy and strong - tempered by hard work.

The other boys also showed pressure, fighting like hell, squealing and swearing, choosing cooler expressions!

They managed to clear the wall quickly, but inside the battle dragged on a little, fearing the revenge of the slaves, the owners fought desperately. True, overgrown bellies are bad helpers in a fight with rabid slaves.

The main owner, Sheikh Samuma, tried to escape through an underground passage. He took with him a bag of stones and gold. Maybe he had a chance, but greed let him down. A beautiful girl, Rakhita, and even with a copper skin color, it"s too much of a temptation.

- And follow me bitch! - The sheikh grabbed her by the fluffy hair.

- No need, I"ll go myself, sir! - She begged.

- Not a whore! I like to carry you! - The sadistic dignitary grinned.

- But it hurts! - The slave began to shake her bare legs.

- When we wash off, I will order you to be 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 pressed herself close to her owner, who stuck his dirty snout to her clean face and began to lick her. Then Rakhita"s hand found a dagger on the sheikh"s belt and, with all its might, plunged it into his swollen stomach.

- Here's a spawn of darkness for you.

The Sheikh dropped the bag and let go of his hair. His hands tried to close the deep hole; intestines fell out.

- Creature! Echidna! - He growled.

- No! I did what was fair! How many girls and men have you tortured? He even impaled children and nailed them to posts. This is just revenge! - The girl exclaimed.

- Damn!

- Goddess! You flogged me! - The slave slammed her foot into the sheikh"s plump, bleeding belly.

- He beat me a little! - He wheezed.

- But noble blood flows in me! - The barefoot slave flashed her teeth.

- Nothing, whore! The troops will suppress the rebellion, and you will be tortured so much that I will seem like an angel to you! - The sheikh found the strength to growl.

- Why do they have a richer imagination than yours? - The girl stuck out her tongue.

- Enough for you! "The rich man twitched and groaned. - Hurt! Bring me facifi ointment.

- Why on earth? - The girl inquired sarcastically.

- I'll give you this bag of gold. - The sheikh begged.

- He"s already mine! Okay, just out of charity, where is the facifi ointment? - The girl smiled slyly.

- Do you know the wardrobe in the shape of a flying cow? - The rich man stammered and wheezed.

- Yes! I saw it so beautiful with pebbles.

- So you need to put your hand in your head, and you can easily take out the box with ointment. Come over me and lubricate me. - The sheikh muttered, almost losing consciousness.

- Even a scoundrel deserves medical attention. Wait for me!

The girl ran into the room. She didn"t care about the rich man, but such a valuable ointment is very rare and would be useful to the rebels. And then she will hand over the hated freak to the rebels.

The slaves had already fled to their 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 her strong legs and shouted:

- If you want to get money. Just know that there is an aggressive guy in the basement with a bag of gold.

- We don't like aggression! - The guys objected ironically.

- But he is also rich! - The girl teased me.

- Then it"s better, let"s fight! Where's the basement? - The rebel slaves chattered.

- Follow my hand there! - The slave waved her right hand.

Young, black slaves rushed to where her pestle pointed. The girl grinned and ran into the room. The furnishings were quite rich, but chaotic. And here is the cabinet itself, cast from gold. Rakhita, without thinking twice, put her hand in. She slid inside and at that moment the jaw closed.

The beauty screamed, her razor-sharp teeth cutting off her brush.

- Oh, how painful it is! - She screamed, then squeezed out. - This is so mean!

Despite the wild pain, the girl feverishly tried to bandage her hand. Vitchakova, hearing the women"s screams, decided that someone was being raped and quickly burst into the room. Seeing the beauty drenched in blood, she screamed:

- Who dared to do this?! I'll pull his dignity up his ass! - In a fit of anger, the warrior could be a rude person.

Tears flowed from Rakhita"s eyes, not so much from the pain she felt, the slave was no stranger to being whipped many times, but from the realization that she was now a cripple.

- It is he! - The girl pointed to the closet.

- If so, then it"s terrible! - Witcher slashed the grinning insect with force on the head. The impact bent the structure, and the softer gold was chipped. The warrior continued to beat until she ground the locker into pieces.

The girl noticeably turned pale, and the snow-white Passa jumped up to her. She deftly applied a tourniquet, stopping the bleeding. Witcherova took out the severed hand, the limb turned pale, but was still warm.

- Great! - We need to call Khirov. Maybe he will grow it. - The warrior whistled loudly.

Passa asked:

-Who gave you the idea to stick your hand here?

- Samma!

- What did you put in yourself? - Witcher was surprised.

- No, this freak's name is Samuma. - Corrected the girl.

- If so, then he needs to be quartered. - The warrior flashed her eyes.

- He's in the basement and seriously wounded. You will have time to catch him. If he doesn't die.

Witcher tried to hold the brush, when suddenly it turned into a slippery lizard that tried to sneak away. If the warrior had not been so dexterous from birth, perhaps she would have succeeded. Moreover, she grabbed not the tail, but the neck.

- Wow, unusual magic. We need to show it to Khirov.

The wounded girl"s face became matte and she lost consciousness.

Passa caught her in time:

- A nervous girl, but beautiful! It would be a shame if she remained crippled.

- Well, I hope this can be fixed. Only Khirov missed somewhere, he promised to be next to me. - Witcher shrugged her shoulder displeasedly.

- I am here! - The sorcerer jumped out from behind the door. - I feel magic.

- And I hold it in my hands! - Witcher snapped.

- Well, that"s not bad either! This is a mixture of a jellyfish and a lizard, you see it is translucent, you can see three hearts beating. - The warlock grinned.

- Why is this impressive? The girl lost her arm and was replaced by a lizard jellyfish. I think, despite all the dexterity of such a creature, this is not quite an equivalent replacement! - The warrior was by no means inclined to joke.

- But one of the body parts can float, and this is not bad at all. A kind of superpower! - The sorcerer winked slyly.

- What does it consist of, because it"s a disability? - I didn"t understand Witcher.

- How to say! After all, it is no longer just an animal, but a part of the female body. But managing an animal is difficult. Now this tiny lizard is able to shrink and slip through any crack or crawl through a wall. In addition, it is practically invisible, this species is like a chameleon. - The sorcerer began to explain.

- Pulsar! - She said, demonstrating Pass"s enthusiasm. - I didn"t think this 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 won"t disenchant her? - Vedmakova clarified.

- No! In war, valor and good intelligence bring victory. To hit, you must first see the target, otherwise you will dislocate your fist. But to prevent trouble from happening, the wound must be healed. - Hirovo answered softly.

- It"s not good for a girl to be crippled. After all, this will disfigure her! Can you make her a human hand that looks like a real limb? - Witcher asked.

- I will think! Maybe I can fix it. In general, most magicians are much better at killing than healing. - Khirovo emphasized with emphasis.

- I agree with that! Any fool can cripple, not every smart person can heal. - Witcher, to be convincing, even twisted her finger at her temples.

- Many rude executioners - few treating doctors!

The slaves dragged the owner of Samum, it looks like he died. Rakhita came to her senses, her face twisted with annoyance.

- He deceived everyone again! He left without paying his bills.

- I'll have him hanged! - Said Witcher. - Let his corpse be a warning to everyone who is mean and greedy. A greedy person is always generous with tears of disappointment!

- It is reasonable! But who will return my hand? - The girl was ready to cry.

- Here he is! - The leader of the uprising indicated.

Khirov bowed, the cord lit up in his hands.

- Do not worry! You can't be crippled. So Rakhita you will have to become a great spy. You want to take revenge on all the rich and powerful in this empire.

- Of course. Don't be a slave, humiliated in the dust! - The girl exclaimed.

- So you can help us! This empire is poorly governed, so the grave will correct the hunchbacked system! - The sorcerer released 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! - The slave exclaimed.

- It will hurt you, but you will be able to prevail! Without pain there is no valor, without valor there is no victory! - The sorcerer stated, demonstrating a philosophical mindset.

"I"m a woman, which means I"m used to enduring." - Rakhita nodded.

- When you don"t have enough patience, singing will help! - Khirov joked.

Everyone laughed. Witcher was in a good mood. The start was victorious, which means there is no time to waste. First of all, it is necessary to form an army of slaves before they run away. So people are like iron, before 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:

- Blow the muster to gather 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.

Collecting the slaves took some time; we even had to use whips. Witcher herself was forced to help the few who did not lose their heads and curb the robberies. The girl gave five of the most zealous bandits a good slap on the ears, and even cut off the head of one. Droplets of blood fell on her face, Witcher greedily licked them off. It worked. The general gathering was held in the dark under the light of torches. There were thousands of freed slaves; Witcher even estimated by eye that there were at least twelve thousand, although many of them included children and women.

She performed from the highest tower in Detinets. The sorcerer stood on the opposite side, he controlled the entire gathering. Slaves were brutally exploited, and the weak were executed or slaughtered. So in general, if we take physical parameters, they looked like good fighters. They just need training. Vedmakova gave an incendiary speech. She especially persistently explained the need to create a large liberation army.

- Unity, courage, selflessness are the keys to victory, freedom, happiness! Without discipline there is no army, and without an army you cannot gain freedom! Work has made us stronger, multiplied by intelligence will give us freedom, and together with luck will bring happiness!

So let's become one and throw off the chains! - The warrior spoke.

The slaves expressed their approval with loud shouts! Only one slave, with many scars and a proud look, was silent. His gaze expressed the most extreme degree of contempt.

Witcher again proposed choosing a single leader of the uprising!

- The commander is like the top of the pyramid - there must be only one, otherwise even such a strong structure will collapse!

The slaves screamed:

-Right! Lead us.

-You are a great warrior and will be our leader! - Unexpectedly, the boy managed to shout out everyone.

This surprised Vedmakova: how is this even possible. She looked more closely; in the child"s hands there was something similar to a blowpipe, only thicker. And with the help of this device he rumbled.

- The boy will go far! What's his name? - The warrior inquired.

- Dick! I specifically found out. - Passa suggested.

- Simple name! - Witcher was clearly expecting something more exotic.

- Why complexity!

-We announce a vote! - The sorcerer announced. His voice was so thunderous that the palm trees shook. - Whoever is in favor of the warrior Witcher being the leader, raise your right hand! Vote for truth, freedom and honor! And your life will become such that the gods will envy! -

The slaves, overcome with enthusiasm, almost unanimously raised their hands in the air. They looked like a warrior, and their unanimity suggested that perhaps Khirov had used his magic here.

Isn"t it true that his arrival gave them freedom and the opportunity to feel like real people. This means that it is natural to greet Witcher like rain in a drought. Joy was visible on the faces of the former slaves. It was like waking up.

Here, amid general rejoicing, a mighty slave, richly decorated with scars, stepped forward. He said in his deep voice.

- There have been and will be many who want to lead to happiness. But do you have a moral right to this!

- Which!? - The Witcher bared 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 Zhissor. He also promised a lot, but ended his life on a stake. And with him twenty thousand slaves. - The mighty slave cut him off.

- Here a lot will depend on ourselves. I see scars on you, you most likely were not born a slave, I can distinguish wounds caused by a whip or a sword with spears! - Vedmakova stated.

- You guessed the warrior unknown to me! I am Count de Force, descendant of formidable kings. But do you know your father"s name? - Asked the noble slave.

- Nobility of the family has the same relation to courage as the length of hair to intelligence! - Vedmakova retorted and immediately added. -No valor of our ancestors will help a coward!

- You speak beautifully. Like a fairground jester, how brave is your heart? - The slave frowned menacingly.

- Well, what a hero you are! Count, but you were measured against a slave fate, where was your pride and courage! - The Witcher has already started to wind up.

- I had my reasons for this. And which ones, you don"t need to know, less knowledge means it"s easier to die! I challenge you to mortal combat, and if you are brave not only in words, then you will accept the challenge! - Count de Force roared.

- You can be sure of that! - The warrior snapped.

The slaves cleared the arena. Witcher came down and checked the sword. Her opponent stood opposite her. He had his own weapon, two sharply sharpened swords. Just in case, the warrior pulled out another sword from her bosom.

Count de Forsa was much taller than Witcher, much broader in the shoulders, although he did not seem so muscular and sculpted, a girl worthy of becoming a world champion in fitness. However, there was no fat, and the tendon ligaments were tight and swollen. In addition, there was a sense of great experience in every movement, and the jumping gait spoke volumes. A grin appeared on their faces; it was no longer contemptuous, but rather sympathetic.

- Well, you"re in trouble, girl! You won't be envied. - The Count showed her his fist.

- Why are you so self-confident? - The Witcher"s irritation 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.

- This is because you fought only with the nobility, and they degenerated and grew fat. Now, if you got along with a talented commoner, you would have little left of fame! - Witcher answered confidently.

- Barking dog, bye, a stick, or rather my sword, has not walked down my back! - 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 chatterbox and a coward! "Vedmakova never ceased to shine with her eloquence.

- Well, this most likely applies to you, female bastard! - Forsa growled.

- Maybe we"ll stop fencing in tongues, and let"s use something stronger! - Witcher played an elegant figure eight.

- Mutually!

The count and the leader of the rebels came face to face. The swords moved quickly and struck with full force. Sparks fell from the blows and a ringing sound was heard.

The Count attacked several times. He tried the double barrel technique, but Witcher fought off the attacks, noting that her noble opponent had decent speed.

- What are you playing!

- On the strings of death!

The Count again unleashed a series of blows, he tried complex combinations. Vedmakova retreated slightly and carried out a counter-attack, slightly catching her opponent in the chest.

She studied the movements of the experienced warrior, taking her time to put him down. The Count grinned and his eyes sparkled:

- You are not so simple at all! Maybe not even a complete slave, although you go 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. The slave in his soul is submissive - to passions, lust, God's servants! - Witcher answered beautifully.

- You're right about the last one! You are the one who is truly right, these priests and priests set me up! - The Count did a double fan, then a "clamshell" technique, but was not successful. - 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 ground under your feet! - Said the warrior.

- But you feel freer. How about this technique?

He held the trident, then the butterfly. In response, Witcher hit the meeting harder. The Count staggered and retreated. Then the competition continued again, Forsa moved as if wound up, he realized that his opponent was too strong to take her unceremoniously. Then, having accustomed Witcher to a certain sequence of movements, the count unexpectedly changed the trajectory of the sword and hit the girl on the muscular, but also feminine, chest. Blood flowed, the scratch was deep. The wound did not break Witcher, but on the contrary, gave her strength. The girl went on the offensive, swords flashed, performing a bizarre dance. And although from the outside it seemed that the warrior had completely lost her head and was in a rage, life in the forest and hunting from infancy taught her to maintain her sanity in the most fierce battle. It was difficult for the Count to restrain such pressure; he retreated, with difficulty parrying. 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 gave way, his speed dropped. Then the girl held her own technique, she came up with it herself, calling it a nine-headed dragon. Only a well-trained fighter could pull off something like this. Moreover, the last ninth attack was almost irresistible. Here it was a matter of mechanics, reflecting the attack, the hand was too weakened, parrying the attacks, and therefore the last attack finished off. For the first time, the warrior performed the technique on a fairly skilled 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 lucky bitch!

- Not really! Luck is unsteady like sand - only hard work will bind it with cement.

Witcher again wounded her enemy, but not deeply - she did not want to kill or maim. Hitting again, she lunged, the count mechanically parried and the warrior knocked out the sword with her club foot. The slave dignitary turned out to be completely unarmed. Witcher, throwing away her swords, rushed at the enemy, and tripped the count. Her hands clamped his limb into a lock.

-Are you giving up? - The panther's eyes sparkled.

- I count surrender to a barefoot slave!

Witcher objected heatedly:

- Not a slave, but a fighter for a just cause! You yourself were a slave and understood what humiliation is, but they are other people, no worse than us. So ask your conscience!

. CHAPTER No. 10.

Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova fought on the front line. The boy and girl were already pretty bored from the protracted war. Constantly killing and shooting also gets boring.

It's like a game. The same shooting game will sooner or later get boring.

The children were tired of firing and constantly throwing grenades with their bare feet.

The boy gave a turn. Mowed down the fascists.

And said:

- Maeta!

The girl threw a grenade with her bare feet. She scattered the Fritzes and cooed with delight:

- We will have new, very big victories!

But this is getting boring. Even the fact that from the throw of the boy"s bare feet, Hitler"s tanks are pushed on their sides.

Oleg then began to compose.

Another alternative history. Zyuganov did not vote for Stepashin"s candidacy and neither did the three communist factions.

This 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 noticeable role. The Unity block has not yet been created. Putin did not appear as prime minister. And the invasion of militants in Dagestan only added more 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. And Stepashin, being appointed prime minister, did not lead the party in power. And then Yeltsin fired him completely.

In short, the parliamentary elections resulted in a landslide victory for the left.

The communist triumph was impressive. In addition, the Primakov-Luzhkov bloc did not have time to unwind. But he still managed to register together with the farmers. And he took second place. The third was "Yabloko", which had good PR. The LDPR took fourth place. But largely due to the fact that pro-presidential channels actively promoted this party.

And Yeltsin even gave, or rather, 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 became prime minister and right-hand man.

This, in general, suited the communists. And a compromise was reached. Basayev and Khattab were forced out of Dagestan. But they did not send troops into Chechnya itself.

Civil war and division into several factions soon broke out there.

Russia helped Maskhadov and Kadyrov. Primakov easily won the Russian presidential election. The second unexpectedly became Zhirinovsky - who had no other competitors in his electorate, and the liberal Yavlinsky was not his rival.

Oleg Rybachenko interrupted his essay. No, it's not interesting. Again, an already covered topic, after Primakov, Zyuganov, and the restoration of the USSR. Tired of it!

Something might be more interesting to compose. For example, about space.

The boy began to come up with ideas.

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 the stars and planets were much denser here than on the outskirts of the Milky Way, where old Earth found shelter. The Western Confederate forces were completely driven out of the core. However, the war did not pass without a trace: thousands of planets were destroyed, and only memories remained of the Earth. This was the main reason for moving 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 grew and completely swallowed up the planet Kishish, turning into a gigantic metropolis. A giant city capable of impressing any reasonable individual. Numerous aircraft 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 sharply increased enemy activity. The war, tired of everyone, devoured resources like a predatory funnel, trillions of people died in it, and no one could achieve the desired success. Militarization left its mark on the architecture of Petrograd-Galaktik. Huge skyscrapers stand in neat rows, they represent squares on a city chessboard. This involuntarily reminded the marshal of the formation of space armadas. During the last battle, large Russian starships also took their positions, then suddenly broke formation, hitting the enemy flagship. A well-thought-out battle turned into a melee, some ships collided, exploding in monstrously bright flashes. The vacuum became colored as if gigantic volcanoes had erupted and rivers of fire had flowed at once, streams of hellish flames had burst their banks, covering them with a destructive wave. In a chaotic battle, success accompanied the army of Great Russia, but victory came at an extremely high price. Several thousand starships 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 Thom galaxy, was very difficult to destroy. The ancient civilization of the maple-shaped dags, which lived in this cluster of stars for millions of years, erected an impregnable fortress and surrounded itself with a powerful line of defense, full of traps.

To break into this space "Mannerheim", the entire Russian army will not be enough. It was not possible to end the war. Planets and systems changed hands many times. The marshal looked around the capital with a feeling of nostalgia. The scurrying graviolets and flanneurs were painted in khaki colors, and the dual purpose of the aircraft was felt everywhere. Some buildings were shaped like gigantic tanks or infantry fighting vehicles with tracks instead of entrances. It was funny to watch how a waterfall erupted from the barrel of such a winged tank, the blue and emerald water reflected the four "suns", playing with dozens of shades, and exotic trees and huge flowers grew on the trunk and wings, forming outlandish hanging gardens. Modern, only gigantic skyscraper tanks, usually streamlined in shape, armed with many guns. Living in such houses is convenient and cozy, although in the event of an attack on the capital, a similar building would turn into a powerful combat unit in five minutes. Passersby of all classes, and even small children, were in army uniforms or in the clothes of various paramilitary organizations. Homing cyber mines hovered high in the stratosphere; in appearance they resembled colorful balls. The luminaries illuminated the vault of heaven, flooding 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 the sweat from his forehead and turned on the ventilation. The further flight went without problems, and soon the Ministry of Defense building appeared. There were four combat vehicles at the entrance. The spiky luchiars with their suckers - animals with a sense of smell fifteen times stronger than a dog's - surrounded Troshev. The supermarshal's cyclopean palace went deep underground, its thick walls housing plasma cannons and cascading lasers. The interior of the deep bunker was simple - luxury was not encouraged. Before this, Troshev saw his boss only in a three-dimensional projection. The supermarshal was an elderly, experienced warrior of one hundred and twenty years old. I had to go down in a high-speed elevator, penetrating a good ten kilometers underground.

Having passed the cordon of elite guards and combat robots, the marshal entered the office, where the plasma computer simulated an expanded hologram of the galaxy with marks of the concentration of Russian troops and the places of supposed enemy strikes. Smaller holograms hung nearby; images of other galaxies were visible. Control over them was not continuous; interspersed among the stars were glimpses of independent states inhabited by intelligent, sometimes very strange, races. Troshev did not peer at this splendor for long; he had to make another report. Igor Roerich looked young, his face was almost wrinkle-free, and he had 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 and was to the benefit of the ruthless war selector. Lifespan was limited to one hundred and fifty years. Even for the elite. Well, the birth rate remained very high, abortions were only for defective children, and contraception was prohibited. The supermarshal turned his gaze to Troshev as he entered.

- And here you are, Maxim. Dump all the data onto the computer, it will process it and provide a solution. What can you say about recent events?

- The Confederates and their allies learned a good lesson. The scales are tipping in our direction. Over the last ten, the vast majority of battles have been won.

Roerich nodded.

- I know it. But the allies of the Confederates, the Dugs, became noticeably more active. They are beginning to pose a serious threat.

- Agree.

Roerich clicked the image on the hologram and slightly enlarged it.

- Before you is the Smoor galaxy. Here is the second largest Dug stronghold. This is where we will strike the main blow. If successful, we will be able to win the war within seventy, maximum one 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 propose that you lead Operation Steel Hammer. It's clear?

- That's right, Your Excellency.

Igor frowned.

-Why such titles? Simply contact us: Comrade Super-Marshal. Where did you pick this up?

Maxim felt ashamed.

-I, Comrade Supermarshal, studied with Bing. They preached the old imperial style.

- Clear. But now the empire is different, the chairman has simplified the previous customs and procedures. Moreover, a change of power is coming soon, and we will have a new elder brother and supreme commander. Perhaps I will be dismissed, and if Operation Steel Hammer is successful, you will be appointed in my place. We must 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 a change of leader is about to happen, and their new leader will be younger than both of them. Naturally, this will be the best.

- I'm ready. I serve great Russia!

- So go. My generals will fill you in on the details.

After saluting, the marshal left.

The bunker corridors were painted khaki. The operational headquarters was located below. Numerous photonic and plasma computers at an accelerated pace processed information flowing from various points of the metagalaxy. There was a lot of routine work ahead, and the marshal was released only after an hour and a half. Now a long hyperjump to a neighboring galaxy awaited him. Huge forces must gather there, almost a sixth of the entire Russian space fleet. Several million starships. After the minor details were settled, the marshal rose to the surface. The deep coolness gave way to 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 the 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 and became more cheerful. Buildings with an original composition appeared; he would probably call them luxurious - representatives of the privileged class settled in them. During the total war, the layer of oligarchs decreased, but was not completely destroyed. The palaces were real works of art. One of them resembled a medieval castle, where instead of the teeth of a parapet there were palm trees. Another stood on thin legs, and the freeway stretched below him; he looked like a brightly colored spider, covered in stars. Many of the buildings where poorer people lived also did not evoke associations with barracks; on the contrary, impressive facades sparkled, decorated with statues of leaders and commanders of past centuries. Not everything should be painted khaki, Troshev thought. In addition, perhaps the most populous city in the universe should have beautiful architecture. The tourist sector was especially colorful with moving walkways, with buildings made in the shape of gigantic roses, as well as blossoming and intertwined tulips, strung daisies and intricately mixed exotic animals. Apparently, it"s interesting to live in a bear or a saber-toothed tiger, it makes children happy. However, adults are also amazed when such a structure moves or plays. The twelve-headed rotating dragon made an indelible impression on the marshal; multi-colored fountains, illuminated by neon, erupted from each mouth. In general, there were a great many fountains of the most bizarre shapes, throwing multi-colored jets hundreds of meters into the air. And how beautiful they are, in the light of the four suns, intertwining into a water pattern, a fabulous, unique play of colors. The children here were cheerful and beautiful: their colorful clothes gave them a resemblance to fairy-tale elves. There were not only people here, half of the audience were aliens. Nevertheless, the children of strangers happily played with the human children. Troshev also encountered intelligent plants. Lush golden-headed dandelions with four legs and two thin arms. Their babies had only two legs, and their golden heads were densely strewn with emerald spots. Maxim knew this race well - Gapi, three-sexual plant creatures, peace-loving, but by the will of fate they were drawn into an all-out interstellar war and became natural allies of Great Russia.

There were enough representatives of other races - mostly neutral states and planets. They wanted to look at the incredible capital of the empire. Here the war seems distant and unreal, it is thousands of parsecs away, and yet, an uneasy feeling did not leave the marshal. The thought arose in my head that on those planets that they would have to attack, intelligent beings also lived and entire billions of thinking creatures would die. Streams of blood will be shed, thousands of cities and villages will be destroyed. But he is the marshal of the empire, and must fulfill his duty.

After admiring the tourist center, the marshal ordered the gravity plane to be deployed and headed for the industrial areas. The houses here were slightly lower, with a simple layout. The factories were located deep underground.

As soon as the gravity plane landed, a flock of barefoot guys with rags and cleaning products immediately rushed towards it. Thin ragamuffins in rags of already tired, faded khaki, with large torn holes. Deeply tanned, almost black. It seems that the protracted war forced them to tighten their belts. Troshev began to feel sympathy. The driver, Captain Fox, did not share such sentiments.

- Come on, little rats, get out of here! Marshall is coming! - he barked.

The homeless children rushed in all directions, all they could see was their dirty heels. It"s hard to walk barefoot on a surface that"s hot from four "suns" at once, and the poor children didn"t know what shoes were. One of the boys, however, turned out to be bolder than the others and turned around and showed his middle finger. The captain pulled out a blaster and shot at the impudent boy; he would have killed him, but the marshal managed to push the captain"s arm at the last moment. The charge flew past, making a crater in the pavement, fragments of molten stone fell on the boy"s bare legs, and he collapsed on the asphalt. By an effort of will, the future warrior managed to hold back his scream and, enduring the pain, stood up. Maxim gave the captain a hard slap in the face.

- Three days in the guardhouse. Attention, hands at your sides! - The marshal commanded in a menacing tone - Children are our property, and we must take care of them, and not kill them. Got it, monster?

The fox stretched his arms out at his sides. He nodded curtly.

- Answer according to the regulations.

- Yes sir.

Maxim turned his gaze to the boy. He was fair-haired with a handsome, sly face, and muscular. Under a torn T-shirt, you can see his strong abs lined with chocolate bars.

-What is your name?

- Yanesh Kowalski! - The ragged man barked at the top of his lungs.

- I see in you the makings of a strong warrior. Do you want to enter the Zhukov School?

The boy became depressed.

- I would be glad, but my parents are ordinary workers and will not be able to pay for my education.

Marshall smiled.

- You will be enrolled for free. You, as I see, 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 lungs again.

"Then take your place in the ranks, soldier." And for starters - in my car.

Lisa winced. The boy was a bit dirty, and the interior would have to be washed after him.

Having risen, the gravity plane rushed into government quarters.

Janesh, with bated breath, studied the huge, luxuriously decorated houses.

- We are not allowed into the central sector, and this is so interesting.

- You'll see enough more.

And yet, the marshal, driven by a feeling of compassion, ordered to fly up to the tourist center. The boy looked with all 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 onto one of the mind-blowing rides.

The usually stern Maxim was as kind and gentle as ever that day.

- If you want, take a ride on the "mountain of joy", and after that come straight to me. Take the money, otherwise they won"t let you in.

The marshal handed over the piece of paper.

Yanesh rushed towards the rides, but his appearance was too conspicuous.

At the entrance to the space-ninja hall, he was stopped by massive robots.

-Guy, you are poorly dressed, clearly from poor neighborhoods. You should be detained and taken to the station.

The boy tried to escape, but they hit him with a stun gun, throwing him onto the asphalt. Troshev had to jump out of the car and go investigate.

- Wait, this cadet is with me.

The policemen who pulled up stopped, staring at the marshal. Maxim was in field uniform, but the military commander"s epaulettes sparkled brightly in gold against the four suns.

The senior patrolman, a police lieutenant, saluted.

- Sorry, Marshal, but the instructions prohibit allowing beggars into 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 had no intention of demonstrating his mistake.

-This boy is a scout. He was carrying out an assignment from the high command.

The lieutenant nodded and pressed the button on his pistol. Janesh Kowalski jerked and came to his senses. The marshal smiled and extended his hand. At this moment, the four alien galacts suddenly bristled with beam throwers. Outwardly, the aliens resembled rough-hewn tree stumps with blue-brown bark; their limbs were knotted and crooked. Before the monsters had time to open fire, Maxim fell onto the cover, pulling out a blaster. The fiery trails passed along the top, crashed into the colorful statue, spraying the picturesque pedestal into photons. Troshev cut off two attackers with a laser beam, the two surviving inogalacts moved to the sides. One of them was also caught by the inexorable beam, but the second managed to hide behind the ledge of the facade. The monster fired from three hands at once and, although Maxim moved quickly, he was slightly hit - his side was burned and his right hand was damaged. The enemy's rays tangentially hit the "mad water lily" attraction. An explosion followed.

The marshal"s vision was swimming, but he was surprised to see how Yanesh tore out a piece of the slab and threw 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 the row of five eyes. The creature jerked and stepped forward, staggering. 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. The marshal immediately noticed this.

"All the best are fighting at the front, and in the rear, on the city streets, cowards are sitting out.

The well-fed lieutenant turned pale. I approached Maxim.

- Comrade Marshal, I apologize, but they had heavy beam throwers, and we...

- And what's that! - Maxim pointed to the blaster at the patrolman"s belt. - Fly swatter? It"s a pity, apparently, there is no work for you in the capital. You won"t sit idle, I will try to get you sent to the front.

Having beckoned the boy, Maxim helped him jump on board the gravity plane, and then firmly shook his hand.

-Well, you're an eagle. I'm glad I wasn't mistaken about you.

Kowalski winked in a friendly manner, his voice sounding quite loud and joyful.

- I only made one successful throw. I could...

- You will have the opportunity. You graduate from college and go straight into battle. You have your whole life ahead of you, you still have to fight to the brim.

- War is great! - The boy exclaimed enthusiastically. - I want to go to the front immediately, pick up a beam gun...

- You can"t do it right away, you"ll be killed in the first battle. Get a specialty first.

Yanesh sniffed offendedly. He was confident in his abilities, he thought that he already knew how to do a lot, including shooting. Meanwhile, the gravity plane 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 could live inside. The genetically modified pineapples with golden skin looked appetizing. True, contrary to expectations, they did not evoke much admiration from the boy.

- I have already been to such forests. - Yanesh explained. - Unlike the central districts, everyone is allowed there. Although it takes a long time to get there on foot.

- Maybe! - Said Maxim. - And yet, admire the plants here... There"s a mushroom, a whole platoon can fit under it.

- Just a semblance of a big fly agaric. It is inedible. I remember I collected a whole bag of cut pieces of fruit. I love pavarara - the skin is thin and the taste is absolutely delicious. Figs are nothing compared to it. You have to be careful when you cut. It might burst, and then the stream would be like a waterfall - it would carry you away before you even had time to utter a word. The fruit here is too big. You have to carry them in parts in a plastic bag, and this is very inconvenient.

Maxim patted Janesh on the shoulder.

- Not everything is measured by food. Let's go down and pick some flowers.

- A gift for the girl! Why not!

The boy's hands reached for the steering wheel. Captain Fox struck his fingers angrily.

- Don't touch the steering wheel, puppy.

And immediately in response he received another reprimand from the marshal.

"You only have the courage to fight a child."

- I'm sorry, Your Excellency!

Yanesh couldn't help but laugh.

- If you want, try it. - Maxim allowed.

"I have experience in simulators," said Yanesh.

Without a shadow of doubt or fear, Kowalski put his hands on the steering wheel and directed the car down. Apparently, he really did have remarkable abilities. The gravity plane rushed past the tops of gigantic trees.

Maxim did not interfere, allowing the boy to control the aircraft. It must be said 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 wouldn"t be a big deal; the gravity plane has a perfect safety system. Finally, they sat down in a clearing strewn with small but fabulously beautiful flowers. It seemed that the good wizard had generously scattered the jewelry. The complex range of colors dazzled in the eyes, and the intoxicating smell evoked indescribable delight.

Yanesh even whistled in admiration. When they landed, the boy jumped out and began picking flowers, picking up a whole armful. Maxim was cold-blooded, he liked the landscape and, nevertheless, something was alarming. Feeling threatened. Having gone through fire and water, the marshal was accustomed to trusting his intuition; it rarely let him down. In principle, the capital of a great empire should not harbor life forms dangerous to humans. There's something different here. Maxim beckoned the boy and whispered quietly in his ear:

- There are enemies near us. Hide the flowers and come with me.

Janesh's eyes sparkled.

- I'm ready.

Leaving the bouquet in the car under the supervision of Captain Fox, Maxim and Yanesh moved deeper into the forest. Of course, the troops should have been called in and combed the area. But Maxim was captured by excitement. Janesh, of course, was possessed by romantic aspirations; he imagined himself as a military intelligence officer and rejoiced at it. They made their way through the jungle, trying not to make noise. Yanesh managed to burn his bare legs on purple nettles, but restrained himself, although the skin up to his knees was covered with large blisters.

"Be careful," Maxim whispered. - In the forest, danger is hidden in every blade of grass.

"We need protective camouflage here," Yanesh whispered. The rags barely hid the body; something was crawling along the legs. Large insects, as Yaneš learned in school, do not eat people 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. The small living creatures behaved restlessly, as if someone had scared them. The marshal took the boy by the hand and whispered in his ear:

- There's an ambush ahead!

Maxim took a sound detector out of his pocket and carefully listened to the surrounding area. That"s right, five human fighters and about the same number of aliens were lying nearby. Well, with such a balance of forces, it is better not to engage in battle, but to bypass the enemy.

That's what they did.

The experienced soldier and the green boy moved in sync. We had to walk through dense thickets of bushes, drowning ankle-deep in moss. With great difficulty, the marshal figured out the break in the human chain and managed to slip through in this place. THEY were lucky; none of the aliens had animal senses or phenomenal hearing. The sound detector could already distinguish softly spoken words.

- Mister Resident, you are asking the impossible from me.

In response, a voice similar to croaking.

- And you, general, are used to only taking money without working for it in full.

Judging by the timbre, he belonged to a non-humanoid race.

- They paid you half a million, so what? Outdated information about spy satellites.

"It"s not my fault," the human voice continued to lazily justify itself. - Information of this kind, in principle, becomes outdated very quickly. I'm 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, as its creators claim, is impregnable and, nevertheless, if enemies have become active 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 striking distance. Then our army, like an all-penetrating gravitational wave, will flood Russian spaces and subjugate the imperial worlds.

Maxim caught a depressed sigh; apparently, the traitor was not particularly happy with such a prospect. However, he replied:

- The fifth column is more active than 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 forces. Mercenaries will infiltrate here under the guise of tourists, hide in the forests, and then play their role in the general attack.

- So it will be.

- And look, man, if the attack of our starships fails, it will be worse for you. Your own counterintelligence will tear you to pieces, and your execution will be slow and painful.

Although Maxim did not see who was talking, he was sure that SMERSH would be able to identify the traitor by his voice.

- We need information about all the latest appointments in the enemy leadership. Everything you know.

- According to my information, young Marshal Maxim Troshev was appointed to command the star fleet in the Smur 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 attack by large forces.

Maxim shuddered, he wanted to rush forward and strangle the geek. The operation is in jeopardy.

- I think so it is. As for other appointments...

The traitor listed for a long time and tediously, but Maxim already had 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, identified traitors are not dangerous, and disinformation can be leaked through them. The main thing is no amateur performance. However, the boy, who had been sitting calmly until now, moved, and it was noticeable that youthful energy was in full swing.

- Maybe we can hit them with a laser, Mister Marshal?

"No, under no circumstances," whispered Maxim. - That"s what intelligence is for, to collect information and report it to the right people. If you violate the order, I will personally shoot you.

The Marshal raised his beam gun threateningly.

Yanesh nodded.

- Orders are not discussed.

Maxim regretted taking the boy with him. What if their whispers are heard... Meanwhile, a squeak was heard in the sound detector, and the alien spoke again.

- Tell "Jupiter" that if he does not help us, we can give him away by sacrificing this pawn. Then your Supreme will be furious, and mercy is not one of his shortcomings.

"Yes," thought Maxim, "a leader must be tough." Once upon a time 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 supreme power occurs every thirty years. But this chance was missed too. Firstly, Maxim"s character was too soft, and secondly, his paranormal abilities, so strong in childhood, began to weaken with age. However, becoming a marshal when you are not even forty... that says something.

- Don't touch Jupiter. He is your best hope. Without it, the chances of winning the war are negligible.

Inogalakt cackled something inaudibly in response. Then he said articulately:

- "Jupiter" is valuable when active. Because of his inaction, our troops are suffering too many losses. Be that as it may, you will convey our instructions to him. For now you can go.

"That"s it, you can leave," Maxim sighed with relief. At that moment, refuting his words, an explosion occurred. A shootout ensued.

- Damn it! Rework again...

The marshal bent down, and only joyful sparkles flashed in Yanesh"s eyes.

. CHAPTER No. 11

- You speak conscience! - The arrogant slave growled.

- So that happiness belongs to everyone, and not to a select few. For this holy cause I raised my sword! - The Witcher exclaimed.

The Count was skeptical:

- No! I believe you are driven either by resentment or by a lust for power! There were slave uprisings, but they only ended in massacres. These are the consequences of any rebellion.

- This will not be a riot, but a revolution. The most important thing will happen later, after the victory! - The warrior said with great enthusiasm.

- Revolution? Strange word, did you come up with it yourself? - Forsa was surprised.

- Not really! This term was given to me by an angel in a dream. - Witcher switched on with inspiration.

- An angel or one of the black gods! Prophetic dreams are deceitful. - The count doubted.

- In any case, you will have a chance to change people's lives for the better and become a better person yourself! All troubles come from selfishness, prosperity is possible only through common efforts. A person without a team is like a coal, without a fire, gives little light and quickly goes out! - She spewed out a stream of Witcher"s eloquence.

- You say a person should be in a team. But do you know what animal nature is? - Forsa inquired sarcastically.

- And the animal is better off in the herd! And in general, since you are a slave and were not ransomed, then the nobility turned away from you, in words your faithful friends showed their true colors. This means it"s time to look for comrades in a different environment. - Witcher suggested more calmly.

Count de Bor was silent for a few seconds, and then extended his hand:

"Even though I don"t believe in ultimate success, at least my blade will drink blood."

- Logic should not serve instincts - the mind of lust! - Said Witcher.

- Well, okay, enough, lecture me! There will be a war - there will be a feat! - The Count began to wipe off the blood from himself.

- You are an experienced and brave warrior, you should be chosen as a squad leader! - The warrior suggested.

- Not bad, but you don"t need to elect every military leader. There must be a stricter principle of unity of command. You have been chosen, so you appoint! -The Count began to put on his chain mail. A couple of boys rushed to his aid.

- What about free competition? - Witcher doubted.

- It is destructive for the army! - Force cut off. - The economy is a rhizome of many shoots, the army is a single trunk!

Witcher joked:

- But more often it"s oak, and not in terms of power and stability, but in the level of control!

The half-naked boy handed the count a sword. He responded by slapping him on his bony back, which had been beaten more than once. The boy groaned and jumped back, twitching his brown legs.

Witcher said decisively:

- I am forming five legions of truncated composition, two and a half soldiers each. You are appointed to command the third! And let the slaves choose the rest!

The last proposal caused controversy, almost turning into brawls. Then a fight actually broke out, several slaves were wounded, and Witcher had to intervene. Having knocked down the quickest ones, she yelled:

- Stop using the baton! Let's move on to the direct appointment of commanders.

The slaves were not content with grumbling, but when the warrior put such a proposal to a vote, they unanimously raised their hands.

Here Witcher, who led the uprising, had to work hard. In fact, it is difficult to identify a worthy one by eye, and he kept asking the prospective candidates questions. Finally, appointments were made to the legions, and temporary commanders were appointed to smaller branches.

- 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. Witcher put the boy Bik in command over them. The guys cried out in displeasure:

- He's still too small! We don't need the little one. Put the biggest and the strongest over us.

- And who do you want?

- I miss you! He is the most worthy!

An athletic young man stepped forward; he was still a boy, but already tall as an oak tree. True, his face seemed dull. Vedmakova, knowing full well how important intelligence is for a commander, asked:

- What is seven eight?

The young man looked at her and muttered:

- I don't know! The main thing is muscles and strength.

Bik barked into the loudspeaker:

- Muscles without brains are a handful of meat - for which the frying pan is crying!

- Shut up, you bug! I'll blow your jaw off! - The young hero roared.

- Anyone who doesn"t know that seven eight is fifty-six is unlikely to be able to hit his fist further than his nose! - The boy stuck his tongue out at him.

The young thug barked at the top of his lungs:

- I challenge you, we will fight to the death!

- You imitate me like a rat-monkey! - Count de Force noted. - However, this is the only decent way out.

- Of the two duelists, one is a fool, the other is a scoundrel! - I noticed Witcher. "Although it"s good for boys to warm up."

Bik stood opposite his enemy, the difference in height was great, his opponent was five times heavier. The child, however, peered with contempt at his prominent muscles; the boy was thin, but wiry. His round face made faces, his sword rotated in his hands.

- Well, how will we fight or make peace! "Mockingly," he asked.

- Yes, I love you! - The athlete attacked the boy. He struck with a backhand, his sword was long and heavy, apparently it was a two-handed one. Bik dodged the blow without even trying to parry, but simply jumped above the trajectory and thrust his sword into the bridge of his nose. The boy hit only based on the calculation - to scratch, but not to kill.

The brute became even more furious and began to swing his second sword. Here even Buk had to push harder as he ran away. The boy's bare heels grew smaller, and the blades rushed after them. Suddenly Bik stopped, a pipe appeared in his teeth. The enemy swung harder and rushed with a horse's gallop, spreading his thick arms wide. Grinning crookedly, the boy spat, and something small hit the athlete"s face. Bik walked 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 the little boy to defeat the giant. Then the children screamed joyfully, 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. A purple spot spread across the rough, sparsely haired face of the young hero. The doctor said with surprise:

- Basilica! A needle containing poison was stabbed into him, paralyzing his limbs.

- Temporarily! - Said Bik. - Then he comes to his senses. He won"t remember anything, he simply won"t notice his shame.

Witcher approached the boy:

-Where did you learn to make poisons?

- Nowhere! Found it in one of the estates. The rich are also not happy with their position in society. So they make all sorts of poisons. If the potion is sealed, no problem, I know how to open locks! - Bik winked slyly at Witcher.

- Where? - Asked the warrior.

- One thief taught me! 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 locks, even showed me something. He marveled at my memory and then ran away. - The boy winked slyly.

- And you didn"t follow him? - Witcher was surprised.

- No! We were all flogged for this escape anyway, and if I had also escaped, then every fifth one would have been crucified on pillars. Two people are already a conspiracy. - The wiry boy explained.

- Barbarians! Well, okay, if you are so memorable, perhaps meeting Khirov will be useful to you. - Witcher suggested.

- It"s possible! I have long wanted to become the strongest and smartest! - The boy showed a biceps ball.

- Stronger and smarter than me? - The warrior said playfully.

- 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 dissatisfied he is with his position! - I noticed Witcher.

- People don't fly! Only those whose minds are not used to groveling have wings! - The boy showed a precocious understanding.

- There will be wings in our army! I promise I'll think of something. - Witcher promised.

- And I believe you, big 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! - Bik said.

- The leader of the country should be a brother to people, not a bro! - The leader of the nation is first and foremost a servant of the people. However, let's leave the exchange of compliments; the weapon that you adopted should be used by others. Let's make some pipes! - Witcher ordered.

- They are not long-range enough! - Passa noticed. - Needs improvement.

- I"m already thinking about it, after all, lips and cheeks make it possible to hit at a short distance. But if there is something that expands itself and hits with force. Some mineral and herb. - Witcher 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, the sorcerer will help us with something." However, until large forces are thrown at us, we must attack. However, we must prepare carefully. It's easier to find a dry rock in the ocean than an invention that hasn't been used for military purposes! - Vedmakova summed up.

After all, the rebels spent the day in exercises, and at the same time, Bik sent reconnaissance.

An army set out from the city. Not very big, but well armed. A scout boy, riding a smaller crustacean cockroach, even drew attention to one absurdity:

- The warriors have five swords, and they can barely move!

- That's good! - Said Bik. - Or rather, it"s even wonderful, before they come to us, they"ll be exhausted from excess weight.

Witcher slyly noted:

- Experienced warriors said, do not take weapons larger than five fingers on your right hand. Well, of course not bad, their stupidity will help them win faster. In the meantime, let the slaves sleep for a couple of hours. They had had a hard day, and the battle would not be easy. Exactly how many soldiers do the enemies have?

- Five and a half thousand. - Bik said confidently. - This means that if we squeeze them all, then no more than five hundred people will remain in the city.

- This is quite reasonable, it will be necessary to approach from all sides. At night they won"t dare attack us; they"ll cut their own. This means that they will set up a camp so that they can hack at dawn with all their might. Maybe they will even divide the troops for the purpose of encirclement. - Witcher suggested.

Count de Forza objected:

- I know well the habits that reign in the Sultanate; we have fought with them more than once. At night they will send several spies with golden 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, stretching Witcher"s toes. - But they don"t have invisibility caps, the guard boys are so observant and cunning, they"ll 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.

- Logical! I'll be the first to attack! - Said Bik.

- It will be necessary to remove the guards, and this can be done with the help of shooting tubes. - Witcher showed the device. - There is a kind of piston attached here, three types of herbs, and oil with carbide. You just need to act carefully, otherwise the recoil will knock out the boys' teeth. You will take the smartest boys with you.

- Many have experience of raiding gardens and stealing. Those who were born free, and those who were not, especially domestic slaves, stole from their owners. - Bik calmed everyone down. - So we went through the school of survival.

- All the better! In general, I think there won"t be too many guards. After all, who are we to them? Slaves are stupid! Stupidity is closer to humility - quickness of mind is closer to villainy.

The sorcerer Khirov 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 of them mercenaries from different countries. We will have many women in our army, and with rare exceptions they are weaker warriors than men.

So every battle needs to be carefully planned. Moreover, at the first defeat, the slaves will begin to run away from us.

- Victory as a woman attracts with its brilliance, but repels with its price! - Witcher"s wit flashed again.

- Great! Now I see that the operation plan is completely agreed upon. All that remains is to clarify the details. During the battle, panic will begin in the ranks of the enemy, and most of the soldiers will run to the city of Zhit. - Suggested by Khirov

- It's clear! The strongest detachment of slaves will strike from the rear, just from the direction of the city. Perhaps I will lead him. - Suggested by Count Forsa.

- It"s not possible, and you! - The sorcerer clarified.

"Besides, we have pots of oil, and I ordered wicks to be attached to them." We'll throw them into the camp and increase the panic. - Witcher suggested.

- And this is also reasonable. - The sorcerer agreed. - Only you haven"t prepared enough of these charges yet.

- Right! Fire is the god of war and, like other gods, requires attention and sacrifice! But we didn"t have enough time to prepare everything. - Witcher herself felt ashamed of her roteness.

- Next time you will be more sophisticated. In the meantime, it didn"t bother us to sleep. - Khirov yawned without any pretense.

Witcher nodded:

- I have a beastly habit of sleeping little and lightly, but our brothers deserve rest.

- Sleep is a strategic weapon, its lack is the cause of fatigue, which in turn is the germ of defeat. - Passa noticed.

The slaves, after exercising in the fresh air, slept like the dead. Only the guards sat in ambush, ready to raise the alarm. You never know that suddenly the enemy commander will be more far-sighted. However, everything worked out, apparently the commander of the government legion, 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. Or maybe they will just give up, after which there will be torture and executions. Temnik Ethyrimon 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, Ethrimon, together with the thousands, arranged a feast, naked dancers shook their charms in front of them. It was beautiful and fun. The millenarians threw bones at them and 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 through the woods, with a flock of boys moving ahead. Bik, pressed against a tree, hiding in the foliage, saw the first guard.

- Here he is, deliciously, missing.

The poison was slightly improved and caused instant paralysis. A hit in the face is not necessary, because the warriors of the Sultanate, as a rule, walk light and only the chest is covered with armor and the sentry is lying around.

- There is one!

Witcher herself is moving from the rear. She removes the guard without any shooting tube. He just comes in from behind and breaks his neck.

- Movement is life! Just don't sing - for peace! And so sad - my stomach is empty!

The warrior felt a little funnier. The trees around are tall and vines are visible. The beloved and the smartest slave boys are crawling nearby. Adult warriors are heavier and therefore fall behind. A heavier animal always makes more noise.

Witcher killed another guard along the way, who was just sucking coconut beer from a flask. The camp opened up before them.

It was not a particularly large camp; the soldiers slept, sometimes in tents, sometimes just on thick grass. The night is warm, not many sentries yawn, they look inattentively.

The main thing here is to remove them at once so that they don"t have time to raise the alarm. The swan cuckoo, with its pleasant voice, is better suited for this. She does not arouse any suspicion; on the contrary, her cooing can be heard almost continuously, but if you change the tone, you can catch the information.

Vedmakova does just that. They answer him. The sentries do not react; they were "lucky"; death turned out to be easy.

- One sword is like a drop of rain, it will fall and scatter, and when there are many of them, victory will be born!

The Witcher began to cut up the sleeping people. On the one hand, it was not chivalrous, but on the other hand, victory is worth honor! Honor is a relative concept and should be applied primarily to your soldiers!

First of all, finish off those who are richer dressed, the commanders. Swords were usually placed in a separate pile.

However, the pangs of conscience did not last long; the slaves also began the massacre and as a result of this, alarm was raised. When you are attacked at night, panic is inevitable, especially if it is cloudy or cloudy. The slaves are all half-naked and can easily distinguish each other, and the warriors butt heads and often fight with each other. And someone shouts:

- Save yourself!

- Guard! Demons are attacking!

In times of panic, the role of the commander is more important than ever. Witcher knows this, and rushed to the main tent itself.

Ethyrimon, still half-drunk, barely opened his eyes. In general, anyone who drinks before a fight will end up with a hangover in hell.

- What's happened! Why are the pipes silent? - He yelled.

- The pipes are silent because the blades sing - steel is stronger than copper! - Witcher shouted. She jumped on Ethyrimon. Temnik, of course, skillfully wielded the blade, but was not yet fully composed, and the Witcher"s muscles were perfectly warmed up. She swung wildly, her henna-painted blade barely visible in the darkness. The head of the unlucky nobleman flew off.

Witcherova knocked down the thousand-man rushing at her with a kick. Another commander was removed by spitting from a tube.

- Why, the ghouls haven"t woken up!

Again a clear blow of the sword, the pierced enemy falls! Two thousand officers try to come at him from behind, but run into a dancer. She squeals and kicks. Witcher does not miss the moment, he cuts down one, finishes off the other. Well, an army without commanders is like a flock of sheep without a shepherd; one wolf, if it doesn"t eat it, will scare it!

Now the rebel slaves, many armed with a club, or at best a horn, took inspiration. The tactic of throwing five at one was very effective. It was easier to fall over and trample underfoot.

- Don't let them get away! Cut your legs! - Vedmakova shouted through a voice amplifier.

Solntslava hacked along with everyone else. How the muscles of this diva played. It"s not for nothing that many people think that an angry woman is worse 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 some semblance of order, but quickly died. In addition, the Sultanate did everything to ensure that the soldier forgot what initiative was. The rebels, in turn, quite cleverly pushed the Sultanate troops away from the cockroach snails.

- Don't let them sit on the saddle! - Solntslava shouted.

Passa added:

- Fire control the horses.

This helped, cockroach snails burst into the ranks and caused additional panic. As a result, not knowing what to do, many fighters began to flee. But this is exactly what Witcher and the slaves were waiting for. The fight escalated into extermination and persecution.

The warrior narrowed her right eye and threw three daggers:

- We won't let them leave!

Running away is more stupidity than cowardice! After all, most soldiers die not in battle, but during 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 guy didn"t even try to throw it off.

Witcher, noticing this, shouted:

- War is like a game of dominoes, only broken dominoes can no longer be collected - the earth holds!

- Nothing, my bones are young and strong! - The boy jumped off and slashed at the neck. After which he even sped up.

Witcher stumbled over a corpse; there were several bodies lying around, but the diva did not fall, but jumped over them. Then she slashed with swords. The morale of the troops fighting against them evaporated, and now the warrior turned into an executioner. There was even an aversion to blood. Witcher screamed:

- In the name of honor! Whoever throws down his weapon will live! Surrender, warriors of the Sultanate.

There were those who obeyed the order, but many continued to flee in despair, and some fell to their knees.

For example, ten powerful fighters surrendered to Bik at once. Maybe they thought it was safer to entrust their fate to a child. The boy shouted:

- Fall on your face!

The warriors fell down. Bik walked barefoot along their backs, despite the child"s light weight, the soldiers groaned in fear. Then the boy came up with the idea of whether he should relieve himself of his defeated enemies. But then he drove away the vile temptation, because slaves want to build a better society, and not repeat the path of their own masters.

- Okay, live - smoke the sky!

Gradually the battle faded away! Although it seems that the massacre is long. The Witcher came across a rather skilled warrior. After a brutal exchange of attacks, she finally disarmed him, then stunned him.

- We need these!

They threw nets on some of them, but some did not resist. The battle was almost over, only the flight and pursuit dragged on. Witcherova personally led the chase and killed many, but she could not destroy the entire army down to the last soldier.

Nevertheless, the young warrior, with several hundred slaves on horses, decided on a daring adventure, namely, to immediately capture the city, which was not ready for defense.

- This will be a strong move. We won"t let the wealth be taken away, and most importantly, we"ll rush in on our shoulders.

Several dozen soldiers of the defeated army still managed to jump on the cockroach snails and galloped to the gate.

They didn"t open right away, there was a squabble. When the gates lowered, the Witcher and her horsemen jumped out from behind the forest. She screamed using the boy's device:

- In the name of the great Sultan Erifef! Powerful reinforcements are rushing towards you! If you want to protect the city, let the warriors take their place on the walls.

The sleepy guards did not realize it right away, especially since Witcher had thrown on herself a rich robe that she had stolen from the corpses. The helmet alone is worth it, it sparkles like an icicle in the sun, well, who can refuse such a noble commander.

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 Sultan Erifef, with a fountain spouting from behind his mouth. In the largest hall it was noisy and fun, music was playing - a feast was a mountain. Noble nobles of the sultanate staged a Sabantuy. Wearing expensive togas embroidered with gold, they lay on lush pillows; on low tables there were piles of dishes, wines and liqueurs. Hundreds of lamps glittered on the tables and walls. Throughout the estate and in the colonnades, countless slaves, slave girls, slave boys and bodyguard soldiers guarding the palace flashed. The dignitaries sipped toasts. The chief nobleman, Sheikh du Pustemorov, froze in the arms of two naked hetaeras. He twitched and moaned like a man possessed, finally freed himself and screamed.

-And now it"s time to have gladiator fights. And so boring, there is no blood, and the wine is not to the soul.

The bugle sounded and fighters were called into 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 wanted to combine two types of entertainment: erotic and bloody.

A fire was burning in the center of the miniature Colosseum, glass-enhanced torches gave off a rather bright light with a purple tint, the white gravel glittered, giving the podium a cheerful look. The first to run onto the stage was a muscular and slender girl in a leather belt. Like a first-class gymnast, she did two somersaults and walked on her hands. Then she stood opposite the prince, froze, crossing a sword and a dagger in such weapons they called him a mirmillon. Despite the fact that the girl could compete in a beauty contest, how soft, velvety her skin and blond hair are, 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 retiary. Having done a stretch, he stood opposite the enemy. He 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 Caisca! 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 primordial flame!" - The girl answered rudely.

- Why are you so cruel! We are still virgins, we must live! - The young man said with timid hope.

- This won't help us! Even the gods despise slaves!

The training at the gladiator school was tough and the scars were visible on the naked shiny bodies of the young fighters.

The crowd became animated, bets were made, wild shouts encouraged the young gladiators, who clearly did not want to fight.

The sheikh's wife took out a leather bag.

- Fifty gold for Kaiska! "She flashed her large teeth.

- Let's start! The sheikh gave the signal.

So different and at the same time having much in common, the warriors came together, their movements were fast and chaotic. First, the warrior with the trident tried to throw a net, but missed and his opponent, jumping wildly at him, managed to slash him in the 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 walked away and leaned against the net, not allowing the once beloved gladiator to approach.

- You men are stupid! This means they are doomed to defeat! - The girl said arrogantly.

- How was he born? - The young man looked embarrassed.

Suddenly the retiarius with the trident grabbed the gravel with his hand and threw it in his face. The maneuver had an effect, the girl closed her eyes, and at that very second the trident pierced her abs.

Crying out in pain, the young gladiator writhed, but, nevertheless, managed to plunge the blade into the shoulder. Retiarius screamed and pulled out his weapon. The sword flashed like lightning, almost piercing his neck. The gladiator retreated, his chest was cut. 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 tip pierced the flesh of the leg. Retiarius screamed and fell, then picked up the dagger and tried to get up, at that moment the sword struck him in the neck. Already losing consciousness, he struck the myrmillon blade into the solar plexus. The once loving couple (like Romeo and Juliet) fell to the gravel dead. The drunken audience laughed and hooted. Three gloomy slaves with low foreheads and protruding jaws ran into the arena; they burned the bodies of those who lost, but received spiritual freedom, with a hot iron. Having made sure that they were dead, they hooked them with their ribs and dragged them off the stage. The place where there was blood was covered with coals.

-They will go to feed on insects. - Sheikh"s wife Demeter bared her horse teeth. - It"s a pity that the bones are too small, the animals will remain hungry.

- There will be no meat and cookery. It"s a pity, really, a couple of them could have turned out to be quite promising athletes! - The sheikh growled.

- In your bed? - The diva inquired sarcastically.

- Why not! The girl is pretty, and the boy could be yours. "The sheikh had quite progressive views, believing that a wife could well amuse her plump body with a young slave.

- Smallish and fragile! Don't we have another pair like this? - Demeter inquired.

- Unfortunately, there is no! Let's look at the young shift that was sent to us from the neighboring school. - The sheikh grinned.

- Maybe it"s better to let them grow up! Otherwise we will kill all our prisoners. - Unexpectedly, the nobleman"s wife showed compassion.

- The news about the slave revolt is too joyful and I want to celebrate it to the fullest. - The nobleman shook his stomach.

- Unless, of course, Etymon gets ahead of you! - The fat girl teased.

- Such a nonentity! All the better, let"s finish off all the gladiators now and deprive the fool of the spectacle. Come on newbies! - The sheikh growled.

- These are not exactly newbies. - Demeter licked her lips

The gong sounds again and the warrior boys run into the arena. They look about fourteen to fifteen years old, with fairly broad shoulders and chests. Like previous fighters, he does somersaults and runs on his hands. Having already run out onto the podium, they put on weapons, helmets, chest armor, shields and swords. One has a straight blade, while the other has a curved blade like a saber. The sculpted abs are open and scars are visible on it. The boy standing on the right has healed cuts running across his chest in three lines.

The skin is generously oiled and shiny.

The manager announces.

-The famous fighters Fudoros with a curved saber and Saflorov with a straight sword perform in the ring. Fudoros has six fights and Saflorov has seven. All their rivals were either killed on the spot or stabbed to death by decision of the people. The manager pointed his finger at the crowd. Those who want to bet have appeared again. The Sheikh barked.

- One hundred gold coins for Saflorov.

Bets were quickly concluded, the nobles swore. The two even got into a fight. One splashed a glass of wine, the other hit him in the face with a fat leg. The hetaeras and guards rushed to calm the raging public. The sheikh's wife, imperious, impudent, fat, barked:

-Forward! Kill!

The gladiators converged. This time, they took their time, testing each other with careful blows. Colliding, the swords sparkled slightly, the shields trembled. The public did not really like this caution; it howled with displeasure and bones flew towards the fighters. The sheikh overturned the tray and became covered in wine and jam. Then he spat and squealed angrily.

-If you don't fight, I'll have you hanged upside down. Several pressing savage "janissaries" ran onto the podium, they brandished spears, demonstrating pokes into the open back. Saflorov went on the offensive, attacking furiously, he kicked his counterpart in the knee. The teenager stepped back, moving his sword slightly to the side, his opponent slashed across the chest. A poorly screwed plate fell to the bottom. The next attack left a deep mark on the skin and thick blood flowed. Fudoros retreated, one of the hairy fighters hit him in the legs. And when the boy hesitated, Saflorov hit his helmet with such fury that he staggered and collapsed. The shock caused the "helmet" to fly off, revealing a white head with a swollen bump on its forehead. Saflorov put the blade to his nervously heaving chest. He glanced sideways at the "audience".

I was waiting for a sign. When the majority runs through their hair, it means to kill, and when they press their palms into a lock, it means to have mercy.

However, mercy was not read in the fierce faces. Almost everyone, even women and teenagers, ran their palm over their throat.

-Death! Finish him off!

The sheikh's wife barked mockingly.

- He got off too cheaply. Give it to me for one night.

Saflorov hesitated, lightly pressed on the naked chest of the defeated teenager, and a drop of blood appeared. Then, in despair, he threw away the sword:

-I can't! He is my friend.

The noise suddenly stopped and there was deathly silence.

-What! - The sheikh became furious. -You refuse to kill the vanquished. Cage them both, after which there will be terrible torture in front of the entire gladiator school.

The warriors ran up to Fudoros, splashed water on his face, and then, to help him come to his senses faster, they burned his bare heel with a hot iron. The boy screamed, jumped up and two lassoes were immediately thrown 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. The poison paralyzed the young man, but did not kill him. Having tied them both up, they were locked in a cage. Saflorov was hit in the ribs with a hot rod, her skin began to smoke, and the seasoned boy bravely endured the injections. But apparently the torture of two disobedient boys was postponed for dessert.

The sheikh's wife sparkled:

- They should be my hubby. You know that I am inventive.

- I know, but just look, I might get jealous. The guys are beautiful and can already get married. - The sheikh bared his teeth.

- Most likely, they are even married! After all, these are the strongest and healthiest slaves who should multiply! - The fat girl winked.

- Gladiators are the color of bondage! I wish I could get them and torture their wives. - The sheikh grinned.

- We'll make it! By the way, girls again.

Now the women had to fight. Two half-naked divas wearing only loincloths entered the arena. They were chained by the necks and could not be separated from each other. Weapons: two daggers in each hand. Clearly the fight will be brutal 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! - The sheikh's wife barked. - This has already become a bad omen.

The poor women came together. It was scary, one of them almost immediately had her stomach torn open, the other was wounded in the chest. Continuing to cut themselves, the girls kicked out with their feet, tearing at their flesh. There was a lot of blood flowing and they could not leave and run away. Finally, one of them, completely cut up, fell to her knees. The black-haired woman laughed, trying to finish her off, but then ran into an insidious blow from the bottom to the rib. Groaning, she was still able to hit the offender on the back of the head. Both beautiful, mutilated women collapsed on the gravel, fluttered several times, and froze. The shaggy "janissaries" ran up to them and poked them with a hot iron. The warrior girls did not move.

-Again, more than one bet didn"t work out. Both are dead.

The public was disappointed, although witnessing the murder in itself is very pleasant. But no one has won yet.

In this situation, only a new battle could save the matter. The easy warm-up is over and it"s time for serious business.

Fifteen gladiators in perforated orange tunics, with three black feathers on their slimes, rushed 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. Behind this group ran out fighters in bright red tunics, also with short but straight swords, with a small round shield and an iron handcuff covering the right hand, not protected by a shield, and a knee pad protecting the left leg. Green feathers on the slippery helmets completed the picture.

Standing opposite each other, they bowed. This time the bets were for much larger sums, and gold flowed from hand to hand.

-It can"t be that they were all killed! - Said the sheikh"s wife. Someone will definitely win!

- So place your bet, this is the last battle. See, it"s already dawn! - The tired sheikh said with irritation.

- Then it will be serious! A thousand gold drachmas on red ones. - The fat woman wheezed.

- Why on them? - Why them? - The nobleman repeated twice, surprised.

- Because the eyes are meaner!

The manager shouted something. The hysterical sound of a trumpet sounded. Even the torches blinked, as if something had gotten into the monsters" eyes.

Conversations, noise, laughter, and chomping stopped: all eyes were fixed on the fighters. The first clash was terrible: amid the deafening silence that reigned, the blows of swords on shields were heard sharply. Feathers, fragments of helmets, pieces of broken shields flew across the arena, and excited, panting gladiators struck each other blow after blow. Less than three minutes had passed since the start of the battle, and blood had already been shed: four gladiators writhed in agony, and the combatants trampled them underfoot. One of those lying around grabbed his partner"s leg and turned his foot. He flew down, cutting his arm.

The prince's insatiable wife, 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 that Demeter was rooting for was defeated. Three swords pierced the broad chest at once, and an ill-timed bone was left in the hand of the unlucky leader.

The spectators followed the bloody vicissitudes of the battle with delight and tension. They screamed like a herd of wounded bulls. The local elite frantically, raged, encouraged 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 openly "goofed" lapping up the blood, the brave rebels killed the sleepy guards. Pobedonostsev, together with a handful of brave men, crushed the bodyguards and 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 reptiles are not even able to lift a sword, their stomachs are too much of a hindrance. If you have even a particle of pride left in you, chop off this abomination.

The gladiators seemed to be waiting for exactly this: they rushed towards the obese herd.

The servant slaves jumped aside, not wanting to die for their hated masters, and the boys even began throwing trays and food at the dignitaries.

Demeter screamed:

- Kill them all!

Then a crystal wine glass fell on her head, knocking out the bitch.

Witcher was angry. He chopped down the rich citizens of the city, shredding their meat.

It wasn't difficult, but it was disgusting. Pass's constant companion fought next to him. Bik did not lag behind, and the gladiators took revenge on their jailers.

The gloomy slaves lifted the manager onto the hook, they shouted:

- We are our own! They are slaves just like you!

- So prove it with a sword! - She screamed, and the candles on the Witcher"s chandeliers began to shake.

The sheikh tried to run away, but Bik tripped him up and poured honey down his collar:

- Well, where are you needed? No seasoning.

Solntslava cut off the heads of two nobles at once in one fell swoop, and crushed the jaw of a third with her knee. However, there was no longer even the semblance of a fight, the slaves were simply taking revenge. The remnants of the guards fled, and the feasters, even in the best shape, did not represent a serious military force. They were all killed before Witcher cooled down. Only the chief sheikh was still alive, Bik was pulling his hair. Vedmakov drove away the impudent boy:

- This is a noble person. It might come in handy for us!

. CHAPTER No. 12.

The Germans continued their assault on Stalingrad. There seemed to be very little left, but it was incredibly difficult to get through the last one. Even the massive use of Sturmtigers did not help. Although the destruction the jet bombs caused was enormous. Another means was napalm bombs.

The battalion of girls had thinned out, but the beauties were still fighting. On October 20, snow began to fall, and the beauties were all barefoot. They leave graceful marks on the white bedspread.

Beautiful girls rolled around in the snow a little and became cleaner. Matryona, after Seryozhka was captured, could not find a place for herself. It would be nice to lose such a smart and handsome 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. Working sixteen hours a day, with meager rations, the overseer's whip awaited Seryozhka.

More precisely, the boy is already in the quarry, and works there like a donkey. But it"s 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 comes the mighty Lion tank. Its gun is 150 mm, more effective and practical for battles in the city. The Fritz love this tank, it is so well protected from different sides.

"Mouse" crawls a little behind. A German vehicle weighing two hundred tons was also armed with a 150-mm cannon and a seventy-five. So much more practical. The number of machine guns has increased to four, and it is not easy to get close to the tank.

Anyuta, Maria and Alla are trying to gouge the mastodon together. They approach him carefully.

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 sea war and fierce fire! And in furious and furious fire!

"Mouse" was the latest modification, with six machine guns, two coaxial with barrels, and four rotating 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 the explosive package at the Mouse's caterpillar. There was a loud noise under the shield and the roller burst.

The girls shouted with joy:

- Get a fascist!

Alla swung her hand and threw a fragmentation grenade at the Fritz. The fascist was thrown up by the blast wave, and along with him, the heads of two black soldiers 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 it was not so successful, it hit the armor and exploded on the surface of the steel shell.

The girl said in annoyance:

- Eh, I messed up!

And she crawled for a new portion of homemade explosives. Her round heels, red from the cold, flashed. An almost naked girl crawled in the snow, a little uncomfortable. But we can bear it. Moreover, when shelling takes place, the snow melts.

Anyuta even sang:

- I know that the cold will soon disappear,

The stream will rush by 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 operate in small groups lead to serious losses.

The Mouse's short cannon fires fragmentation again. Shells are exploding 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, whom they did not feel sorry for.

Maria fired her rifle. The fascist mercenary fell and rolled over the stones of the ruins.

The girl rubbed her bare breasts with scarlet nipples. They're all warrior warriors - they're jumping around in their underpants. But there are almost no hits on them. Apparently nudity somehow especially protects beauties. Since they are able to survive in such hell!

Alla shakes off the mixture of snow and dirt and shoots again. It hit a black fighter right in the eye. A smart bitch, you can't say anything.

The three girls approach Mouse again. It is difficult to penetrate a vehicle that has such thick armor from all sides. But the warriors are full of optimism. If you can"t pierce the shell itself, then why not tear off the barrel.

Alla, kicking away 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!

Female warriors have long been armed with captured MP-44s. These machine guns have a long combat range. The beauties confidently fire. The blacks are falling again. They let out fountains of scarlet blood.

Maria, shooting, with both a rifle and a captured machine gun on her shoulders, sang:

- The insidious spider sharpened its sting,

And he drinks sacred, Russian blood from Russia!

For his adversary, everything is not enough and he will kill,

Who has love for Russia!

Love for Russia!

The girl sent a bullet at the assorted "guard" that was crawling out of the cracks. The beauty smiled, her face, although emaciated, retained its beauty and charm.

In general, all the girls in their battalion are beautiful. Here, for example, is the Tatar Seraphim. Her father is Tatar, but her mother is from Belarus, and from her Seraphima 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 are creeping towards her.

Serafima shoots quite accurately. Golden-haired Maria lay down next to her. Both girls fire and sing.

- Motherland! - Maria started...

- And the army! - She continued, shooting Seraphim.

Maria tweeted:

- This...

Firing and hitting the colored people, Seraphima reported:

- Two pillars!

Maria, grinning, tweeted:

- On the...

Seraphima fired and added:

- Which...

Maria, having cut down five, continued:

- It"s holding on!

Seraphima, firing, saluted:

- Planet!

Maria, shooting, tweeted:

- Chest...

Seraphima, shooting, purred:

- We'll protect...

Maria smashed the fascist"s head and said:

- We you....

Seraphim cut the Nazis with bullets and hissed:

- A country!

Maria, sending well-aimed bullets, tweeted:

- Everyone....

Seraphima, shooting more and more accurately, added:

- People!

Maria, throwing her dirty golden hair from her forehead, sang:

- Rath...

Seraphim bullet, and sending shots, issued:

- Yours...

Maria, hitting the fascist in the throat, continued:

- Warm!

The blonde Tatar woman, sending shots, continued:

- Clouds...

Maria, shooting accurately, added:

- Cool!

Seraphima grinned and chirped:

- Well and...

Maria shot accurately and roared:

- Sun!

Seraphima, firing in bursts, hissed:

- It's hot!

Maria continued with a chuckle:

- Automatic...

Seraphima, as if directing fire, barked:

- Nater...

Maria added well-aimed shots:

- Shoulder...

Seraphima added with a chuckle:

- To the soldier!

Maria sang enthusiastically, shooting:

- I'll dig...

Serafima, conducting fighter fire, added:

- The grave....

Maria, having knocked down the African, continued:

- To the adversary!

The girls ran out of ammunition. And she was forced to quickly run for cover. Supply across the Volga is very difficult. Constant bombing and shelling. Here is a reinforcement company sailing from the other side.

Fountains of spray and debris erupt around the boats. Stormtroopers roar in the sky. The Focke-Wulfs are flying in. And bombs are dropped on them.

Several boats broke apart. Soviet soldiers drown and die.

The enemy artillery fire is already too dense.

Even at night the Fritzes keep everything under fire. And their dive bombers are rushing around. Including grandfather Yu-87. Although jet aircraft have already entered production.

Here is the legendary Soviet Yak-9. He fights with the German ME-309. Agility, speed and weapons came together. The German is trying to defeat the Soviet machine on the first pass. But he fails. The yak, in turn, strives to get behind, but the Nazi escapes due to its 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 hits the Soviet vehicle. She loses speed and begins to fall.

Streams of smoke come out of it. And the engine burns...

What is this war! It is difficult to oppose a vehicle as powerful in armament as the ME-309, in which seven firing points compensate for the excess weight and poorer maneuverability.

The high speed allows the fascist to escape in a dive, and the front of the German fighter is well armored.

Anyuta is again trying to undermine Mouse. The girl is risking her life. She is already all scratched up, crawling naked along the fortifications. All the beauty is covered in scratches and scratches. But then he throws a grenade with an explosive package attached. She is even hit by a burst from a machine gun. Scratching the beauty's shoulder.

But the explosive package hit the barrel of a 150-mm cannon. And the German has already received significant damage. With great difficulty, the vehicle moves from its place and crawls back to the location of its troops to lick its wounds.

Focke-Wulfs and several TA-152s appear in the sky. They begin shelling Soviet positions. A pair of the newest HE-183, attack jet vehicles, also appeared. These vultures reached speeds of up to eight hundred kilometers per hour and were almost impossible to hit.

The girls shoot back at the Germans. There is always a chance to catch the enemy, despite the powerful protection of attack aircraft from ground fire.

Anyuta and Alla retrieved the captured Luftfaust. This is a weapon consisting of nine interconnected twenty-millimeter recoilless rifles.

You can shoot as if from 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 the smooth recoil.

A Focke-Wulf with six air cannons begins to smoke - its belly is torn open.

The girls roar enthusiastically:

- Puck! Puck! Goal!

Other German planes begin to circle over the girls' heads. The beauties dart into underground passages, dodging Focke-Wulf rockets.

Anyuta felt a twinkle in her coarsened heel. The girl purred:

- Oh hellish fire!

The girl's soles were covered in blisters and ached painfully. I wanted to poke something cold.

And on the surface the ruptures continue. The snow hisses from the flames, the ruins are torn apart. The Germans flood the positions with fire, but this does little good. The warriors hid like mice in holes. 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 answered proudly:

- We are here like three hundred Spartans! We repel superior enemy forces!

Red-haired Alla giggled and winked at her partner girl:

- And you can"t bypass us!

When the girls got to the surface, the raid was over. New black foot soldiers appeared. They climbed forward, and the girls had to open fire, forcing the enemy to dig his nose into the ground.

The Lions and Tigers went into battle again. 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 also thundered.

The girls fired at the Germans and their mercenaries. Knocked out opponents. Alla and Anyuta fired in pairs. Enemy faces 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 struck and added:

- Legion...

Anyuta, having cut off three of them, hissed:

- Enemies...

Allah nailed the opponents, blurted out:

- They....

Anyuta, having blown off half the Arab"s skull, continued:

- They want...

Alla, crushing the enemy, continued:

- You...

Anyuta, shooting, hissed in rage:

- Humble...

Alla, having pierced the Arab's skull, growled:

- Destroy...

Anyuta, continuing to nail, hissed:

- Notes...

Alla, as if shooting, whistled:

- Don't be afraid...

Anyuta, having fired an accurate shot, growled:

- Enemy...

Alla, shooting like a sniper, continued:

- Bayonet...

Anyuta, firing further, barked:

- Capable...

Alla, without stopping firing, hissed:

- Force...

Anyuta, firing in a rage, growled, correcting her friend:

- Courage...

Alla, in severe ecstasy, having shot the heads of the Africans, barked:

- Strength...

Anyuta, jumping with gunfire, hissed:

- Increase...

Alla, shaking her red curls, continued:

- And adversaries...

Anyuta, hitting the Arab in the stomach, said:

- 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 murder is clear!

The wave of advancing colonial troops subsided somewhat. The Nazis again moved their tanks forward. "Tigers"-2 appeared with their long muzzles and fired shells at everything they managed to notice.

"Tiger"-2 had an original turret shape and sloped armor plates on the sides. This made him somewhat more tenacious. The warriors again chose the tank tracks as their target. The fascist had to live like a fish 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 Royal Tiger began to turn back. Again the fascist was seriously wounded. Alla took it and barked, throwing a piece of glass with her bare toes:

- You will be in an oak coffin!

The glass flew right into the throat of an Indian, one of 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 again under attack. The girl hissed:

- We can do everything! And we will win!

Anyuta fired her rifle and said:

- A big victory awaits! May our grandfathers be in glory!

Alla did a somersault and rolled around, spinning like a Christmas tree. The girl sang with a wink:

- Mister success, where are you going... Mister success - the fascists laugh...

German tanks, without saving shells, intensified their fire. They poured out their explosive gifts. And they approached the Soviet positions, trying to avoid gaps.

Anyuta, using wire, as the captive Seryozhka taught them, pulled up a heavy mine. "Lion" slowly crawled towards the Soviet positions. Its 150mm gun spat out shells every now and then. The girls hissed and winked.

Anyuta sang:

- Germans-peppers, fascists-Nazis... The end of a pacifist awaits you!

Alla noted with a grin:

- Pacifism... It"s even stupid to talk about pacifism when we are talking about the Nazis!

Anyuta hit an Arab from the colonial guard in the bridge of the nose with a well-aimed shot and chirped:

- And they are cripples in thinking... And in military affairs they are not so strong! Soon we will completely erase them from the face of planet Earth!

Alla gave another burst, rubbed her bare chest 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 at the sky. "Frames", German gunner planes, were spinning there.

The German "Lion" crawled up every now and then, getting stuck in the windfall. And his gun was constantly spitting.

Anyuta, moving a mine under the caterpillar of a German tank, hissed:

- For Seryozhka....

The German stopped and fired again. The shell exploded behind the girls.

Anyuta checked:

- Milk shells, whoever has the brains of a baby!

"Lion" stood for some time. Perhaps the German experienced crew sensed danger ahead, or perhaps they wanted to use up their combat kit. But the "Lion" stood for some time and spat lethal shells.

Anyuta noted that the German tank has a more advanced gun and fires more often 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 shot the fascist in the solar plexus and barked:

- Our victory is inevitable! And everything will end well!

Anyuta also cut off the Turk and sang:

- Although, it seems that life will soon be interrupted when trouble knocks on its black horn... The horses neigh and blood flows like a river, and again the earth disappears from under your feet!

Alla, having killed the Iranian, added:

- But the earth also has its own guardian... And between the stars are 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 we will defeat fascism! And in our Russia, the Messiah will appear, Lord of the peoples of all countries!

And the warriors continued shooting. But the enemy infantry lay down and began shooting and throwing grenades. The fascist hordes tried to smoke out the girls with mortar fire. And throwing a lot of grenades.

Alla philosophically remarked:

- With numbers you can win elections, with skill you can win elections without war!

Anyuta giggled and noted:

- War is an area where quality beats quantity, elections, as a rule, are the opposite and this is an anecdote!

The warriors retreated slightly; grenades and their fragments were falling too thickly. Alla even grabbed the thrown gift with her foot and threw it back. The grenade flew and hit the Nazis on their helmets. And how it explodes...

It was as if another bundle had detonated somewhere.

Alla noted philosophically:

- 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 knocked out the eye of a Hindu from the colonial army and hissed:

- Whoever is lucky, his soul sings!

Anyuta smiled and said:

- It"s good when you"re lucky, it means God will save you!

The girls got a little more witty. Then the German "Lion" nevertheless moved forward and was blown up by a mine. The caterpillar ran over an explosive device and was torn.

The wounded "Lion" spun around 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 the source of all sorts of troubles... There is nothing more interesting in the world than a person!

Anyuta fired a long line, just as the foreign army rose to storm and sang:

We have rockets and planes,

The strongest Russian spirit in the world...

The best pilots are at the helm -

The enemy will be crushed to dust and smithereens!

"Lion" seems to be badly damaged. She froze, spitting out a couple more shells.

A nimble "Panther" appeared. However, she was afraid to go deeper into the positions of the Soviet troops, and began to shoot. Shells whistled over the girls' heads. And they broke rubble and fires.

Anyuta prepared a grenade to throw, ready to catch the moment when the fascist tank approached within an accessible distance. But "Panther" isn"t stupid either. The Germans fired, placing the shells in a checkerboard pattern, trying not to miss a single piece of ground. And they literally raked out every pebble.

Alla, patting herself on her bare chest, remarked:

- The Krauts" tactics are flawed... Will they achieve much this way?

Anyuta wittily remarked:

- A chicken pecks a grain at a time, but gains weight much faster than a pig, which swallows large pieces!

The Panther fired more than eighty rounds and, having expended its ammunition, turned around and headed back to its lair. In its place a new mastodon, the Sturmtiger, appeared. The machine covered its wide barrel with a cap. Apparently, in this way, they are counting on saving themselves.

"Sturmtiger" fired at the positions of the Soviet troops from a distance. A rocket thundered. The earth rose up, and a fiery fountain poured out jets of flame.

The girls barely survived; they were pretty much covered in dust. Anyuta was even slightly stunned. The girl suddenly saw herself riding a horse. And that she commands a squad that attacked the Tatar army. And with her warriors ride on horses. The Mongol-Tatars, unable to withstand the blow, retreat and die in thousands under the hooves.

Anyuta waves two swords and chops down her enemies. But the vision was suddenly interrupted.

Alla slapped her partner on the cheeks, shook her, saying:

- Well, that's it! Now stop lying around!

Anyuta answered angrily:

- I didn"t rest, but fought!

The girl jumped up in rage and threw a grenade. The gift flew over and hit the barrel of a Lev tank. Having received damage, the car wrinkled its weighty trunk.

Anyuta exclaimed at the top of her lungs:

- I am a knight of Rus'!

Alla fired a burst from her machine gun and growled:

- The boy answered, frowning,

I want to serve Holy Rus'...

Let a sea of blood spill,

But God will be able to save us!

Anyuta fell onto the rubble with her bare stomach and chest. Just in time, as hundreds of machine gun bursts flashed over her head. The girl stuck out her tongue and said:

- The madness of brave soldiers is a lifesaver for abstruse generals!

Alla agreed:

- The soldier is brave, the general is calculating, the enemy is cunning, success only comes with wise courage!

The girls opened fire again and chirped in solidarity:

Squadrons above him

Roar in unison

Adolf is a strong fool -

Plants Sodom!

Another armored "Lion" appeared. Two soldiers ran away from him; judging by their dark faces, they were Arabs. They tried to put a chain on the hook to pull the advanced tank from the battlefield.

Alla and Anyuta fired, simultaneously killing the technicians. The warriors sang:

- Don"t destroy yourself and help your comrade, help others get out of the fire!

Three black people appeared. They rushed with the chain as fast as they could, but were also shot by the girls. Moreover, Anyuta fired the gun, pressing on the dog with her bare toes.

And she managed to hit her opponents with extraordinary precision, like Robin Hood"s precision.

Alla noted:

- The mark is not the one who hits successfully, but the one who misses with failure!

Anyuta threw a grenade with her bare foot and hissed:

- The most accurate person with the vision of a dagger can miss, but it is unforgivable for a sharp mind to miss the target!

The grenade hit the mortar and began to explode, detonating the mines.

Yes, Stalingrad was not easy for the Germans. They got a terrible citadel of death in it!

. CHAPTER No. 13.

On November 3, the Germans surrounded Tikhvin, and fighting broke out in the city itself. The Red Army slowly retreated. Most of the city of Baku has already been captured, Soviet troops are retreating to the peninsula. Yerevan is still barely holding on. Stalingrad is on the verge of destruction.

But still, Stalin ordered this city not to be surrendered. Fighting also broke out for Astrakhan. The Krauts are also trying to advance in this city. All approaches are being heavily bombed and the infrastructure is being destroyed.

Winter is approaching... And the course of the war is becoming less and less predictable. But it seems that Stalingrad cannot be held. Supply across the Volga is hampered by ice formation and massive bombing.

On November 4, ninety percent of Tikhvin was already taken. And the Germans approached Finnish territory. The Soviet troops, having suffered significant damage, could not muster enough forces to stop the enemy.

The Finns and puppet Swedish troops also attacked the meeting. They used significant forces.

On November 5, the German coalition and Finnish-Scandinavian troops united. Thus a double ring was closed around Leningrad. A new, major victory for the Third Reich.

On November 6, fighting was still ongoing in the northern sector. The Nazis expanded the corridor. The situation has become extremely difficult. In Tikhvin, the last remnants of resistance were burning out. The Germans fired ballistic missiles at Yerevan. Three presentations were released. Caused significant destruction and casualties. But nothing was finally broken.

The city of Astrakhan was cut off by land from the rest of Soviet territory. The situation has escalated. New German and English battleships fired at Murmansk. The garrison commandant and many officers were killed during the shelling.

It got even worse.

And on November 7, the Nazis broke into Volkhov and finally suppressed the resistance of Soviet troops in Tikhvin. Thus, the gap with Leningrad grew sharply. It became clear that the city would hardly survive under siege.

On November 8, the long-awaited tests of the Lev-2 tank finally took place. The vehicle had a modified layout. The engine, transmission and gearbox were located in one place at the front, and the fighting compartment was located at the rear.

With energetic efforts, the Germans, under the leadership of Porsche, made the car for the anniversary of the putsch.

Indeed, thanks to the lower silhouette, while maintaining the Lion's armament and armor, the weight of the vehicle was reduced to sixty tons, with an engine of 1200 horsepower. Combat tests showed that the result was a completely acceptable tank. Exactly what you need!

A combination of good driving and armor qualities.

The Fuhrer, however, was not satisfied with this. He demanded that the armor of the sides and stern be strengthened, as well as the installation of an 88-mm cannon with a barrel length of 100 EL.

Another vehicle tested was the E-100. This tank, however, turned out to be too heavy: 140 tons, but it had excellent protection from all angles and Mouse weapons. In general, the "E" series promised to become extremely promising. The Germans apparently did not waste any time.

The Bars tank with a 1000 horsepower engine was also demonstrated; however, the vehicle did not seem sufficiently protected to Hitler.

Various types of aircraft were also shown on the anniversary. 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, very strong destruction systems were demonstrated.

"Panther"-2 also passed tests, weighing fifty tons; it had frontal armor of 150 millimeters at an angle, and a "Royal Tiger" cannon. The side armor was 82 millimeters, sloped. Such a tank more or less suited Hitler, as it was able to withstand thirty-fours in close combat.

In general, the Nazis cleaned up the menagerie.

Tests of Gotha fighters capable of reaching speeds of one thousand one hundred kilometers per hour were also carried out.

In short, they let their belts go.

On November 9, Volkhov fell. The situation has reached its climax. And again Soviet tanks tried to counterattack.

Gringeta froze near the gun. Churchill 2 stood opposite the Soviet vehicles and spat out ammunition.

Lord Jane's daughter was counting the hits. Soviet tanks slowed down when they entered the ditch. And the German menagerie took advantage of this.

Nicoletta took it and sang:

- The English warrior is not afraid of death,

Under the starry sky, death will not take us!

He will fight bravely for the lion with the crown,

I'll load the mighty machine gun!

Malanya nodded approvingly:

- This is gorgeous! And we will charge too!

The gun worked very actively. The shells flashed like matches leaving outlines through the air. Yes, there were some energetic girls. And most importantly accurate.

Gringeta nodded her head and sent a shell at the base of the thirty-four turret. She muttered:

- This is death! She will come to my enemies! And I know from now on, she is waiting for mustachioed enemies!

Nicoletta said with a smile:

- All the animals bowed to the mustachioed one... So that the damned one would fail!

Gringeta laughed again and fired, hissing:

- My projectile is the most accurate. We will definitely get there!

Nicoletta raised her index finger and said:

- Bang, bang - didn't hit! The gray bunny galloped away!

Gringeta, firing, sang:

Everyone chooses for themselves

A woman, religion, a road...

To serve the devil or the prophet,

Everyone chooses for themselves!

Jane shook her head and objected:

- Not certainly in that way! Ninety-nine percent of a person's faith is determined by birth, not knowledge. Here we belong to the Anglican Church... But if you look at it, 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... This is interesting!

Malanya noted philosophically:

- And equally remote from everything! When there is no God and no supernatural powers, 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 they built a doctrine on this!

Malanya curled her lips skeptically:

- And what awaits them after death?

Gringeta grinned carnivorously. She fired a shell, cutting open the hull of another Soviet tank and answered:

- You can come up with a lot here... Even the resurrection of the dead by the powers of science!

Malanya reminded, grinning:

- I read a book about the world of the future. There is already a space empire there. There is no death, old age, disease. And of course hunger... True, most of the population does not have work, but there is enough for everyone.

For example, cars are given away for free. And there are electronic machines with the help of which they communicate with the whole world.

Nicoletta remarked quite seriously:

- Progress is developing quickly. Look at these tanks... How they have advanced and become more advanced. Still, Churchill-2 cannot be compared with Matilda.

Malanya agreed:

- Yes, the tanks have advanced... This is chic!

Another attack by Soviet tanks fizzled out, and there was a break.

On November 10 and 11, the Germans carried out small offensive operations, cutting corners in the north.

Soviet troops attempted a counterattack north of Stalingrad, but had little success. The last houses in the city were already holding out. Destroyed at the same time, to the ground. But for now Stalin ordered to hold on until the end.

The city of Baku is almost captured. But the oil wells are burning and fighting has broken out among them. The Germans are bombing continuously.

Battles in Astrakhan are at their peak...

On November 12, the Turks launched an attack on Yerevan. The onslaught was repulsed. The Ottomans suffered losses. But they fired again. On November 13, the Germans occupied the last quarters of Baku - announcing the capture of the city. Only on the peninsula, the fighting was still going on, and the sky was black with flaming wells.

On November 14, the Nazis began the assault on Murmansk. They used artillery and aviation...

Stalingrad was on fire, but the transferred Soviet reinforcements made it possible to still hold out. Although only to 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 arrived. The city was pressed like a plasma roller. And they bombed and shelled.

On November 15, fascist troops began to move, attacking the city, the only ice-free port in the Arctic Ocean. "Mouses" took part in the battles, and even the "Rat" tank, which the Nazis wanted to try in practice.

However, "Rat" was somewhat disappointing. She moved forward at first, and then got stuck in the snowdrifts. And she stopped on the outskirts of the city. The Germans were not quite ready for the offensive. But the shelling did not stop. On November 16, the Nazis practically completed the cleanup of the burning oil wells. But part of the peninsula was inaccessible to them, due to fires that had grown to the point of 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 defense north of Stalingrad. This weakened the pressure on what was left of the year on the Volga, but it cost significant losses.

On November 19, the Germans stopped the assault on Murmansk due to heavy losses.

Thus, the possessed Fuhrer could not tear out the numerous splinters from his position. The Nazis' plans to end the USSR before winter failed.

Worst of all, Japan suspended its 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 penetrated several kilometers north of Stalingrad. The Nazis had to weaken their onslaught and try to restore positions.

The fights, as they say in such cases, are simply at the frack level!

On November 22, the Nazis tried to advance in the Turkmenistan region. And after walking ten kilometers, they were stopped. But on November 23, having brought the Shah"s brigades into battle, they advanced again. The situation has become extremely aggravated in the Central Asia region.

On November 24, there were no significant changes on the fronts...

On November 25, the Nazis resumed their assault on Murmansk. New units were thrown into battle. But there is little sense yet.

November 26 has arrived - 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.

This was combat practice for such a machine.

The tank looked quite long, almost flattened. The long muzzle of a 128 mm cannon protruded from it. And the frontal armor is at an angle of forty-five degrees. And he himself is tilted from the sides.

The E-100 tank moved thanks to the latest 1,500-horsepower engine, more quickly than the Mouse. And the shells bounced off him.

And inside the car appeared the cheerful foursome Magda, Christina, Gerda and Charlotte.

The girls gave birth to children for the Fuhrer, and left them under the supervision of special nannies from the SS.

And they had just arrived at the front. The girls are very funny. They missed battles. And here is just the opportunity to prove yourself. Take, finally, this northern Sevastopol.

And establish the dominance of the Third Reich in the Arctic Ocean. How much longer can the war really be dragged out? And the four think: maybe together with them at least something can change?

It"s not too frosty near Murmansk - the Gulf Stream provides insulation. The girls are in a fighting mood. Each gave birth to a couple - a boy and a girl! So you can rejoice.

Magda and Christina were hanging around the guns. The tank is new and controlled quite simply. It is protected from the sides by 120 mm of inclined armor, plus another 50 mm of shield. So you can"t hit the car from all angles.

The girls whistled a song. They feel great at heart.

Gerda remarked with a smile on her amber lips:

- Now Hitler and I have common offspring. We are members of the royal family!

Charlotte giggled as she remarked:

- And there are only zeros ahead!

Tank "E"-100 approached Soviet positions. Everything around was destroyed so much that shots from the Soviets are rare, and usually from light guns.

Magda aimed the 128mm cannon and fired at the Soviet magpie. The honey blonde girl sang:

- I am a tigress, and I have a grin... And the evil tiger tore everyone apart!

The Soviet forty-five rolled back, several Russian soldiers were killed.

Magda purred like a cat:

- I am a superman, my method is simple... I will bite off the tail of those who are made of wool! And then the girl started laughing. Well, just like a crazy goddess.

Hitler's prostitute girls rocked the tank. And they themselves jumped up in a car with sloping armor.

But then the warriors turned their car around. Charlotte, this beauty with copper-colored hair, will sing:

- Clack, click, click... The stream rolls! The Nazi cavalry ate all the sand!

And after that, Charlotte would laugh so hard... She even began to chatter her teeth. And again the tank spun. The Germans tore down the barbed wire fence. The machine, the size of a Tyrannosaurus rex, growled vilely. And the warriors grinned at their cute and carnivorous faces.

The girls carried and gave birth to children from Adolf Hitler. And this already says something. Beautiful vixens, but at the same time moral monsters. Here they crushed a Soviet soldier who fell under the wheels. And they pressed a 76-mm cannon into the ground. We drove along it. The steel was flattened. The warriors showed figure aerobatics. The shells seemed more harmless than peas being shaken by a child in a rattle. The next gun that the E-100 flattened was an 85 mm one.

Magda giggled:

- And we crush the Russians like bedbugs!

Christina corrected her friend:

- More like bears! And the bear is a large animal!

Red Charlotte added, baring her fangs:

- And toothy!

German tanks made their way through the city's defense lines. The Soviet troops fought very stubbornly. Everyone took up arms. Even ten-year-old boys fought in the militia. There were a lot of girls too. All the residents gathered, but there were not enough weapons. Mass heroism was evident in everything. The pioneers, using homemade explosives or bunches of grenades, approached Nazi tanks and threw themselves under the tracks - dying for their Motherland.

The E-100 tank received several damages. 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 large vehicle slowed down. Then a couple of warriors threw bunches of grenades, smashing the thick tracks.

The 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, pierced by machine-gun bullets. The Soviet soldiers, however, ran forward. They threw grenades and died. Some of the fragments reached the E-100, but the machine guns worked properly. And damn Gerda is so accurate. And her bullets almost never go in vain.

And Russian soldiers are dying...

Christina fired from a rapid-fire 75-mm cannon, fragmentation shells, and fired from a coaxial machine gun. The red-haired beast, tearing apart Soviet soldiers with bullets, hissed:

- I am the bearer of death... Satan himself is my red-haired relative!

Magda timidly remarked:

- Well, don"t do that. Satan is the enemy of God and is doomed to the lake of fire!

Christina slapped her bare foot on the metal and roared:

- What about the lake of fire? My hair is like fire!

Gerda noted with a grin:

- The Fuhrer himself will forgive us any sins... More precisely, the very concept of sin is essentially outdated?

Magda shrugged:

- Do you want to say that the concept of sin is outdated...

Gerda turned on the machine guns again, suppressing the desperate counterattack of the Russian soldiers. The bullets killed them like gifts from hell. The E-100 in this modification is very strongly protected. As many as eight machine guns, two coaxial with cannons, and the rest were controlled on hinges. And they hit quite 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 animals!

Red-haired Christina, firing from a cannon and killing Russian soldiers, sang:

- My affectionate and gentle animal... I love your fangs, believe me! My hellish and fanged beast!

One of the Soviet anti-aircraft guns again managed to hit the rollers and break them. The E-100 finally stopped. Magda, however, punished the annoying anti-aircraft gun by covering it with a heavy charge. Well, the tracks were broken.

Gerda winced, called a tug and asked:

- Pull us out, please! We are dying! The tracks are broken!

The answer came immediately:

- There will be a tug!

Christina sang with a smile:

- This is the move! Enemies out!

Magda fired at the gun, which the Russian soldiers were trying to pull out for direct fire. It smashed the barrel and scattered Soviet soldiers in different directions. One of the soldiers was torn in half and was struggling in agony.

The blonde Christian crossed herself and raised her eyes to the sky and prayed:

- Forgive me, Lord! For involuntary sin and murder!

Christina giggled and remarked:

- No, you can"t do that! You must be solid as a rock! Be a rock for us!

Magda answered confidently:

- There is only one rock - Jesus Christ!

The red-haired devil barked:

- Jesus was a pacifist! And our faith and profession is war!

The E-100 tank was picked up in tow and dragged towards the German positions. Gerda remarked with the smile of the snow queen:

- The rollers are the most vulnerable part of the tank. And we need to fight this!

Charlotte shook her head.

- You cannot cover the entire rollers with shields. This is not possible, as some of the tracks will still be open!

Magda suggested:

- What if we make the rollers small and without a pallet?

The red-haired devil giggled and showed pearly teeth:

- How to give them more speed?

Magda rubbed her bare sole against the metal and suggested:

- What if we use electric motors?

Charlotte pulled her stomach and twisted her neck:

- A possible option... And the tanks will burn less!

Magda said tearfully:

- When we get to hell, it will burn and blaze like torches!

The red-haired devil growled:

- Well, so... And angels are created from bright flames! Let's be angels!

Christina took it and sang deafeningly:

- I am not an angel, but just a devil, but for people I have become a saint.... The enemies will get their reckoning, under the torture of such unearthly pain!

The girls fell silent... Stormtroopers were spinning in the sky, and the cannonade roared. And the bombs kept falling and falling... 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 would be easier to drop a five-ton bomb from the Yu-488; it would be both more accurate and cheaper.

Christina was the first to jump out barefoot into the snow when the tank was taken to an alternate parking lot. There, specialists began to carry out repairs. The girls moved to a warm house. We lay down on the mattresses. Gerda and Charlotte began to play pocket chess.

Magda and Christina began doing abs so that their bellies would be prominent and would not sag during pregnancy. Beautiful warriors who tremble in the loins. Still fresh, but these are women who have given birth to children. And dying is not so scary now - there is someone to continue the family line! Even with the seed of such a scumbag as Hitler.

But the girls from the SS Tigress battalion, 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 destruction and a draw. Then Magda and Christina began to play chess. And Charlotte and Gerda began to do abs and push-ups. The girl actively kept in shape.

Magda, playing and pushing her opponent, philosophically remarked:

- But it"s still strange...

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 ones who start the war first!

The red-haired devil rationally remarked:

- But we also bring good... But the Bolsheviks attacked Russia first!

Magda sang in response with a sad tone:

- But everything is blooming before us, everything is burning behind us...

Christina added in a ringing voice:

- No need to whine! With us is the one who will decide everything for us!

Gerda continued singing:

- Cheerful, not gloomy, let's return home - blond athletes will be our reward!

After which the whole four burst out laughing... A teenage servant appeared and handed out sandwiches with butter, cheese, sausage, and dried fruits to the girls. The girls ate and were exhausted in the warmth. The beauties dozed off. It's good when you're young and healthy - you can easily fall asleep.

The next day, November 27, E-100 was only partially restored. The girls did not take part in the offensive. But in just a bikini, we went jogging barefoot through the snowdrifts. They looked at them as if they were crazy, running around in the cold almost naked. But girls are generally aerobatics. They are special people of the future!

Gerda took the lead. And not the barefoot girl Gerda that was in Andersen"s fairy tale. But also courageous and seasoned. And at the same time she became a born killer. A fast girl with strong muscles.

However, all four girls are good. They ran at a fast pace for fifty kilometers and returned back. Then we did a series of exercises, sang, and swayed. We practiced shooting a little.

Only the next day the E-100 tank was repaired. Well, that's not so bad. Moreover, this super-heavy car had an original arrangement of rollers, different from a checkerboard arrangement, which increased driving performance in the 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 sixteen-inch shells from the battleships of Britain and Germany could not break the will of the defense.

But the Nazis still advanced. The E-100 tank covered a couple of blocks during the day, but again damaged the tracks. But this time the repair took only a few hours. On November 29, Terminator girls collided with a KV-3 tank. The Soviet vehicle hit the frontal armor a couple of times, but the shells bounced off the slope. Magda hit back at the Russian tank, causing it to burn 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 answered sincerely:

- 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. So as not to be distracted by repairs. The 128mm and 75mm guns worked like donkeys. But the tank still received damage.

One of the walls exploded and fell on the car. The armor was scratched and slightly dented.

On November 30, the Nazis advanced even further. In some places they even reached 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 start repairs again. And, apparently, longer.

Then the four decided to fight like simple infantry instead of a tank. The beauties tried to fight, fighting in only a bikini. But in the cold, the girls could only stand for a few hours in this half-naked state, and then they ran to warm up.

Gerda buried herself in the snow, fired from the latest MP-44 assault rifle, and killed Russian soldiers quite actively. Here she is, a barefoot girl with white hair, who 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 your enemies. - Then the red-haired, bare-legged girl fired at the major and hit him right under the eye. She bared her teeth quite a bit. - You see, I shoot no worse!

Gerda gave a burst, finishing off the Komsomol member and the captain of the Russian troops, the bitch showed her teeth:

- Yes, you shoot, but 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, playing around with glass!

Gerda ran through the snow, leaving barefoot, graceful footprints. She rushed bending over. Then the tiger girl turned over and did a somersault. She twisted and moved her head towards the chin of the Soviet soldier. He spat out blood. Gerda squeezed the throat with her bare feet and strangled the Russian.

The red-haired 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 harm the children. No, she will never raise her hand to a child. And in general, shedding blood did not give her pleasure. But still, she is a tigress from an SS battalion, and must follow orders.

So Christina threw a dagger at a boy who looked about twelve years old. Really cruel. No, adults should not kill children!

Magda crossed herself and whispered:

- Lord forgive me! You disgust me, but war is war!

And the blonde shot at the Russian sniper, who fell, struck by a precise hit to the bridge of his nose. Alas, the famous four appeared. The girls first killed the British and partly the Americans, but now they have taken up

Russians. Such are the rattling grins of the Second World War. Grins that show the most real, and sharp fangs!

Christina rubbed her bare foot against the wood, still feeling chilly, and remarked:

- Is it disgusting? What do you want from red-haired witches!

. CHAPTER No. 14.

The Germans gradually froze activity. Including aviation - and forcedly due to deteriorating weather conditions. It was not possible to completely complete the tasks set the day before the offensive. True, the Caucasus is practically captured. The Baku oil field is under control. The USSR lost its largest source of oil. True, the Germans themselves still have to spend time restoring the wells. Karelia, Arkhangelsk, and part of the northern coast were also captured. Leningrad is completely cut off from communication with the rest of Russia. Some other territories are captured in the center. Half of Turkmenistan is also occupied. Japan captured the entirety of Mongolia, and also wedged itself 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 is under fire.

There are two hundred kilometers left to Moscow. And the Germans can now fire at the capital with ballistic missiles and bomb with jet aircraft. But in winter and cold, the Wehrmacht lost the ability to carry out a further offensive. Moreover, the colonial troops: Indians, Africans, Arabs are very cold. And they lost most of their combat effectiveness. It would be a sin not to take advantage of such a situation. Although the Red Army suffered huge losses and was also greatly exhausted.

Indeed, the General Staff decided, despite all the difficulties with supplies and the loss of the Caucasus, to conduct several large offensive operations in the winter. Even if the fascists don"t dare stick their noses out in the winter, we will pin them down and crush them.

Or, in any case, we will force you to fight in the worst weather conditions.

Vasilevsky, the head of the general staff and deputy minister of defense, quite logically, assumed that the USSR would not be able to win the technological race against all of Europe and Africa with Asia in addition.

In this regard, the enemy"s advantage, especially in aviation, will only grow over the winter. 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. Besides, even the new cars are not good enough to beat the Lion or any heavy car.

And it is unlikely that it will now be possible to achieve numerical superiority.

Voznesensky also spoke. He also spoke out for a speedy offensive:

- After the loss of the Caucasus, our army will experience a severe shortage of fuel. More precisely, we are already experiencing it to the fullest. However, in winter, the daytime period is much shorter, the weather is often bad and fuel consumption will also be reduced.

People's Commissar Zhdanov also hastened to add:

- In addition, our soldiers and sappers blew up all the oil wells in the Caucasus. This means that the Krauts cannot yet use our oil. But considering how quickly the cruel fascists know how to build and restore everything, then in the spring Baku oil will flow into the arteries of the economy of the Third Reich.

Stalin summed up the discussion:

- At the end of December we will strike the first winter blow. The only question is where?

Here the military no longer had unity. Zhukov proposed striking in the center and driving the enemy away from Moscow. Vasilevsky assumed that it was better to find a weak point in Tikhvin. At the same time, help Leningrad, which may not survive the double blockade.

Rokossovsky spoke in favor of 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, scribbled something and thought.

The idea of pushing the enemy away from Moscow looked tempting and tempting. However, it is in the center that the fascists are now strongest and well entrenched.

It seemed illogical to attack by crossing the Volga; the river was large and deep, and the very first phase of the operation would be protracted.

An attack between the Don and the Volga is possible, but ours have already beaten there, and the Germans are also well fortified.

Vasilevsky"s idea seems the most logical. In the north, the Germans are weaker, and their troops somehow have less combat experience. Moreover, Tikhvin was recently occupied; German troops were stationed on the ledge. But it is quite possible that the Krauts also think this way.

Give all your might in the direction of Voronezh? In the configuration of the front, a balcony was formed, which it would be very rational to try to cut down, like an oblique sow thistle.

Some more interesting thoughts are to fuck around Arkhangelsk. Considering that the Krauts will have to transport reinforcements across the seas, it is rational that there is grain in this direction.

Although it is difficult to supply your own troops, especially since the Nazis" submarine fleet completely dominates the sea. And the Nazis" new cruisers are entering service. It seems that they even almost built the previously sunken battleship Bismarck. Moreover, the new ship should break the record size and armament of the Yamato.

Although on the other hand, why do the Krauts need battleships? Throw dust in the eyes of the whole world? More worrying is 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 hesitating a little, Stalin approved the plan: to launch an attack on the Tikhvin region at the end of December, and in early January to feel the enemy near Voronezh.

In general, this seemed logical... Meanwhile, the already half-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 became pregnant almost simultaneously; then they gave birth to healthy children and returned to the front.

The weather was cold and the beauties arrived on the twenty-fifth of December. It's snowing and the wind is blowing your curls. And they chose not the warmest place for themselves - right near Leningrad.

Upon arrival, the bikini-clad girls went for a run through the snowdrifts. In fact, true Aryans must show that they are not afraid of any, even the most severe cold. A ninja boy who arrived from Japan, whom everyone called Karas, ran with them.

This kid became famous for his participation 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 is probably not a match for them yet. But the relief of the muscles runs like a wire, so that even these seasoned tigresses, who have experienced everything, cannot keep up with it.

The girls completely regained their shape after giving birth at the training base, but not every superman can withstand such a glacial pace.

Christina, who, like Magda, von Singer, managed to fight with the Russians, remarked:

- Frost and snow are their main ally. And it"s no cooler than the British!

Magda rightly noted:

- I wouldn't say that. The Russians are much stronger and units almost never retreat!

Charlotte, doing a somersault while jogging, giggled and remarked:

- But this is more of a weakness than a plus.... I generally don"t understand such methods of command and control as the creation of barrage detachments and executions of commanders of retreating units.

Barefoot Gerda herself, turning over while running and doing a stretch, agreed:

- Of course - under the stick you won"t get good warriors. - Here the blonde girl, however, was forced to admit, with a creaking heart. - But the Russians fight well if they have already held out for two and a half years. We would like their survivability!

Christina snorted contemptuously:

- Are you telling us?

Gerda giggled as she remarked:

- We are the elite! Especially Marcel!

The best ace of all times and peoples, despite the categorical prohibition of Hitler, who wanted this symbol of invincibility to focus exclusively on teaching - after all, he was a lieutenant general, nevertheless rushed 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 their defenses and prepared for winter, but they strongly doubted that the Russians would have the resources for large-scale offensive actions.

However, the intelligence worked. That is, information about the impending offensive to liberate Tikhvin did leak out. Moreover, the Soviet troops began a powerful artillery barrage, just in time for Christmas.

They hit "Katyushas" and even a couple of the first high-power rocket launchers "Andryusha". And the roar from the explosions was such that the barefoot, half-frozen girls caught it.

Fortunately, their hearing is excellent and their eyes sparkle.

The girls looked at each other and came to the conclusion:

- Now let"s fight properly!

And the ninja boy Karas said:

- My task will be to enter Leningrad and reconnoiter there. You are too beautiful to be a scout!

Magda languidly tilted her eyelashes as she answered:

- And you too... And if the Russians find your accent strange?

Karas logically remarked:

- When you speak Russian too correctly, it reveals you as a foreigner much more strongly. In any case, I ran, and put a good squeeze on the adversary on the flank...

The girls rushed to their tank. They are test tankers, after all. And we chose something new for ourselves. More precisely, even two new tanks at once, which must be tested at the front.

Namely "Laski", cars with two crew members with a very low silhouette. The very first models of a new generation of tanks, where the Germans really got serious about compacting the layout. And some interesting management know-how. In particular, the electric transmission and the location of the gearbox mounted in the engine. And a couple of tankers themselves were actually lying down. In this case, the transmission and engine were placed at the back, and the girls sat comfortably on their stomachs. And their legs pressed the gears and buttons from behind, and their hands, on the contrary, moved comfortably when shifting. The most reclining seat is made to order and copies the shape of their bodies. There really is no tower - it turned out to be a self-propelled gun, and so low that the rollers are located outward.

Of course, the gun cannot turn, but it can rotate a little. Well, the fighter itself quickly turns around its axis, thereby compensating for the lack of a turret.

Magda explained to her partner girls:

- There, tanks without a turret are 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 our bellies.

Weighing 12 tons, the vehicle had excellent frontal armor of 82 millimeters at an inclination angle of 40 degrees from the horizontal at the top. And the bottom one is very small. The sides are less protected at 60 millimeters, but they still cover the rollers themselves. 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 maneuverability through snowdrifts.

Whatever one may say, the heavier menagerie, starting with the Panther, is much more bulky and clumsy. And on the snowdrifts it"s completely death-like.

Gerda, who settled down with her long-time partner Charlotte, and involuntarily she felt discomfort in the cramped, compact and oblong box of the tank. Although, of course, we must pay tribute that the vehicle with T-4 armament and the best armor kept the weight of 12 tons. The blonde terminator remarked:

- The most comfortable tanks were the Tiger and Lion. In this car, even us girls have a hard time turning around.

Charlotte responded:

- But the protection... Like the newest "Panther", which only in November began to enter the army with a 60-millimeter hull.... True, the forehead is closed better than ours with 120-millimeter, but you still have to hit it. In an angle like ours, an 85 mm cannon will ricochet even when fired at point-blank range.

Gerda scratched her foot behind her ear, but this movement still made her toe rest against 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 is at its best as always. Only we were locked in a cramped box.

The new engine of 400 horsepower, as the instructions stated, could be boosted for a short time with a water-methalone or nitrogen mixture. In this case, the tank could rush for several minutes at a speed of over 100 kilometers.

Soviet troops made a breakthrough, having previously riddled all the trenches and bunkers of the fascists. But the Nazis withdrew most of the troops to the second and third lines. After which they tried to meet the infantry with artillery fire and machine-gun rows.

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 were attacked. They, regardless of losses, climbed onto the trench line and took advantage of their excellent driving performance in the snow.

And here are the German cars trying to respond. The T-4 has already been discontinued, but several of these are still in service. Oddly enough, they move better through snowdrifts than the newer monsters. Moreover, you still need to start it to clear the snow that has accumulated between the rollers. It"s even funny how the Krauts boil water in cauldrons and then pour it on the tracks so that this vile crust comes off.

Even the best German tank "Lion" suffers from such rollers. True, in the very modifications the French have already taken this into account, and their car itself is capable of outperforming a thirty-four... But this is only conditionally speaking so simply.

But a couple of German tanks did move... But the rest, how can I say... At the top! True, from the "Lion" tough 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 cast turret of the Soviet design, there is, unfortunately, a chance to hit.

The shortage of alloying elements is so acute that even the 50 mm Kraut guns are dangerous. However, hits from a small 37-mm cannon also cause collapses and shedding of armor, or cracks in the hull and turret.

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, more precisely, the worst - if IPs go into series. But so far the IS-1 has not become a mass series. But information about the IS-2 has already leaked. Since many generals already understood that the USSR was almost doomed, and did not find it shameful to betray the Motherland for money. So the number of spies, including those on the General Staff, has increased significantly.

Here is a heavy modification of the "Lion" with a 128 mm cannon. He tries to reach the thirty-four with his long paw... But try to hit it.

However, the Soviet tankers decide to attack the Fritz themselves. Even if taking into account the rate of fire of the Wehrmacht guns, this is suicidal.

So the "Lion" managed to tear off the turret and four friends flew away like pigeons to the next world... But other tanks are pushing even harder... Now the craftsmen have become alert to somehow boost diesel engines, so that they can accelerate the tank even for a short time, but without any mixtures up to 70 kilometers. Let the engine break down after that. But then desperate guys come on the attack, for whom return is not envisaged. Well, what then? If you can"t live otherwise, then forget about survival.

And now, like a demon from the snowy world, a Soviet tank, having chosen the most expensive victim for itself, rams the heavy and lethal "Lion". The German car had just begun to leave the hangar.

The blow is strong, the barrel of the Soviet car bends. The Lion is quite low and the bodies of both cars are flattened. And then the German engine located in front explodes. And the fire begins, and the Nazis flee through the lower hatch.

Not all, of course, Soviet tanks were able to break through to the ramming range. The Fritz's guns are working and grinding. But whoever succeeds will hit it hard!

Gerda and Charlotte were a little ahead of their friends and found themselves within the range when the Soviet cars were already visible. Well, you can shoot, but it"s better to get closer. From five kilometers away, even the fragile armor of a thirty-four is difficult to take.

Fiery Charlotte remarked philosophically:

- It's always like this. You can't hit from a distance!

Gerda objected:

- You can if you are careful enough!

But so far the situation has not forced us to open fire from long distances. And hardly anyone will notice their white-painted tank. And the car runs so well. No one can fault the chassis.

And the ride is smooth. Soviet vehicles are also quite good and have already broken through the first line of German defense and are breaking through the second. And the weather was bad, a snowstorm arose, and numerous Wehrmacht aircraft were knocked out.

Considering the numerical weakness of red aviation, and the acute shortage of fuel, the weather cannot be better.

Let the Krauts hide. Some of them have even started waving white rags. Hitler will be kaput...

Gerda fired from two kilometers away. In principle, this defeat is still not certain, 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 had time 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 combat shooting - except for the assault on Murmansk, although she continued to practice at shooting ranges and training grounds during her pregnancy, as well as the first months of her reign. But apparently it"s easier to fight in a bikini and barefoot, you become one with the machine... The shell hit and warped the turret... No, it didn"t catch fire, but my friend was forced 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 her. - Or rather, we will all bring our enemies to the grave together.

Snow White the Terminator interrupted angrily:

- Yes, no inspiration, don"t be distracted by the song!

Charlotte pleaded:

- Sing it yourself! You're so capable!

And Gerda, leading the fire, began to sing;

The homeland and the army are two pillars,

On which the planet rests!

Our country will protect you with our breasts,

Your army is warmed by all the people!

The clouds are cool, and the light is hot,

The machine gun rubbed the soldier"s shoulder!

We are with you forever, our homeland,

Let's dig a grave for the adversary!

Yes, sometimes the face of fortune is cruel,

The bullet tries to pierce our heart!

He retreated a little and the fighter died,

Lord open the door to the hero!

In the bottomless skies we have peace,

Paradise, the blessed warrior does not shine!

I carry peace with me in my fatherland,

Our children will taste the fruit of victory!

While Gerda was singing, she beat nine more tanks, significantly improving her score.

Then Charlotte began to sing:

Alluring starry heights,

They take you to endless distances!

And our people of the world of thought,

Dream of flying Icarus!

My gaze is fixed on the sky,

The sphere is difficult to touch..

From the first Archimedes screws -

Planing them was long and tedious!

Here the girl could not resist and began to aim and fire herself... The Soviet tank crews did not pay attention to the shots, although Magda"s self-propelled gun also joined in. Still, in a snowstorm you can"t really see where, what and how it"s hitting. Plus, both tanks sank and became almost indistinguishable from the snowdrift. And the new gun was more invisible, and at the end there was a silencer with a light outlet. This is the most insidious machine the Fritz turned out to have.

The crucian carp, who was hanging on the side at that moment, sang with excitement:

- If women fight, it"s better not to get into a fight!

It seemed like how much damage two cars of only twelve tons each could cause? However, in this case, personnel decides everything. The girls practically never missed, although not all hits were fatal. Three or four inclined armor of thirty-fours gave a ricochet, about a dozen impactions led to varying degrees of damage to the vehicles, but of the kind that can be easily fixed in the field. But about fifty Soviet vehicles of poor quality armor were seriously damaged.

For example, the commander"s thirty-four began to vomit when the ammunition detonated. The turret was thrown far away, and the barrel turned like a steering wheel. People died too.

The Soviet tank crews belatedly realized that they were being stung and tried to counter-attack.

Tiger girls are very cramped, but the ammunition load of 82 rounds is quite comparable to the Panther. Although the ammunition rests on the nose and the girls scrape their elbows on them. But for now there is still something to shoot, and when approaching, it is easier to hit the Russians.

Gerda very quickly crosses herself and, sending another tank for scrap, whispers:

- God forgive me! These are brave guys, but one of their commanders is completely crazy!

Charlotte noticed, whispering hysterically:

- If they come aboard us, then it"s the end!

Indeed, the thirty-fours fired on the move, were enveloped in smoke, shuddering from the shock. Of course, their hits are rare, the shots are inaccurate, but the tank is humming.

The forehead is still perfectly protected and the armor, whatever one may say, is of high quality, cemented. This means that the surface of increased hardness gives an excellent ricochet, just like a rabbit jumping.

But it"s still scary inside, it"s like climbing into a drum and being hit with heavy batons.

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 what"s much more unpleasant is that the Soviet shell hit the right apron of the roller. This is for the driving performance of the car, like a crowbar under the eye. Although, if you consider that the rollers are not staggered, but a separate cart, then the tank can still move. Turn around and leave yourself. This should have been done earlier. And so the stern protection is weaker. And the angle of inclination is smaller. If it hits, it might break through. The Russians' guns aren't that weak.

Gerda whispered, again releasing the gift of the underworld from their semi-automatic gun:

- But Pasaran!

Although this word, or rather the motto of the Spanish communists, looks completely inappropriate for German tiger warriors. After all, the Nazis fought on Franco"s side. Although sometimes soldiers willingly adopt other people's techniques.

When firing, Charlotte turned the Laska self-propelled gun slightly, and the destruction of the right roller by the shell created a problem for them in this regard.

Soviet tanks did not rush through the snowdrifts as fast as along the highway, but still their rapid jumps interfered with their aim and were fast.

Here the shells are being fired at point-blank range.

And Gerda fires at top speed, sweating profusely. Slanted armor

it gives a ricochet in the forehead, but if they hit them point-blank on the sides...

Charlotte yelled:

- And even if I end up in the depths of hell, I will not return to the cradle!

Girls, I 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 makes a decision:

- We blow up the cars and leave!

Charlotte exclaims with anguish:

- Do you want to throw iron?

Gerda says decisively:

- 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!

Gerda, with her bare fingers, turned the lever that set off explosives capable of blowing apart an experimental tank. The tiger girl was very sorry to destroy such a work of art, but where could she go if otherwise the Soviet soldiers, who are not to be denied courage, would capture unique technologies.

So they blew up the Laska and dived into a 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 shell hits. This 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 all their ammunition. But now they had to bury themselves, like snakes in a snowdrift, and there try to sit out from the inexorable Soviet guns.

When you're sweaty and in a bikini, climbing into the depths of snow isn't the most pleasant idea. But how often in our world do you do what pleases you? In any case, for example, the light seriously managed to singe the soles of Christina"s divine feet, who was shooting to the end. But this made the girl even angrier and yelled:

- Honor and courage are not sold by weight!

Magda, who was also scorched, and even her tanned skin was covered in blisters, exclaimed:

- Fire is heat, not fire!

Soviet tanks, however, made the task easier. In a rage, they shot at the abandoned "Weasels" without any pity, plunging dozens of shells into the broken metal. At the same time, some of the tankers leaned out of the hatches and, like a cascade of a waterfall, covered the German vehicles themselves and those who were driving obscenities.

Magda winced when she noticed:

- They, the Bolsheviks, are, of course, brave, but extremely uncultured!

Christina, spitting out the snow that was falling into her mouth, unexpectedly showed stern justice:

- Do you think our warriors are better?

Magda remarked jokingly:

- Of course, it"s better since we win. The Caucasus is already ours, then Moscow is only a couple of hundred kilometers away... - 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, just 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 No. 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 back, and the Soviet tanks moved on, developing a breakthrough. Although more than a hundred cars were left lying broken, distorted,

resulting in the action of tigress girls.

In general, Soviet troops achieved some successes in the first few days and managed to significantly penetrate enemy formations.

The Fritz retreated to Tikhvin itself and tried to gain a foothold in the city. Naturally, houses and residential areas are in themselves quite serious protection from the advancing Soviet troops.

The brave four tigress girls managed to retreat to Tikhvin. But they had to take up submachine guns to defend the city. But for tankers this is not the most pleasant pastime.

Charlotte, firing back from the advancing infantry, sending another red soldier to the next world, expressed:

- Well, aren"t we monsters... And we also want to get the treasure!

Tikhvin suffered serious damage even when the city was captured by the Germans.

Now the Krauts mounted the barricades and hoped to build an impregnable line of defense.

Gerda opened fire with single shots - she should have taken care of her cartridges. The Soviet troops lost too many tanks and so the infantry went on the attack.

Of course, there were not enough armored personnel carriers of Soviet models. That's why the soldiers were sent to slaughter. And they were met by machine guns and machine guns. The four shot well and cleverly hid in the barricades.

Gerda, having laid down another Soviet soldier, sang:

- We need to accomplish a feat of war - otherwise we won"t get any sense in living!

The battle raged throughout the city. And bombs were already falling from above, especially since the weather had noticeably improved, and the Krauts got a head start.

Gerda, in a rage, threw a dagger with her graceful bare fingers and shouted:

- Our battle will be victorious, otherwise it cannot be!

Charlotte, firing back just as well, added:

- There is only one victory, but a big one!

Gerda, cutting off several fighters with a short burst, added:

- But defeat is never small!

Soviet self-propelled guns fired at Tikhvin, field and siege artillery arrived a little later. The Fritz strengthened their defense and air pressure. Soviet troops assembled 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. And he literally swept away everyone in his path. Even the Soviet army specifically warned that such a monster had appeared in the air.

Marcel himself in no way 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. And too much was attributed to the war.

But here is the first super-ass fight after his return. Soviet bombers, attack aircraft and fighters are flying. They clearly want to give a fierce battle to the ground units of the Wehrmacht. But Marcel sees all this and from a distance of five or six kilometers opens fire, and even whistling through his nose.

Soviet machines and brave aces had not yet really seen the enemy when their planes began to explode and their wings began to crumble. Marcel shot without aiming, but intuitively. It was as if he knew in advance where each pilot would fly and direct his winged monster. So it turned out that a young man with a baby face was sweeping away winged armadas.

The New Year, although frosty, turned out to be hot. Soviet troops desperately and persistently attacked tried to take Tikhvin. The Fritz stubbornly defended themselves, trying to stay in the city, where the artery feeding impregnable Leningrad lay. In addition, we were talking about the prestige of the German troops, who found it difficult and shameful 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 greatly inferior to the enemy in armament and speed. In particular, the ME-309, like a dragon, knocked out weaker Soviet vehicles. In addition, the Germans developed a double-slave 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, ME-262 jets 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 machine was easier to manufacture and technically more reliable than jet Messerschmitts. But to operate it, fairly highly qualified pilots were required. Which somewhat devalued such positive qualities of this development as the low weight of the aircraft - only 1.6 tons when empty, low cost and manufacturability of production, and the best maneuverability in the world.

But those German aces who mastered this machine lavished praise on it. Huffman, the number two pilot after Marseille, who remained unattainable, was especially successful. 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 tactic of getting as close as possible, and then hitting and flying back is most convenient on the HE-162. So Huffman proved himself to be an outstanding master of close combat. Although Marseille's result of 3117 aircraft shot down is still unattainable.

Moreover, on January 2, 1944, this legendary pilot appeared in the sky and nevertheless persuaded Hitler, reminding him that the German troops were in bad shape, and the more powerful German equipment was clearly giving in in the snow. So it is necessary to provide air supply to the surrounded Tikhvin, where German troops settled, and to bomb all approaches to the city.

The tigress girls were shooting on the ground, and the super ace was scoring in the sky.

On the first day, Marseille made six sorties and shot down more than a hundred Soviet aircraft. True, on January 4 the weather suddenly deteriorated... A snowstorm arose, and Soviet troops stormed the city.

The magnificent four 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 arrived to help. A fearless child terminator, he was not afraid of the cold and fought in only shorts. His only means of keeping warm was camouflage cream, which turned his chocolate-skinned 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 powerful than submachine guns, and most importantly more reliable. However, the MH-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 shot 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 in landslides, raking up all resources. Indeed, a lot was lost.

But among the Krauts there are a lot 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, two divisions and four brigades from Sweden have already arrived as volunteers. In the country itself there are rallies and mass marches demanding war. And they wear portraits of Hitler and Charles XII.

So Sweden"s entry into direct war is a matter of time. Spain and Portugal are already at war, but they are sending troops much further south. And now in winter they generally try to climb somewhere beyond the Caucasus ridge. The Brazilian corps is apparently ready to make the leap to Central Asia, where the Basmachi movement is flaring up with renewed vigor.

But these are all details; Vlasov divisions are also fighting in Tikhvin. These guys fight angrily, realizing that terrible torture and an inevitable noose await them in captivity. What about the Germans? However, not sugar! They will also have a hard time, many will die in Siberia, but still they will not hang them indiscriminately.

Gerda, having changed the clip and mowed down the soldiers dressed in gray overcoats - the Russians don"t have enough camouflage robes for all of them, imagined what might await them if they were captured... And she smiled at the possible sexy, cool adventure. True, it will be worse later in Siberia. As this frost gets to you - flamethrower heat is even better. In the desert, they quickly got used to the hot sand and ran around barefoot, but here it didn"t work out that way. After a couple of hours in a bikini in the cold, it began to shake and I had to warm up in the bathhouse. There, their young men from the elite SS battalion warmed up their bodies with blows of a spruce broom. Well, and not only with a broom, of course - there are selected, handsome Aryan guys, that"s what you need!

They have already completely lost their former shyness, or maybe, on the contrary, they have acquired the relaxedness of a female macho. But now they have to retreat a little - the Soviet infantrymen, filling the approaches with corpses, came too dangerously close and began throwing grenades.

It was necessary to break the distance so as not to fall under the hail of fragments.

Magda received a small cut from a shrapnel and, in response, fired eight bullets in three seconds. The Soviet soldiers ran almost without breaking, only bending down slightly and the clip found victims. Christina also discharged eight rounds. The aggressive red devil expressed herself:

- 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 hits 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 carp throws discs very deftly, 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 very small, he looks eleven or twelve years old, but he is so fast... They don"t have time to hit him or defend themselves. The child was raised and trained from birth, throwing swords at the baby, forcing him to untangle and cut ribbons, dipping him 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" government. Excellent genetics and training with magic made the boy the best among ninjas. And naturally, Emperor Hirohito, in order to show the Germans that they are not the coolest supermen, but that there are cool guys in Japan, sent the boy to the German-Soviet front.

And Crucian carp (crucian fish symbolizes the pride and vitality of a samurai!) turned out to be a worthy warrior.

For example, with his bare feet, slightly reddened from many hours in the bitter cold, he throws a steel disk thinner than a hair. And in his hands there are two swords at once, to make it easier to cut down dense ranks of enemies. How scary is this child terminator, that for the first time Soviet soldiers, being defenseless under the blows of swords and launches of discs, backed away having experienced real fear.

The girls, having changed clips, began to shoot even faster, or rather, even faster.

The corpses of infantrymen were piled up in mounds. They almost immediately froze in the cold, and new soldiers climbed up them. This is how they climbed and reckoned with losses. But the ninja entered the battle and again, as if waves of fear were emitted.

A desperate attack raged for almost the whole day. At the cost of great losses, Soviet troops occupied a couple of blocks, pushing back the Germans on a number of lines. But weak artillery support - German aviation bombed the railway lines in previous days, depriving them of supplies and a lot of casualties among the advancing units, forced the infantry movement to temporarily stop.

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, released the city.

And in this assault, a rather risky decision was made - to use the IS-2 tank. A vehicle specifically designed as a breakthrough tank. Since a powerful weapon, due to its low rate of fire and relatively poor accuracy of fire, is poorly suited for fighting other people"s tanks, but it can successfully destroy unarmored targets.

So, even though tanks in urban conditions are suicide bombers, you still need to break through positions, even with your forehead.

The thirty-fours will be the first to move. Relatively light and not large cars raced along a narrow track... Grenades and Molotov cocktails rained down on them from the roofs. Then camouflaged tanks containing gasoline and napalm exploded. But heavy losses did not stop the USSR tank crews. They, losing hundreds of cars, broke into the city center, and there they entered into a stubborn exchange of blows. Even the effective Faust cartridges, which destroyed 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 abandon the 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 according to a strict limit, for a couple of hours of driving per day, the Caucasian oil is lost, and the development of new fields requires time and money, the human resources of which are sorely lacking in the Soviet empire bound by a 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 at the price...

The IS-2 tank looks impressive - it is also similar to the thirty-four, only the turret is moved forward even more. Of course, the barrel itself is thick and long, cannot be compared with the T-34-76, which still dominates the battlefield. During the whole of January, no more than a hundred T-34-85s will be produced through the titanic efforts.

The truth is that the vulnerability of the turret's forehead is striking - it is flat and not too thickly armored.

Crucian carp, 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 go for a ride! We missed the chopping block.

Gerda warned the boy:

- This tank has four machine guns!

Karas winked at the girls, noticing:

- That's good. Soon the infantry will attack again, and you will mow them down!

Magda nudged the ninja boy:

- Hurry up, terminator!

The pink heels flashed like the wings of a mosquito, the karate kid ran faster than the Olympic sprint champion. To begin with, he threw a small lump with a smoke package at the formidable IS. A reaction flared up and thick smoke poured out. At the same time, the black jets dispersed in different directions, blinding the machine gunners.

Having cut down several infantrymen, Karas flew like a cobblestone fired from a ballista and climbed up the tower. I used a special hook to pry open the hatch and pull back the heavy lid. Then everything is simple - a couple of swings of two swords and five members of the crew of a heavy tank parted heads. The girls also jumped in after him, having thrown off their fur camouflage and again found themselves in bikinis. Why is it warm in the tank while driving? The 520 horsepower diesel engine warms up metal quite well. Yes, the girl"s bare feet 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 new equipment in which the feet do not freeze so much in the cold. It"s really a shame that the Krauts took felt boots from the local population and pulled them on themselves. Or they wrapped themselves in fur scarves.

Karas kissed Magda on the lips goodbye and said:

- Well, this is the tank for you! I will fight where I know how to kill much better.

Gerda, in admiration, kissed the boy"s slippery, elastic heel and said:

- You are a miracle!

Christina added:

- The standard of the Aryan!

- I know! - Said the tomboy 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 with the enemy"s weapons. And the gun is really powerful. Only the more 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 on the front in single copies. It was shown during the celebration of November 8th to the possessed Fuhrer. Of course, it's not in the series yet. By the way, the IS-2 is undergoing its first run-in.

So far, even the Soviet tank crews have not fired a single shot, apparently choosing their target for sure.

Christina remarked sarcastically, turning the mechanism:

- Eh, old stuff... There is no automation here and everything has to be done manually...

Gerda, who ate the dog while pointing, remarked:

- And the sight is crap and visibility is unimportant. They are not very good at aiming at the target.

Magda, touching the transmission with her bare foot and turning the box, remarked:

- And yet, compared to the thirty-four, there is some progress. In particular, changing gears is easier. The cabin is a bit cramped, but you can move more or less. The ammunition is really not enough. Twenty-eight shells...

Gerda logically noted:

- For shooting at a limited number of bunkers, it may be enough, but for a full-fledged tank battle it is clearly not enough.

Charlotte also found some good things in the tank:

- But the machine gun armament is top notch! Four machine guns can provide good protection. And then I looked at this "Mouse" - it only has two "spitters" for such a car...

Christina, revving up the engine, confirmed:

- That's it! Is this a weapon for such a heavy tank of one hundred and eighty tons?

Magda, like a panther that had killed a buffalo, growled:

- The chickens laugh!

The diesel engine has a hard time accelerating the tank. It can be seen that the IS-2 still drives on 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...

Magda opened the tank's turret to get a better view around her.

But here"s 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, he is able to take a car head-on, and hits faster...

Magda decided to shoot from a distance of two kilometers. She ordered in a minor tone:

- Shoot directly at the forehead of the tower... And... You understand!

The car stopped, there was no smooth running, and Gerda, complaining about the poor quality of the optics, which were probably polished by untrained teenagers, aimed the barrel. The girls helped load the projectile weighing one and a half pounds. The blonde warrior put her cheek to the breech and tried to feel the alien car. After all, she had never fired from this gun, model 1931, before. Powerful, but obsolete, with a pointed projectile that is sensitive to ricochet. 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 was forced to be abandoned. And here you need to hit the target in conditions of poor visibility from a distance of 2000 meters. Yes, and it will be difficult for the enemy to respond 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 off so much that it tingled on my wrists and calves, and smelled like smoke.

The present flew in a long arc and... The IS-2 in front stopped, started smoking, and then the ammunition began to explode...

Magda answered joyfully:

- So we gave it to them! - And logically, or rather illogically, confusing the concepts, she added. - It is not man who paints weapons, but man"s weapons!

Gerda growled:

- Reload!

And the girls tensed up... Of course, this is not a "Tiger" for them, they have to sweat, but it"s more fun this way, especially since a standing tank quickly cools down. Iron is a good conductor.

The second time Gerda shot faster and more confidently. The ISs continued to move, and apparently they had not yet figured out where the guns were firing from. And stopping is not a Russian custom. Once 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...

Much too late, the fourth IS-1 opened fire on the move... And, strangely enough, it hit, although from such a distance from a moving vehicle it is almost impossible, but personnel decides everything! However, the distance for an 85mm gun is too long, beyond the penetration limit. But there was a major thunder in the turret and the frontal armor bent. Gerda sent in response the fourth "letter-parcel" weighing one and a half pounds... The forehead of the IS-1 tank split and orange tongues soared high into the sky.

The girls fight beautifully... That day was lucky for them. But the capabilities of the Soviet army are not comparable.

Despite all the efforts of the Fritz, on January 13, at the cost of great efforts and colossal losses, Tikhvin was taken... Individual 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 ninja boy and four girls made their way in a separate squad in the style of the three musketeers. Namely, where it was not possible to quietly bypass with battle and over the corpses. Naturally, the IS-2 had to be abandoned, but along the way, quite unexpectedly, we also came across a rare T-34-85 tank, a vehicle that was supposed to replace the outdated and insufficiently powerful T-34-76 gun.

The vehicle had a similar hull and chassis, but a larger turret with a long-barreled and thickish cannon. The gun was slightly inferior in penetrating power to the Panther, both due to the lower initial velocity of the projectile and the quality of the ammunition. But still the difference did not look overwhelming like 76 graph paper.

For an ordinary "Tiger" it is already dangerous, for a "Lion" it is not yet - so 100 millimeters of it are inclined. Although from a certain angle a chance appeared. Or in the lower part of the body, but also track guards.

The tank was boarded and cleared of its crew. Of course there was blood splattered inside. The vehicle itself is completely new, but the ammunition load is modest - only 35 rounds. The cabin is not very spacious, but it is better than the old thirty-four.

Gerda noted:

- And here there is a commander"s tower. This means we have a strong competitor. Now the Russians will not be so blind.

Magda grinned maliciously and noted:

- And the Russians were already shooting well, albeit with worse visibility. In addition, the tower has become larger and easier to get into!

Gerda laughed loudly at this:

- Well, yes! This is the biggest problem for our tankers and, probably, the crowning advantage of this tank! Try it, get it!

Charlotte sang:

- One, two, five! "Tiger" came out to shoot!

Christina picked up:

- To meet T-4, legs higher, arms wider!

And so they rushed off on a tank that moved more easily than the IS... Gerda remembered how they hit the Soviet infantry with four machine guns. They mowed down decently, but the Russians didn"t even realize where such a misfortune had fallen on them. But, having set off, they went on the attack, throwing grenades... A couple of them, despite a decent distance, flew up and exploded on the tower. Of course, for armor of 100 and 90 millimeters the IS is like a pellet to an elephant, but it buzzes unpleasantly. Yes, and the caterpillars can be cut.

So I had to start the engine and retreat. And then the cartridges ran out. They mowed down more than one hundred Red soldiers.

Gerda was amazed at the contempt for death among Soviet people. The Arabs, with their promises of harems and pearl palaces, had nowhere near 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 predetermined and this is nothing more than the rage of the doomed?

This is incredibly difficult to understand and comprehend.

Although, of course, there are many among Russian traitors. Over the six months of its existence, Vlasov"s "Liberation Army" formed six divisions and nine separate brigades. Although, of course, it is clear that being a Wehrmacht soldier is easier than working for fifteen to sixteen hours at a machine for much worse rations, but still... For some reason, German divisions made up of former prisoners of war are not visible on the fronts...

Although, however, there are few Germans in captivity, and Soviets... It seems there are already more than six and a half million. There may not be so many Vlasovites, although many prisoners were dispersed to national divisions and legions controlled by the SS. In addition, some Russians were sent to the formations of nobles and monarchists.

But in any case, they managed to take Tikhvin, despite the improving weather and massive bombing. Although they paid an incredible price.

Gerda received the order and shot at thirty-four from the lighter weight category. The gun's rate of fire is higher, so you can feel more confident. Once, then a second, and finally a third tank to the dump...

So you need to be more careful. Otherwise, they will be slammed here at the car; only the frontal armor of the turret has become stronger and thicker, and the format is almost the same. The hull is especially vulnerable. And among Russian tankers there are craftsmen. However, a weakling will not be jailed for such a rare tank as the IS-2 or IS-1. And thirty-fours of the usual format can be with ordinary fighters. Through the slot in the commander's tower, they look like the muzzles of horses, with an antennae at the muzzle. It"s even somehow inconvenient to fire a targeted shot at such beauties.

This time the crucian carp is in the tower with the girls, he chose to serve as their guide and cannot leave the girls in the cauldron. True, Magda logically noted:

- We can leave without shooting or provoking...

Crucian carp, twisting his face like a child, said tearfully:

- No - without shooting, it won"t be interesting!

Magda nevertheless warned the girls:

- Open fire only when there are no more than three or four vehicles. We must definitely bring this new tank intact to our units.

Gerda agreed:

- So far this new item is not among the trophies, which means it will still be useful to us.

The tigress girls continued their hunt with moderate enthusiasm. They were not very successful, but they added seven more tanks and five trucks to their assets. Once we 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. Only a timely raised flag with a swastika-spider came to the rescue.

Now they are crossing the trench and there are even a couple of bouquets with paper flowers that are given to the heroine warriors.

Oleg Rybachenko, who was tired of watching this mocking movie, yelled:

- Why are you showing me all the damn bitches! How many times can you watch the murder of Russian people!

. CHAPTER No. 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. Why not? This is both money and fame.

The Soviet tank arsenal hasn't changed much. The main tank is still T-34-85. The chassis and hull armor remained from the forties. The same diesel engine of five hundred horsepower, the same 45 millimeters of frontal armor at an angle. Weaker protection for the sides of the hull, vulnerable to German Faust cartridges.

Only a larger turret was installed, with 90 mm frontal armor and an 85 mm cannon. The tank, of course, is outdated, and not at all dangerous for the Germans!

The girls are driving a Goering-5 car, a later modification. The side armor was increased to 178 millimeters, and the frontal armor to 250 at an angle. The tank itself is equipped with a gas turbine engine and accelerates the British to 60 kilometers per hour.

Jane asked Gunner Gringeta:

-Can you see well?

The peasant warrior answered confidently:

- The 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 shell. The tower is torn off the Soviet thirty-four. The girls scream with delight. They really think this is all great. And it"s even encouraging that Soviet tank crews are dying.

Jane chirped in a gentle voice:

- We will erase everyone into ashes... And Moscow will be under us!

However, having stumbled upon minefields, the German tank has to stop. The Russians fortified themselves very tightly. And a lot of anti-tank hedgehogs. The artillery is actively shelling.

Gringeta says in frustration:

- This is how it turns out... We came across a hard block!

Jane answers with apparent confidence:

- No, it doesn"t happen until the morning... Let"s break through the opera!

The German combat vehicle stalled somewhat. Jet attack aircraft appeared in the sky, and teletanks were used. Apparently they were trying to destroy the minefields.

They 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 war there is more and more dirt, and less and less valor!

Jane had to agree with this:

- Selyavi! Alas, we somehow lose!

Gringeta corrected the commander:

- Rather, not us, but our opponents! We"ll get out of the deadlock now, and there will be a fight...

The German tank was firing, although nothing was really visible. Jane rubbed her bare feet together and sang:

- We shouldn"t think badly - we"ll definitely disappear! There is a way out of the labyrinth, from any dead end!

Gringeta chirped with a smile:

- He who is cheerful laughs...

Whoever wants it will achieve it...

Who seeks will always find!

Malanya, singing and sparkling her teeth, added:

- Let those who are accustomed to fight for victory sing with us!

The cannonade lasted for several hours, and then the German tanks finally moved on. They were met by Soviet artillery and anti-tank guns of various calibers. However, it was felt that the penetration power was clearly not enough. The Germans advanced... Only when the 203-mm cannons began to fire did the first damaged Nazi vehicles appear.

Jane whispered uncertainly:

- Lord... Let this cup pass from me!

Gringueta said confidently:

- You can"t have two deaths, you can"t avoid one! So if anything we will live in the next world!

Malanya asked in a whisper:

- What is that world like?

Gringeta said not too confidently:

- I think it"s better than ours!

Malanya whispered in response:

- May God grant the blind to open their eyes and straighten the backs of the hunchbacks!

Indeed, Jane began to wonder what that world might be like. Maybe this world is even more irrational and less safe. Jane twirled her waist and moved her hips and chirped:

- This is a very interesting option - to die and go to the next world! So what awaits 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 she burst out laughing, her slightly crazy laugh. She was a warrior-peasant actively moving her bare, graceful legs, and her fingers were playing.

I caught an IS-3 in my sights... That's far from true. Not everyone will hit, and if they do, the shell, crashing into the pike"s snout, can ricochet. But the girl knew what she was doing. She fired and purred:

- Shore of fogs, let's destroy with bait!

Matilda additionally sang:

- And this "Agdam", let"s drink to the ladies! Super madam!

Gringueta's shot was accurate. The shell hit the lower part of the frontal armor of the turret, right into the gap. And it produced a destructive impact without ricocheting. This is the situation that has arisen. More precisely, five Soviet tank crews died almost immediately. And the English women added crimes to their list.

Malanya roared, activating her machine guns. Several boy soldiers wanted to crawl up to Hitler"s tank.

- But pasaran, don"t come near, boy! - A pretty girl shouted and sprayed machine-gun fire at the brave pioneers.

Jane chirped, tapping her bare heel on the armor:

- Oh, boys, boys, boys... You suddenly became unwanted! Apparently for this damned land, you are too noble!

And the girl, the lord"s daughter, felt sorry for these barefoot, scratched, grimy boys who were pierced by merciless bullets. How sad and difficult it all is.

Gringeta fired again, penetrated the SU-100 self-propelled gun, and chirped:

- And the grasshopper will run to hand over the bottles!

Malanya licked her lips with her scarlet tongue and sipped Coca-Cola from a plastic bottle, saying:

- Of course not! Give me some wine and a pack of cigarettes!

Matilda, carefully advancing the tank, hissed:

- Cigarettes are poison...

Jane picked up the rhythm and continued:

- That's right, people say!

Gringeta responds by firing and hissing:

- There is nothing worse than nicotine!

Malanya giggled and growled:

- Put a pack of cigarettes in the firebox!

Matilda added in response, scratching the scarlet nipple of her breast:

- That's right, people say...

Jane finished with a grin, sticking her tongue out.

- But I smoke...

Malanya finished with aplomb:

- And I"m very glad!

The girls laughed, showing their long, cherry-colored tongues. Jane remarked with a smile:

- The cigarette is the most effective killer, especially against the customer!

Malanya added:

- A cigarette is like a silent rifle, but it is deadly even in the hands of an amateur!

Gringeta fired the gun and remarked with a smile:

- The cigarette is the most reliable sniper, it always kills!

Matilda slowed down the tank slightly on the hill and hissed:

- The cigarette tastes bitter, but it attracts more than sweets!

Jane sighed heavily and muttered:

- A cigarette is like a bad girl, but 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 skidded 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 philosophizing:

- In war, the shortest path to the goal is a roundabout maneuver, and the pure truth is a vile deception!

Gringeta, having smashed a Soviet cannon with a well-aimed shot, remarked:

- With a roundabout maneuver you are most likely to shorten the path to your goal!

Malanya fired the machine gun and chirped:

- Life is red, but it leaves with scarlet blood!

Matilda summed it up:

- In war, life loses its value, but acquires meaning!

The girls continued the war. They shot, and at the same time composed aphorisms as they went.

Jane kicked with her bare foot and said:

- War is like a groom, susceptible to betrayal, but does not allow it to lie dormant!

Gringeta fired and wittily said:

- War is a lustful woman in devouring men's bodies!

Malanya hissed in response:

- All ages are submissive to war, like love, but it"s not a pleasant pastime!

Matilda found it necessary to add:

- War, like a courtesan, is expensive and changeable, but it always leaves a heroic memory!

Jane turned the dog with her graceful, bare fingers and cooed:

- In war it"s not like in a dream, you can"t do without strong emotions!

Gringeta fired with a grin and replied:

- The world is boring and relaxing, war is interesting and exciting!

Matilda, happily sipping Coke, continued:

- War is blood and sweat, it fertilizes the seedlings that give birth to courage!

Malanya giggled and remarked:

- No matter how interesting the process of war is, everyone wants the 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 just get it dirty too!

Gringueta chirped with aplomb:

- War is a religion: it requires fanaticism, discipline, unquestioning submission, but its gods are always mortal!

Malanya giggled quietly and remarked:

- In war, like in a casino, the risk is high, but the winnings are short-lived!

Matilda bared her teeth and barked:

- The soldier is mortal, glory is forgotten, trophies wear out, and only the reasons to start a new massacre are irremovable!

Jane subtly checked:

"We despise a murderer unless he is a soldier at the front, and we despise a thief even more if he is a marauder on the battlefield!"

Gringeta cackled again and hissed:

- A soldier is a knight whose armor is courage and honor! General Baron, whose crown is prudence and intelligence!

Malanya said with a smile:

- The soldier sounds proud, the private sounds derogatory!

Matilda replied wittily:

- The first to attack may die, but the last will not be remembered!

Jane cooed breathily:

- It"s better to be first in dividing the spoils than in attacking!

Gringueta added with a smile:

- War is like a woman, she only lays down men without breaking!

Malanya answered with dignity:

- A woman, unlike a war, is in no hurry to put a man to death!

Matilda said with a chuckle:

- War, unlike women, 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, men are never enough for her, and she won"t refuse a woman!

In response to this, Gringetta considered it necessary to reproduce a witty aphorism:

"Women don"t like to fight, but the urge to kill a man is not much worse than a bullet!"

Malanya hissed like a cobra, spewing out her pink tongue:

- A small bullet can kill a man, make him happy, a woman with a big heart!

Matilda added with a sarcastic grin:

- A big heart often leads in small self-interest!

The girls finished exchanging witty remarks and began to look intently at the battlefield. TA-311 attack aircraft were flying in the sky, firing at the positions of Soviet troops. Although slowly, the coalition of the Third Reich was moving forward. And she managed to refresh herself a little by swallowing the corpses.

The girls, bored, began to make jokes again with aphorisms:

Jane cooed:

"War doesn"t have a woman"s face, but it bleeds men better than a wife!"

Gringeta fired and rasped:

- War does not bring joy, but it satisfies aggressive instincts!

Malanya whistled in response:

- Joy in war, the corpses of enemies are only in price!

Matilda, scrolling through the caterpillars, added:

- War is the plowing of a field: it is fertilized with corpses, it is irrigated with blood, but it emerges in victory!

Jane fired and purred in response:

- Victory grows on corpses and blood, but it bears fruit from the weak!

Gringeta fired, breaking the thirty-four like a glass, and hissed:

- War is like a man-eating flower, bright, carnivorous and with a bad smell!

Malanya rubbed the pedal with her bare foot and blurted out:

- War is the mother of progress and the stepmother of laziness!

Matilda will take it and roar:

- And in war, the life of a soldier is not valuable, but the generals are even a loss!

Jane ran the edge of her hand across her chest and chirped:

- If you want peace, instill fear; if you want war, induce laughter!

Gringeta took it and fired, pointing the weapon with her bare foot, singing:

- Laughter is not a sin if you are not a laughing stock in military affairs!

Malanya giggled and growled with success:

- War is like a circus, only the winner has the last laugh!

Matilda drove the tank, crushing a couple of pioneers, and rasped:

- In war it"s like in a circus, only an insidious, serious killer!

The girls fell silent again. They're tired of making jokes. In general, war is not very beautiful.

Jane thought in annoyance: Britain had lost 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 English in power 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. Many peoples and countries serve in its troops. And what can we say: the Third Reich, spreading its wings, drowned out Britain.

But in 1940, having conquered France, Hitler generously offered peace to Churchill. And it was necessary to accept it: common sense dictated that Britain could not gain anything from the war, even theoretically, but could lose. Hitler fought the air battle with England at half strength. With great delay, he transferred troops to Africa. He went to the Soviet Union. But all this only delayed the catastrophe.

The Germans, using the occupied territories, found the strength to fight on two fronts; Japan confidently beat the Americans. And then Stalin betrayed him by 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 joined Hitler"s army to seek happiness and rank. And they partially succeeded there.

So what? Now they have two Homelands: Greater Germany, Little Britain.

Jane took a sip of Coca-Cola and chirped:

- Love and death, good and evil... What is holy, what is sinful, the murderers don"t care!

Gringeta sang in response, sending another projectile:

- Love and dare, let evil rule, but we are given only one to choose!

The girls cheered up a little. Well, in fact, as much as you can tune yourself in a minor key. They are young, cheerful, energetic, and quite lucky. They fight so much and not a single scratch. Unless you consider that they will get scratched on the tank.

Malanya remarked harshly:

- Eh, Churchill should have accepted Hess"s offer and entered the war with the USSR. Then we would rule the entire planet, and in the end we would crush Germany too!

Matilda sang with delight:

- Germany is good in battle, the British lion is the best!

Malanya confirmed:

- Yes, our lion from Britain is the best!

Jane said with a smile:

- We still have a chance! Hitler will die and the German Empire will fall apart!

Gringeta fired a projectile and partially agreed:

- Yes, it will fall apart! They are carnivorous predators, but will this make us any better?

Malanya remarked philosophically:

- Unity under a hard regime is better than chaos and sloppiness under a soft one!

Matilda pressed her bare soles on the pedals and barked:

- We will be on Mars too! And beyond the solar system!

Jane answered with a Gioconda smile:

- First we need to establish a unified regime on planet Earth!

Gringet, took it and sang fervently:

- And we won"t allow this regime to change!

Malanya remarked wittily:

- But in order to leave you with your nose, I have to change my nose!

The girls are lucky as always. Now their tank reaches the first line of trenches. And tears up the ground with its caterpillars. The warriors laugh.

- We will crush them all!

One of the guns got stuck between the rollers, and the tank stopped. The girls got out of the car; it was still too cramped and too hot in the tank. But it"s risky outside, you could get burned.

The warriors rushed, flashing their bare heels, and chanting:

- We are playful girls, good friends, well, let them whip our bare feet, the playful cougars!

Jane, running, noticed:

- Here we are, the Space Marines!

Malanya confirmed with a grin:

- Both into space and into the landing force!

And Gringeta took it and walked around in her arms, howling:

- I'm a super warrior! I'll kill everyone!

Matilda took it in response and hissed:

- Poison drop by drop into the Fuhrer!

Jane giggled and sang:

- The blow is strong, and the Fuhrer is omnipotent!

The warriors ran, stepping barefoot, over rubble, crushed, highly heated iron, various kinds of beams, and broken skulls.

Jane sang:

-You will understand me... You will understand me... You will understand me, and you won"t find a better country!

It is pleasant for the girl to run, with her not too rough legs, along the prickly path and debris. It really is great fun.

Gringeta sang:

- Summer, the sun is shining high...

Malanya supported the song:

- High... High!

Matilda added:

- Summer, we are far from death! Far!

The warriors noticeably cheered up. Indeed, what a pleasure it is to move and jump so energetically.

Jane chuckled and remarked:

- Death is a convention, disgrace is an absolute!

Gringeta rubbed one bare foot against the other and hissed:

- We will have a holiday too! And with it victory!

Malanya said skeptically:

- Ours or the Germans?

Matilda grinned and sang:

- A deadly fire awaits us...

Jane responded:

- But he is powerless...

Gringeta howled like a panther:

- Everyone has a separate coffin...

Malanya took it and, shooting, hissed:

- The Boche battalion has gone to its grave!

Matilda roared back:

- A whole legion has gone to the grave!

And the girls took it and meowed... They are like slender horses. And so cute, bare and tanned legs.

Jane took it and hissed with pleasure:

- And I'm a cobra! And I'm a cobra! Not a bear at all!

Gringeta squealed in response:

- It"s nice for a cobra to fly up to the clouds!

And the girls will just bump heads. Sparks fly from the eyes as if the hour is coming!

Malanya took it and hissed:

- Hitler is kaput!

Matilda supported her:

- And Stalin is kaput!

Jane shook her hips and chirped:

- I am a warrior of light, on your knees savages... I will sweep away everyone who slanders from the face of the Earth!

Malanya took it and roared:

- And Hitler is a fool, he smokes tobacco! He steals matches and doesn"t spend the night at home!

Matilda grinned sarcastically and asked:

- What do you think, does the Fuhrer have it?

Gringeta kicked the ash with her bare foot and growled:

- Of course not! The four of us will give him a blowjob!

Malanya rolled her eyes and whispered:

- Oh, it"s very nice to hold a pulsating jade rod in your mouth and feel it with your tongue!

Matilda whispered with a breath:

- How great it is! And everything will be just great!

The girls jumped higher and higher. But their tank was repaired and they had to return. The warriors climbed back and hissed:

- This is our tank! He will be just great!

Jane suddenly remembered the fairy tale about Robin Hood. There is little Joe, the boy was captured by the sheriff. The boy was tortured: they pulled him up on the rack and fried his heels.

When the flames licked the bare, rough soles of the boy's feet... Jane felt arousal here, and she really wanted sex. Here they entered it. Especially the Japanese ninja Crucian carp. This blond boy is so handsome, and he has very large masculine perfection. And it"s so nice to touch such clean and smooth skin with your breasts.

Jane wanted to put her finger between her legs, but she 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 fierce, and furious fire!

The girls again moved their Goering-5 towards the positions of the Soviet troops. Stalin himself probably freaked out pretty much when he learned about the advance of the Nazis. Really, how can you not get nervous here? A huge machine is rushing at you, but there is nothing to answer. Thirty-fours, you can"t fight off the E series. And even more so from pyramidal AGs.

And Stalin is apparently in shock. At least call a cockroach to be your advisor. No sound, no meaning, no splash of water! Looks like you'll get screwed!

Jane remarked with a smile:

- And Stalin, unlike Churchill, always willingly accepted handouts from Hitler and went for peace!

Gringeta sang with enthusiasm:

- Tell me what the world is! They will answer you - the sun and the wind!

Malanya remarked with enthusiasm:

- 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 the king! And we will sweep it off the face of the planet!

Gringeta took it and roared:

- The greatness of the Britons, recognized by the planet! Fascism was crushed with a blow of the sword!

Malanya added enthusiastically:

- 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, let's build holy communism!

Jane laughed and remarked:

- And under the leadership of the Germans, communism can indeed be built!

Gringeta hit her forehead on the breech of the gun and sang:

- We're joking, we'll build communism now! And Stalin will be our super and hero!

Malanya added, clarifying:

- In a coffin, of course!

Gringueta readily confirmed:

- Of course, in a coffin!

Jane said philosophically:

- No matter how great the king is, he will go to the grave, just like the huntsman!

Gringeta added with a malicious grin:

- A politician always lies, only he dies for real!

Malanya clicked her bare toes and said:

- Immortality is real, but death is illusory!

Matilda also gave out an aphorism:

- Kings can do anything, but not one, not one king can escape from the grave into the earth!

Jane chirped:

- Life will end soon...

Gringetta supported with aplomb:

- The dot will strike soon!

Malanya fires machine guns at the Soviet infantry, and hisses:

- Oh, mommy, mommy, have pity on your son!

Matilda, having difficulty holding back her laughter, added:

- After all, he has not a day left to live!

Jane thought philosophically:

- Everyone wants to live beautifully, but only a few die with dignity!

Gringueta answered with a smile:

- Death promises trouble, unless it sparkles with the rays of achievement!

Malanya hissed with a furious baring of her teeth:

- A good death is better than a crappy life!

Matilda challenged:

- It"s good to be God in freedom, but it"s bad to be a devil in prison!

Gringeta remarked with a venomous grin:

- And we have run out of shells... Agree, this is a huge tragedy! Not a single present of annihilation!

Jane snorted disdainfully.

- There will be new presents and other presidents!

. CHAPTER No. 17.

On this day, October 10, 1947, Friedrich, as always, a greyhound and tireless, quickly raced on the air horse Me-362. The boy did not feel even a shadow of fatigue, he was too excited, and still shot without missing a beat. At night, repair teams, primarily American ones, put some of the damaged equipment into operation. In particular, the "Pattons" were again spun on tracks, in addition, a couple of hundred of these vehicles entered service after being transferred from overseas, along already established railways. The partisans, of course, tried, but they did much worse than usual. In the elections of the Ukrainian Father, Bandera defeated, and betrayal and desertion increased in the partisan ranks. Plus, the commander of the partisan movement, Voroshilov, fell ill... And a replacement for him was not found in time... Thus, the supply of the international strike group of fascists was quite satisfactory. Yes, brave underground fighters and heroic saboteurs sometimes achieved success, but not above the tactical level. In addition, the emergence of new capitulated allies caused a sharp drop in faith in the victory of the USSR, and this led to the fact that wavering elements, openly or otherwise secretly, went over to the side of the fascists.

The number of deserters especially increased among the Kraikov Red Army and the Polish Army. The Poles, having believed the promises of the Nazis and especially Western capitalists, seriously counted on creating a great empire in the east, at the expense of Russia! Not all, of course, Polish communists remained faithful to the Soviets, but the rest of the political shades... Liberals are especially unreliable... So the Polish units began to surrender on the Moscow Bulge almost immediately from the beginning 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 flights himself, breaking away from the other pilots. He saw that the enemy was no longer so densely meeting the Nazi hordes with fire, and there were almost no minefields left in the path of the tank wedges. But the Soviet soldiers fought stubbornly. The infantry did not open fire and tried, by letting the tanks close, to blow up their tracks or a bunch of grenades, or to set them on fire with combustible bottles.

The Terminator boy mainly increased the score at the expense of Soviet guns. Moreover, shooting from a horizontal plane, avoiding wasting time on a dive. True, several tanks located in ambush were also destroyed. USSR aviation was inactive. In the morning, only seven U-2 aircraft appeared, then four Laggs. In general, Friedrich had a short conversation with them, lightly pressing the trigger... And then, as always!

Having suppressed the already weakened combat points, Nazi tanks rushed further across the field and into the trenches... Anti-tank ditches and hedgehogs, however, were also encountered on this already sixth and partly fifth line of defense (there were eight of them in total). The Soviet artillerymen were nervous and began to shoot from afar. The fascist artillery was merciless, and the aviation... So far, like a skating rink, everything was shredded. Well, Friedrich, as always, is ahead of everyone, more spirited and cooler. Changes took place in the formation of the troops; the Pattons, armed with powerful machine guns, took the lead. A forced decision to reduce losses from kamikaze infantrymen who sacrifice themselves but do not want to give up...

Friedrich made his third flight with his friend Helga. Here they met for the first time a more or less large batch of Soviet aircraft. Among them were even five Br-3s (from where they were dug up). Oddly enough, the USSR bombers immediately turned back at the sight of the German aces, and the fighters rushed towards them.

Friedrich calmly shot the cars trying to get closer. Including an ace with a star of the hero of the USSR on the fuselage. The 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, without missing a beat, shot down thirty-six fighters and four attack aircraft at once, turned on the speed, and rushed after the bombers.

Here, however, Friedrich discovered that his car did not rush so much, and did not reach 740 estimated kilometers even with a forced engine. The reason is clear, Friedrich replaced the 30-mm Mr-108 guns with the Mr-103, which, with an initial projectile speed of 960 meters per second, are much more effective at penetrating the roofs of tanks and enemy fighters from a very long distance, but almost one and a half times heavier and lower with a rate of fire of 420 rounds per minute (however, Friedrich generally preferred to fire single shells while falling into a trance!). And the ammunition for the guns was increased especially for Frederick. So, catching up with the bombers was not an easy task. Several nimble He-362s were ahead of the brave young ace. They fell like hail on the crops, crushing and tormenting Soviet vehicles. Moreover, the Br-3, being slower and poorly armed, became easy prey for terrorist pilots. Friedrich arrived at the end of the feast, but still finished off a dozen, knocking out fifty. However, the boy failed to beat his previous record of two hundred and fifty-three cars.

Friedrich returned back with great enthusiasm in his soul. He won and is winning! And thoughts about my betrayal completely disappeared. The young man even said to himself:

- Why these prejudices! Homeland is where your friends and children grow up! And the USSR is not the Motherland, but a prison of nations!

Helga heard these words, but, not understanding their true essence, confirmed:

- You are right! And we will soon have children! Although, I don"t want to get belly fat while this war is still going on!

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 flight on assault, jet Fokken-Wulf-5s turned into a hunt for guns, since 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. Fascist 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 by the reserves of Rotmistrov"s armored fist. In particular, the battle took place on a 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 attack from land and air.

Lieutenant General Rotmistrov, the hero of the Battle of Stalingrad, carried out the order coming from the Supreme Commander-in-Chief himself, and sincerely believed that the battle near Moscow had not yet been lost. He had power in his hands, and there was a glimmer of hope that the USSR would regain what it had previously lost. However, the column, moving under its own power, became quite stretched. This was partly due to the desire to avoid Third Reich reconnaissance aircraft, with the other duration of the march being caused by damage to railway lines due to enemy aircraft.

Heavy bomber strikes forced large tank forces to march hundreds of kilometers under their own power. Moreover, at the maximum speed march... This is taking into account some heterogeneity of the tank fleet; some vehicles had filters replaced, others, on the contrary, old types, including imperfect transmissions, slowed down diesel engines.

Due to the brutal and massive impact of enemy aviation, the fifth shock army was located quite far from the front line and this forced this steel roller to march from evening to morning.

A more compact group of fascists was already waiting for Rotmistrov. While inferior in the total number of tanks, the Nazis were superior in quality: having approximately almost one and a half hundred "Panthers"-5 and "Tigers"-5, as well as one and a half dozen "Goering" L (English vehicles with 17-foot guns, approximately equal in penetrating power to a gun "Panthers"), E-50, AG-50 and "Patton". The Super Ferdinand tank destroyers were still on their way.

Of course, it would have been better to attack the Nazis en masse, but the formidable Zhukov was in too much of a hurry for Rotmistrov, rightly fearing that the Nazis would take energetic countermeasures. However, they have already done so...

But here the Soviet army had one trump card - this was serious air cover... The planes were removed from the Ural direction and from the headquarters reserve, and they even threw training vehicles into battle, as well as equipment straight from the assembly line. This was the chance to break through the right flank and rear, which had moved far ahead of the fascist wedge.

General Gotha, and other commanders, already during 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 it was necessary to have a cover plan.

Special German aircraft, especially the Xe-362, monitored the airspace, so that the battle on Krasnogvardeysky was to become the largest not only tank, but also air battle of the Second World War!

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 him, or almost next to him on his right hand, on an assault, and therefore especially powerful modification of the Fokken-Wulf-5, raced Helga.

The boy even sang:

- We're racing through the waves on starships! Quarks foam in the ether vortices!

Helga confirmed:

- Red creatures, you will be hit! Children of the underground hellish world!

Friedrich laughed and said his favorite:

- Come on, away from the screw! Angel of death, just whistle for him to appear! He will rip all the scum into pieces of their asses!

Helga giggled in response.

- Well, you're witty!

Friedrich was somewhat concerned about the increasing 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-mm cannon is three times heavier than that of a 20-millimeter cannon, and in terms of destructive power, perhaps four times more powerful, it is a universal weapon capable of destroying armor both on the surface of the planet and in the air! The young ace even wanted to give up the machine guns and remove their four large-caliber ones, but... Helga objected before departure:

- After all, it may come down to close combat. It"s better to save this trump card...

- Enough for Force Majeure and two shooters! - Friedrich cut off briefly. For me, shooting down close is enough. In general, I think the machine gun armament here is excessive.

Helga giggled cheerfully and slapped the boy on the back.

- Unfortunately, not everyone is such an invincible knight like you! Many aces are still beginners, they need denser fire to be sure to hit...

Frederick 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.

Instead of answering, Helga ran into her fighter-attack aircraft, flashing her bare, pink heels. What else to do, the emergency call sounded.

Friedrich was generally pleased that he had removed the two outer machine guns, the massive vehicle took off easier, and the speed increased, and the lighter wings improved maneuverability. Although the fire points themselves were covered by fairings, their reduction noticeably added to the aerodynamics of the car. Although the Me-362 in terms of aerodynamic qualities still has no equal among piston vehicles, it is such a universal horse of war.

Rare trees and fields flash below... The day is hot and it looks like it won"t be easy to fight. Especially the Russians, who are losing this enormous battle. Here on the left and a little below is a flock of crows flying... A large flock, some of the crows are very large... An ominous sign, crows accompany all the wars of this cruel, devoid of sentimentality world. As Boyarsky sang in the famous musical:

- But why! It is impossible to live by your mind! But why - life doesn"t teach us anything!

Here it is violence, violence and more violence! Cruelty, cruelty and once again cruelty cementing the nation!

The flock of crows seems endless, there are tens, hundreds of thousands of them, and they caw so that you can hear them even in a hermetically sealed cabin. Friedrich asked Helga on the radio:

- Maybe we can hit them with machine guns?

The ace girl objected:

- It"s not worth it! Every bullet can count here!

Friedrich chuckled:

- Which is quite possible! The king has cartridges in a bag under his throne.

The first batch of Soviet aircraft suddenly jumped out from behind a flock of vultures. 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 rough start. But a couple of German "Salamanders"-3 were shot down, and it"s unclear how the Me-262 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 it began.

An entire 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 types, but most of all the Yakov and a few less Laggs.

Friedrich opened fire from a distance of more than six kilometers. He again plunged into streams of wild trance, when you don"t aim, but your fingers keep pressing automatically. When there are no longer considerations, thoughts, the body seems to be yours, but you are already like a puppet of unknown forces... And that means the flesh is not yours, but the spirit of the underworld - unclean, evil forces...

Well, and in the head of the terminator boy, the song began to sound several times:

Among friends, but at the same time secluded,

Captured by suffering, sorrowful worries!

Our world is so tired of abuse,

Neither expanse nor beauty is visible!

Where have you brought us - evil evil devil?

When an evil demon controls an army!

We certainly want military glory,

Although at heart I am a vile parasite!

Such emptiness in the extinguished spirit,

There's no way around the quagmire!

And death, this stake to the ruthless old woman,

What collects tribute in Holy Rus'!

Simple understanding does not shine,

Everything is in the web, limitless power!

The desire to live in the earthly abode,

Tasting sweetness, joy, happiness with your sweetheart!

But fate sent his son to war,

Where we had to forget about peace!

No need to curse Satan for this,

We ourselves didn"t want anything else!

I'm cutting through the whirlwind onto the plane,

Having performed a twist, and the signature move!

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 hellish Wehrmacht to pieces,

Russia's exploits will be glorified!

Communism will come to Earth, I believe,

We will live happily - I know for sure!

The executioner of people - fascism, will crumble,

Victory will be in kindness, the 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 I believe a bright time will come,

There will be no murders, old age will disappear into the abyss!

The race will develop without edge,

The top will rush to the achievements of the lines!

And so that we can bring the time closer;

Then 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 his treacherous hands and feet did the exact opposite. Namely, they sent shells to Soviet aircraft of all types and brands. The Soviet pilots tried to get closer and start a fight... Volka, having shot more than fifty vehicles on the move, made a turn and avoided the shots and the ramming attempt (he cut off this kamikaze with short machine-gun bursts). Then the young ace"s plane shifted, and being in a combat trance, the boy fired a lot of air cannons. It greatly mowed down a number of Soviet fighters emerging from the rear.

Here Friedrich himself almost got rammed, but managed to slide into the line of fire and continue to exterminate his opponents. This time, the twin-engine "Pawns" became his victims. An aphorism flashed through the boys" heads (pawns are also not nuts, future queens!). Helga squeaked into the radio:

- Oh, dear mommy! How they press!

Friedrich, having performed an incomplete loop, cut off Soviet fighters from a great distance trying to get behind Helga. One of them was "Shopkeeper" (Lagg-5), had a big red star on the fuselage... This means a hero of the USSR. The girl herself, on an assault modification of the Fokken-Wulf, fired at the tanks of Rotmistrov"s army approaching the German positions. And at the same time she hit quite accurately, diving successfully.

Friedrich was still fighting with enemy planes, mentally thanking the supplies for the increase in ammunition. He even managed to plant a traitor terminator into a T-34-85 tank, choosing the commander"s one (this can be seen from the antennas, which, despite the dust and distance, Friedrich"s sharp eyes easily saw!).

The hatch cover was hit by three shells at once and the tank stopped...

It was also hot below, the vanguard of the Fifth Guards Tank Army had already rolled towards the SS grenadiers and parts of the Second Corps.

The first Soviet vehicles rolled into the anti-tank ditch, and their speed slowed down. The rapid-fire cannons of the Tigers-5 and Panthers-5 rained down on them. This is where the new Germans are strong: fighting at a distance; in order to gain an advantage over them, Soviet tanks had to engage in close combat. Set up a landfill... But the tactical decision was inaccurate, to tear through the open field where ditches were dug, to meet the machines waiting for the "prey". Yes, and not to fall en masse at the same time?

True, the Soviet Ils, despite significant losses, still broke through, like a small boxer diving under a giant"s jam, towards enemy tanks, causing damage, including with small bombs. True, on some "Tigers"-5 they stood on top of the net, but for many vehicles, the German infantry was forced to install protection literally on the move.

Frederick thought that if the Russians had delivered a more concentrated attack, they would have had a much higher chance of getting a "lot of money" and an advantageous close fight.

The ramming by the red pilots continued, but for example against the very nimble Salamander-3, this tactic did not bear the expected fruit. The losses of German aviation increased, as, indeed, to an even greater extent of Soviet ones. But this was no longer an unrequited battle. Many Soviet pilots had decent experience, it was not for nothing that they covered Moscow, so the Nazis suffered a lot.

Friedrich, whose instincts were incredibly sharp, 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. By the way, there was an emptiness in my head, and a lack of perception of the battle as such. The body reacted, the targets were caught, there were no misses. Several times it even got to the tanks.

And many hundreds, if not thousands of aircraft of all types flashed and flickered before our eyes. For example, Huffman on his He-362... He fights in a special way, speed, the jerk of a jet car, and debris is flying in all directions... And the Russians are not bad either... But where is Kozhedub, it"s time to cut off the power... Friedrich is moving at a minimum, now there is no need to turn, hit sparingly, but only, moving slightly from defeat..

The ammunition is running out, as is the fuel in the tanks, and impressive reinforcements are arriving from the German positions. The Salamanders, and even a few formidable Me-362s, are the first to enter the battle, followed by the rest of Hitler"s gang. Again, rolling forward... Soviet planes also begin to retreat. They are running out of fuel, and their losses have exceeded all conceivable and inconceivable limits. Friedrich returns and asks Helga:

- Everything is fine?

The girl answers:

- 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 destroyed tanks. I personally destroyed only five cars with muzzles!

Helga giggled.

- How many planes?

- Airplanes? - Numbers flashed in Friedrich"s head... - Exactly three hundred and one! New world record. What an achievement...

Helga exclaimed:

- You're just a knight! No, soon the god of destruction. The great Kali himself... Universal fighter!

Friedrich politely corrected:

- Actually, Kali is not a god, but a goddess of evil. That is, a woman, although a very revered and popular deity in Hinduism. Many temples have been built for her and prayers are offered to her.

The boy suddenly noticed that he had severely scratched his knee on the lever. And he swore:

- Damn it! It was not worth making a turn in such a heavily armed vehicle.

Helga said with concern:

- And your next flight is without me?

Friedrich readily confirmed:

- Yes, your Fokken will still be refueled and charged, but mine is already standing ready. Just don"t say it, just take care of yourself!

Helga stated decisively:

- No! My advice to you is to fight and fight as 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.

Friedrich, feeling the sharp, rough pedals of the Fokken-Wulf-4 with his bare feet, began to push the speed and sing along:

- I'm flying to battle! I will trample the creature into dust!

The battle at Krasnogvardeysk continued. In addition to the tanks of Rotmistrov"s army itself, one hundred and fifty Soviet vehicles, taken from the southern flank and the Kashirnsky region of the Soviet front, also arrived at the battlefield. True, only the first batch of cars has arrived so far. Soviet aviation also did not think of giving up, but was not yet particularly active.

Frederick set to work on the tanks, using his guns specially created for this purpose. In his opinion, the caliber 37 millimeters was still optimally suited for this purpose. For example, Rudel, with such guns, without any combat trance, destroyed, or rather, what is more fair, knocked out 534 tanks throughout the war. But there was an ordinary person, not Friedrich. The boy remembered how his father told his mother that the combined effect on the child carried in the womb, in addition to the manifestation of phenomenal abilities as puberty progresses, can turn the offspring into a psychopath...

Maybe his combat trance, and this warrior"s superpower, is also a consequence of an influence, the nature of which is unknown to him.

But here come the tanks, for the pilot their movements seem slow, and even more so for Friedrich. The young ace began to hit offhand from a horizontal plane. It just shoots and hits. Flashes of light from small explosions, hatches broken through. Many cars catch fire in this case, since the gas tanks are located in the fighting compartment. And destruction, the barrel of the T-34 flew off like the tongue of a slingshot.

Often the shells hit caused the detonation of the 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, the guards tanks moved around the ditches dug by the Soviet people.

But even here an unpleasant surprise awaited them. Two dozen "Super Ferdinands" managed to approach. They, unfortunately, had stronger driving characteristics, thanks to the use of American engines.

Soviet vehicles were walking across an open field, which meant that the legendary fighters could strike from just three kilometers away. Of course, the "Superferdinands" missed, but the high rate of fire of the 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 gain speed. But they still moved like a shaft during an eruption. And the Panthers-5 and nimble American Witches-5, high-speed tank destroyers, rushed to the aid of the Ferdinand-4.

Friedrich tried to knock out (purely subconsciously) the commanders. Even my fingers were cramped from 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-122. There could have been three more cars, but they were distracted by a raid by Soviet fighters, and most importantly attack aircraft. Friedrich began to fire a 37-millimeter air cannon and two 20-millimeter cannons (also quite devastating if you hit a light or a gas tank or an engine) using them.

There are twenty-seven aircraft in total, and there are eighteen Ilovs... Not bad, considering the importance of each tank, even those damaged in this stubborn battle... Several T-34-85s accelerated and finally broke through to close range. Now the lightly armored American "Witches"-5 burst into flames.

Friedrich saw Hans-Ulrich Rudel's attack aircraft. This long-famous ace, it seems, also decided to replace the Stuka with the stronger and faster Fokken-Wulf-5. His torch emblem is known to everyone. He asked Frederick:

- How are you doing, Angel of Death!

Terminator Boy replied:

- Things are in the Gestapo, but I have accomplishments!

Rudel assured:

- And I"m doing well! 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:

- I know for sure that everything impossible is possible! Find the diamond of the kings of the Earth in running water!

- It"s okay, I"ll catch up to thirty by the end of the day! - Rudel promised.

Return, replacement of the aircraft, and again the original Me-362, an aircraft that, apart from bullet holes on the wings, received no damage under Volka"s leadership. And of course the tank battle...

It was hot on Krasgvardeisky. Columns of the Fifth Guards Army and brigades removed from other fronts pulled up. Reinforcements also crawled up to the Germans, including a dozen American tank destroyers, the latest M-18s with 110-mm cannons. These vehicles were not inferior in destructive power to the Tiger-5 cannons, caliber 105, and even beat the T-34 better, since they were less prone to ricochet. The gun itself is also made from a converted American anti-aircraft gun, which means it is fast-firing. Only the armor is weaker than the German ones, but still 186 millimeters is enough to hold a projectile in the forehead. Moreover, the T-34-85 is often smeared while on the move.

Friedrich, still at a distance, felt the approaching tsunami of a new wave of Red Army aircraft. This means that while there is no time for the tanks, which are almost locked together tightly, it is better to let the attack aircraft take care of them. Among them, by the way, you can see very heavily armed and armored Non-329s. Both attack aircraft and tank destroyers are strong. Especially with 88-mm Ra-44 cannons, which penetrate not only the roof of the tank, but also the forehead. Only in aerial combat, this machine, to put it mildly, is not as versatile as the "work mare" Fokken-Wulf.

Among the attack aircraft, Friedrich noticed Helga's plane. Well, of course, back in action.

The terminator boy, descending slightly along the way, we will cut three tanks and a self-propelled gun-76, sang:

- We'll have a show! Simply the highest super class!

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Helga answered readily:

- Of course I believe you! I didn"t give my heart to the beast! The answer will be given to you - do you believe it or not?

Instead of answering, Friedrich began firing from a long distance from below... And then gaining altitude.

There were quite a lot of Soviet aircraft, but still fewer than the first time. The Luftwaffe pilots felt quite confident, like a first-grader who had beaten an annoying peer in an unfamiliar school and was literally overwhelmed with strength.

The Soviet pilots became more cunning, and having come under attack, they immediately split into groups, trying to pull the Germans towards themselves. Frederick attacked them, climbing the hill. For him, however, the enemy"s refusal to launch a direct attack only made the tactics easier. But other German fighters went into battle.

Friedrich noted in annoyance that the Non-362s were 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 plane, and did not have time to think about how this plane was shot down. The boy drew a moral:

- You can lose in a war, unlike in sports, once, but you can win in a war, unlike in a game, endlessly! However, only the loser"s pieces fly off the board; the winner places even previously downed combat units on the board!

However, the fight was also felt in the field. For example, Wittmann is already quite a seasoned tank ace, he fought on the Tiger. He and the gunner also missed quite often, although the tank turned around easily. Gunner Schleich barely had time to wipe the sweat from his face. This steel monster has already been hit in the forehead several times, but so far it has been a ricochet. Wittmann screamed at the top of his lungs:

- Let them closer, don"t be nervous, or...

The impressions of a participant in the battle, Deputy Chief of Staff of the 31st Tank Brigade, who recently became a Hero of the Soviet Union, Grigory Penezhko, also spoke about the human condition in those terrible conditions. ... Heavy images remained in front of my mental images... There was such a roar that the eardrums were 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 collapsed, guns twisted, armor burst, tanks exploded.

The impenetrable heavy Patton-3, they tried to take the Soviet T-34-85 almost point-blank. He snarled, the shielded armor bulged. "Witches"-4 slipped through and tried to use the maneuver themselves. As if it were a horse army of ancient knights that were about to defeat each other. Often both tanks fired point blank and blew each other up.

Shots into the gas tanks instantly set the tanks on fire. The hatches opened and the tank crews tried to get out. Grigory saw a young lieutenant, half burned, hanging on the 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 the sense of time, did not feel thirst, heat, or even blows in the cramped cabin of the tank. One thought, one desire - while you are alive, beat the enemy. Soviet tank crews, who got out of their wrecked vehicles, searched the field for enemy crews, who were also left without equipment, and beat them with pistols, grappling hand-to-hand.

An image in the style of surrealism of a captain who, in some kind of frenzy, climbed onto the armor of a damaged German Tiger-5 and hit the hatch with a machine gun in order to "smoke out" the Nazis from there. The commander of the tank company, Chertorizhsky, acted very bravely. 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's last shell pierced the roof of Grigory Penezhko's tank. The shell hit the gas tank and everything burst into flames. The flames scorched the Soviet tank crews, forcing them to jump out of the hatches. But Grigory himself, who was wounded, did not have time to jump out... He burned alive, understanding in nature what the underworld is...

Friedrich, seeing that the enemy aircraft had already wised up and was trying to fly away using a combined action, attacked the tanks himself... Indeed, the Germans had a hard time, although the most heavily armed British 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 he has to fight an entire tank army, and even more so an air army. But we have to return, fuel and ammunition are running out, for this, we take off, 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 we need!

Friedrich agreed:

- Our men are all right, but women are better!

Helga said slyly:

- A woman wins by shedding tears, a man wins by making them shed!

Friedrich, baring his teeth, remarked:

- Since we are making jokes, it means everything is not so bad today!

On the next flight you have to fly alone... Well, if that"s the case, then there"s no point in being discouraged... It"s really hot in the Fokken-Wulf with an air-cooled engine. It"s very hot, the engine, plus the sun, plus little time to cool down. Friedrich himself was even surprised how he had not yet collapsed under such a savage load. After all, it"s elementary... all the insides are eaten away...

The Soviet tanks were completely depleted... Nevertheless, reinforcements arrived to the Germans again, and almost all the attack aircraft were thrown into battle... But Rotmistrov also received reinforcements... The same tanks from another front.

But the air is much calmer, although separate batches of fighters or attack aircraft appear.

Friedrich repeats his previous proven tactics; he already knows that it 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 we can try to attack ourselves... Wittmann gloomily remarked:

- Eight tanks were knocked out... Good for one day, but bad for such a day...

The gunner corrected:

- Actually twelve...

Wittman interrupted:

- Four destroyed vehicles when the Russians climbed through a deep anti-tank ditch don"t count! It was elementary. And the ammunition needs to be replenished...

But the Soviet tanks rushed forward again when the attack aircraft especially began to get at them. In particular, Friedrich, who fired 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 how the battle was... Of course, it could have been longer... Friedrich thought, why would he fire from two cannons at the same time? And One is enough... In the meantime...

Helga met him at the airport, kissed him so hotly on his lips and whispered:

- This is the embodiment of chivalry - Don Quixote!

- What did you say? - Friedrich lost his temper.

The girl immediately corrected herself:

- Sorry little wolf... I wanted to say Lancelot!

The ace boy snapped:

- Then that"s another matter! After all, Don Quixote is a parody of a knight. A kind of ridicule of stupid chivalry and selfless nobility!

Helga agreed:

- In general, I understand this! But...

Friedrich interrupted the girl:

- On planes quickly!

Soviet tank crews and pilots seem to have made a last attempt to turn the tide of an extremely unsuccessful battle. General Gotha, as an experienced commander who had already thoroughly studied Russian tactics, was in no hurry to attack, but even leaned back slightly in order to fully exploit the advantage in firepower. And of course, in booking. This is the tactic of a tall boxer who retreats in front of a short one, works as number two, but does not allow the short 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 can easily be combined!

Well, Friedrich also has to fight with aviation... It"s also a battle, 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! This is how the Third Reich may be glorified!

Frederick answered her:

- And he is already famous! And there is no need to praise!

Helga yelled:

- And you glorify him even more!

- Will try! - Friedrich growled.

He fell back into an ultra-combat trance. Strange thoughts were spinning 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 prospects! And the Russians, finally, learned order and discipline to which even the bloody Georgian Stalin could not teach them.

Although, of course, victory is still far away... Or maybe the fighter can take it and turn it, crashing into the Fritz. Kill several dozen fascist vehicles like this and return to the USSR as a hero?

But will this help him if the war heroes who escaped from captivity are shot, and... Stalin doesn"t trust anyone at all, he said that he doesn"t have a son, Yakovlev! So he, Friedrich, can no longer go back... Especially after what he did... He could have fled to the USSR right away, when he was just given the Stuka. They would have forgiven the boy... Well, maybe they would have sent him to penal battalions, and if he had 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, why didn"t he go over to the side of the Soviets? Well, okay, he joined the Hitler Jugent when he found himself in the center of Berlin; at that time he had no other opportunity for survival. But why did he kill the commissars? He could have simply turned it off... Why did a wild beast suddenly awaken in him... Not even a beast, because animals usually kill to eat or because of hunger. Man turned murder into fun, becoming worse than a tiger...

What happened to him that murder began to bring joy, and the desire to rise in the Third Reich and make a career consumed his entire being? Who did he become? Why did he lose his sense of patriotism and affection for his people?

However, does he really have one? Here is the same General Vlasov or Boris Alekseevich Smyslovsky. Here, too, was a strange personality, who seemed to be 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. Entered 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 have no time for us. Our importance as an ally will increase, and we will have complete freedom of political action."

The boy"s head was filled with what he had read earlier on the Internet... Quite by accident, his gaze glanced over the page of the reference book - "collaborators of Nazism are a disgrace to the nation!"

True, at the same time I never collaborated with General A. A. Vlasov, since I did not share either his views or his plan of action, but I 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 the tanks, and it is already possible to return... What a bastard he is... How he has sunk... Bloody whore! The eyes immediately became wet... Salty droplets of tears flowed down the smooth boyish cheeks... How bitter, at least shoot yourself!

Upon his return, the sight of a tired but cheerful Helga immediately lifted his spirits, and he again rushed into battle... He is a warrior, after all! This means he was born to win, and whose nation is weaker, he is not friends with it!

Helga suddenly remarked:

- Why were you crying?

Friedrich shook his head:

- My eyes are already watering from fatigue! What a battle! I haven"t closed my eyes for six days now! And before that I hardly slept!

Helga consoled:

- The boiler will close and we"ll sleep a little... There"s only a little time left. Just a little before victory!

Flight on Fokken-Wulfach-4, enemy aircraft are not visible, and there is little left of the tanks. But even those that exist need to be finished off.

Helga whispers into the radio:

- Well, give them! Just like that, twisting the figure eight!

Friedrich chuckles:

- Spinning eight is better than getting six on your shoulder straps!

The girl, having hit the car in a dive, barked:

- No, it"s impossible to imagine you as a six. You show the breed of a king.

All that was left of the Fifth Guards Army were horns and legs. Now Gotha also gave the order to advance, especially since it was already evening, the time had passed well after dinner and darkness began to approach.

More than one thousand one hundred damaged and destroyed Soviet tanks remained on the battlefield, and about three hundred German tanks received some damage. Of these, approximately sixty-five cars were in no case subject to restoration.

And Friedrich, leaving his girlfriend to sleep on a cot, was still flying. This time it was redirected to suppress artillery. Rotmistov"s desperate march distracted part of the forces of Mainshein"s army, and they advanced no more than twelve kilometers during the day and evening. Night fell, but the stormtroopers were still working. The pilots just changed.

Once again Friedrich encountered U-2 night bombers. The cars flew almost close to the ground - low level flight. They would have had a chance to get through with such a disguise, but in this situation the devilish instinct of the young terminator came into play.

In addition, Friedrich suddenly became very ashamed of his tears, and he became furious... Even the boy"s gaze changed. And completely different words, a different song rushed through my head;

Anger spreads through the body like a fiery wave,

It"s impossible to understand this matter and what"s wrong with me now!

Now the underworld has revealed all the darkness in the soul,

I want palaces - my sweetheart and paradise in a hut are not enough for me!

And how it all happened, even God doesn"t know,

I became a traitorous scumbag, but for now I"m dead!

Where is this revelation from, who gave birth to it,

I draw inspiration from the cup - powerful forces!

The Devil dragged us into a net, throwing us into a vicious circle,

It just so happened that I got caught in the net!

But I will tear off the web, and I will accept God in my heart,

Just don"t curse the heavenly moon!

And I know this for sure: brothers in arms!

Oh give me a chance holy Lord,

My nature, you are treason and vileness!

I wanted flesh, to save only flesh,

And he ended up in the abyss, where wisdom fell asleep!

The fascist said: you serve us -

You will receive land, money, titles and recognition!

But if you give up your soul,

And this is the worst punishment in the world!

But I'm a weakling, I'm in trouble,

And he destroyed the living things in himself, his honor and conscience!

So be it, it's a hard fact

After all, it"s not a novel, just a story!

What should I do, way back;

There"s nothing left and now it"s at least your neck in a noose!

But the demon said, stop the mess,

Believe us, I do not accept such cowardice!

Friedrich finished this "vocal", knocking down the "ears" and then he felt extreme fatigue... And what has already blossomed, which means a new day has come, July 11th. And he"s been on his feet for seven days...

After landing, the boy barely managed to run to the bed and immediately fell off;

The dream turned out to be very tense... Friedrich dreamed that he was a student and was listening to a lecture. Moreover, the gigantic teacher tells it with such enthusiasm and fervor that you involuntarily listen. There we are talking about Russia's long-time historical enemy, the United States. It seems that his homeland has finally come up with a worthy weapon of retribution;

-You should know that the Pentagon army has deployed its best strike forces 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 land, that I was conducting peaceful research aimed at the benefit of all mankind. They did not heed my message, they measure everyone according to their dubious and selfish scale of values. These megalomaniac scum 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 clapped vigorously for him, although he did not like to acknowledge authority. Well, the mighty giant continued:

- I am not an animal or a predator, but I am capable 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 a higher nation, not under the jurisdiction of people, will face retribution. I have already given a nickel to a group of oligarchs, 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 the point. To defeat the American and NATO fleets, we need large, unlimited energy reserves, fundamentally new weapons, and we have them. To many, even the best of you, the hydrogen bomb seems like the ultimate in perfection. Many, even the best of you, assume that there are no other more powerful ways to obtain energy, with the possible exception of annihilation, which may be difficult to implement. You all know thermonuclear reactions, the fusion of hydrogen atoms and the formation of helium. Well, and other elements, including iron. Nuclear fusion has been providing light to stars for billions of years. And to many of you it seems unlikely that it is possible to carry out fundamentally new synthesis reactions: practically non-existent in nature. Many of you are full of stereotypical thoughts that if a reaction does not exist in nature, then it cannot exist in principle. What an absurd delusion, the science of supercivilizations provides a way to obtain gigantic masses of energy on a scale and in reactions that do not exist in nature. You already know the existence of quarks: mini-particles that make up elementary particles. Even your science has discovered hundreds of elementary particles. Besides 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 amazed by the diversity of quarks, which is difficult to explain in the usual logical way. Just recently, your scientists discovered particles called preons, the particles that make up quarks, and you were not able to get to them and study them properly. Well, you haven"t managed to extract even quarks from the nucleus yet. Well, what kind of energy can be obtained through their fusion or fission: immeasurable even in comparison with a thermonuclear reaction. Even with the modern, rather low level of earthly science, there are theoretical calculations that show that the smaller the particle, the more energy it extracts. This suggests that if one were able to master such energy, then one would be able to obtain an almost unlimited source of energy resources. However, not a single earthly scientist has been able to not only recreate the reaction of the fusion of microparticles, but even extract a free quark from the nucleus.

Even getting a free, unbound quark is not yet possible. What is the reason that reactions involving the rupture or fusion of ultralight particles have not yet been possible, not only to be repeated, but even to be recorded in nature. The reason lies in this: this 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, you need the energy of an atomic bomb; to explode an atomic bomb, you need ordinary explosives. In order to cause a quark fusion reaction, the reaction of an explosion of a thermonuclear charge is not enough; 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 synthesis. In thermonuclear fusion there are steps one after another, which increase in terms of energy released. A reaction that releases much more energy than a thermonuclear explosion, and which is extremely rare: the annihilation reaction. It comes from the contact of matter and antimatter. It is rare in nature, extremely rare, because there is almost no antimatter in the real world. The annihilation reaction is rare in nature; there is no intermediate step between the fusion reaction of elements and the thermonuclear reaction. The crux 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 crux of the problem turned out to be 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 safe chemical elements explode upon 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, particles go above light speed, moving away from each other. Anti matter is difficult to obtain in a simple way, by accelerating particles in accelerators. The result obtained in this way will never justify the costs. And yet, experimentally, an effective way to produce antimatter on a large scale was found. Its essence is that the probability of obtaining antimatter, like 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 from a special field and a wave of a special nature. In addition to quarks, preons, there are creons, resons, forcons, ryumons, chorodons, romons, etc. Radiation at a special telepathic level changes the structure of matter at the creon-reson level, only slightly changing, shifting the structure of the arrangement of microparticles. The discovery of special waves 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 the substance. A new type of radiation was discovered during the study of human abilities, his extraordinary abilities. We Hitlernators mastered extra abilities before other nations and peoples. New telepathic radiation penetrated through lead and even denser solid supermaterials, which in itself indicated a different system and a different range of radiation. Even with your level of science and civilization, radiation exists and has been created that exceeds the speed of light. From radioactive radiation, Alpha, Beta, Gamma, and Beta rays move slightly faster than the speed of light, and with Gamma-AS radiation, the speed of light is almost one and a half times higher. On planet Earth, the radiation of Klekon and Dare waves has already been experimentally discovered, which exceeds the speed of light twice as much. True, for now they are generated in microdoses, without even knowing about the prospects. I will say more that there is a direct connection between the speed of radiation and its ability to penetrate matter. The shorter the wavelength, the higher the penetrating power, the higher the speed of the radiation. Gamma rays only pass a centimeter of lead and are attenuated by half. For Klekon and Dare radiations, the penetrating power is even higher. Extra-range radiations, be it aura, teleportation, telekinesis, telepathy, cyberkinesis, tormokinesis, plasmakinesis, 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 penetrate and be realized in the macroworld, transferring measurements between micro-fundamental particles into the real world, the so-called rolling of space. A new type of energy will give a new weapon, emit Zet-56 rays and crush the aggressor"s armada into powder. Now I could 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 are trying to frighten us, but even if we capitulate, they are not able to refuse 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 assemble such an armada? They need an act of intimidation, an example for the whole world. Your lives depend on me too. I will teach the aggressor a lesson that he will remember for the rest of his life, and whoever remains alive will envy the dead!

At this phrase, Friedrich"s sleep was interrupted. He opened his eyes frantically. Helga stood in front of him and held a bouquet of flowers in her hands, and in the toes of her bare, girlish feet was clutched a rose, with which she tenderly tickled the boy"s bare, pink heel.

- Well, then sprinkle yourself. It's time for lunch!

Friedrich jumped up and immediately sucked in his stomach... Bah, he had eaten almost nothing for a week. I only drank fortified chocolate diluted with water. The boy looked at the sun and was surprised:

- It"s strange, I lay there for about five hours, but it seems much less. I didn"t even have time to finish listening to the most interesting lecture about new weapons!

Helga giggled.

- About new weapons? Yes, when great warriors fight, the oldest technology allows them to defeat everyone. But first, eat some fish soup. A couple of girls, your fans, were prepared especially for you. Eat and new strength will come.

Friedrich happily began to eat the fish soup, which seemed to him the most delicious dish on planet Earth. The boy emptied the pot and felt a heaviness in his stomach. But despite this, he cheerfully jumped up and rushed to the car.

- Well, Helga, let's fight again!

The girl playfully replied:

- Yes, how!

And now the reliable horse Me-362, together with the inseparable satellite Fokken-Wulf-4, is again tormenting the atmosphere with its propellers. And what about war is like war. Frederick asked Helga:

- What is your favorite pastime, other than fighting?

The girl chuckled subtly and replied:

- It"s hard to even say! Although you know. I was interested in wood carving. 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 stopped 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 almost...

Helga interrupted:

- No! Believe me, they won"t forget! I think the air army, or one of the conquered eastern cities, will be named after you. Or maybe a street in Berlin!

Friedrich laughed:

- Yes, you consoled me!

Helga added quite seriously:

- Maybe they will even approve an order in aviation 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!

Frederick also objected quite seriously:

- No, they can surpass it 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! And what can I do even this!

The conversation was interrupted, a small squadron of enemy fighters flew ahead, and then we had to take up the guns in earnest.

Despite the extreme fatigue and exhaustion of Hitler"s army, the victory at Krasnogvardeisky inspired the Krauts and the multi-tribal pack to new exploits.

The Nazis did not dare to attack Moscow, and launched an attack on the city of Pavlovsky Posad, located to the east, and the fortified areas adjacent to it.

Soviet soldiers, otherwise it could not have fought courageously, but by evening the corridor between the German wedges had narrowed so much that it was already shot right through.

Friedrich and Helga again had to take on the tanks, which were trying to counterattack and plug the gap. And then they showed themselves and it was great. The young man managed to exceed five hundred in tanks! And this is generally an ultra-class achievement!

Friedrich really felt joy that he was so cool! That he is the best warrior of all time means the class of classes! And what does it feel like for him to be taller and cooler than everyone else! Friedrich is Wolf, which means a wolf!

It was already dark, and the battle still had not died down. German columns both from the north, where the hordes of the famous Rommel were rushing, and from the south, where Mainstein Lane, besieged the city of Pavlovsky Posad. Already at midnight, Gotha tanks and, first of all, several Ferdinand-4s, burst into the outskirts of this village... But they were forced to stop. Then Gotha gave the order to bypass the most stubborn defense units. 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 No. 19.

On the morning of October 13, 1947, Friedrich fought, as always, selflessly and skillfully. His faithful flying steed was rushing for heights, 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 were moving towards the east. In Pavlovsky Posad, fighting was still in full swing; the fascist commanders quite reasonably refused to use tanks within the city limits, throwing Romanians, Italians, Arabs, Indians and other foreign units into the assault.

Friedrich took part in two or three small air skirmishes, and without difficulty, cut down about a dozen aircraft. Other targets were ground: guns, howitzers, mortars, Katyushas and, if lucky, tanks.

The latter, in other respects, did not occur often. It looks like the councils are running out of steam. By noon, when the steaminess 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 Terminator ace looked very happy and cheerful. Although Friedrich was very bitter and ashamed of his betrayal, the prospect of receiving fascist awards made the boy happy.

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, wolf boy, we defeated the Russians!

In this case, Frederick did not share the optimism at all:

- For now, this is only an intermediate success and struggle... Battles and battles are only gaining momentum. But the beginning was indeed successful...

The buildings of the regional committee of the All-Union Communist Party were chosen for the award. The huge parking lot was filled with luxury cars, mostly American made.

Indeed, puppet generals from the US Army, the British Empire, and 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 it"s just that, being pregnant, this outstanding, unique woman doesn"t want to endanger her child and the child she 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 in front of her husband? Here, in general, everything is possible and it is almost impossible to read what is on the mind of a woman as beautiful as Aphrodite and cunning as Hera...

However, Friedrich is even happy about this. It was not enough in the presence of the Fuhrer to expose himself and her to the risk of betraying their emotions, with an involuntary gesture, or an unthought-out word. After all, horned husbands, especially in the person of the ruler of half the 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 at the awards ceremony 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 highlighted the air force. 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 galloped like a horse, tapping her heels. She was presented with a knight's cross and a special fighter badge, tanks... In addition, the Fuhrer Adolf himself presented the girl with a personalized saber with diamonds, as the best woman who distinguished herself as a result of fighting in the Battle of Moscow.

Wittman received a cross with oak leaves, swords and diamonds, and the Star Knight's Cross with golden oak leaves, swords and diamonds was given to "baby" Huffman. The American ace also received an award in his usual cowboy shorts.

Friedrich was awarded last... This was quite logical, since he was the best of the best. The high award, the Great 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 the five hundred ones even had 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. The figure flashed in my memory that even the usual knight's crosses with diamonds, such orders, were awarded only twenty-seven during the entire war. Well, at this point there is less... A higher degree of award, the Knight's Cross, where silver leaves are replaced with 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 SS Guards, with a personalized weapon and a bonus of one million five hundred thousand marks (the cost of fifteen of the newest "Panthers").

The signature weapon was the same as the saber given to Helga, made of Damascus steel, with a hilt beautifully decorated with diamonds and emeralds.

Frederick could not resist the temptation and swung a weapon worthy of a Sultan several times. The handle was comfortable, and the saber was perfectly balanced, and seemed light for a strong boy"s hand.

Next came the speech of the American General Mankurt, who went down in history as the author of the popular expression: my country may be wrong, but this is my country!

In addition, this commander became famous for his monstrous cruelty, including towards prisoners of war.

Mankurt said harshly:

- Russian barbarians seized a lot of land, creating one huge barracks in which eternal chaos reigns. How long will their terrorist regime torment a sixth of humanity? The peoples of Russia are waiting for liberation and the arrival of the army of free Europe and the United States on their land. 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 infection. The Lord God and the heavenly army are with us. Forward for victory!

Following him, the Englishman spoke and after which the Fuhrer interrupted the official part of the ceremony, announcing the start of the ball. Immediately a lot of girls and women appeared ready to pair up with the famous heroes.

Friedrich wanted to choose Helga as a partner, but she unexpectedly refused - saying that custom does not dictate dancing with partners, or partners in combat weapons. Well, the boy chose another lady, especially since all the women here are beautiful - apparently they chose him on purpose. Friedrich smiled and danced lightly, but the boy"s thoughts were about something else.

So he received a high order and is already a major field marshal... His career is on the rise, and in terms of the number of downed planes and damaged tanks he has no equal in the world! Everything seems to be fine, but for some reason cats are scratching at my soul... But if you take famous figures, for example Robert Artrois, a prince of the blood from the royal branch of the Capetians. After all, he fought against his homeland France and did not suffer much, although he had the blood of his compatriots on his hands.

And hundreds of thousands of Russians are fighting on the side of the Nazis. Even Grand Duke Kirill Romanov officially declared his support for the eastern campaign and the liberation of his homeland from the Bolsheviks. The Romanovs are for the Nazis and the Western countries behind them.

Well, if the famous princes, and the Third Reich, are against Stalin, then why should Friedrich suffer? Moreover, it is possible that it is not his ancestors who live in the USSR. Well, let's think logically... After all, the course of history has already changed dramatically. Now the world will never become different, so the Moscow battle was lost by the Soviets... What does this mean? And the fact is 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 mom and dad weren"t even born in 1947... This means that the likelihood of two grandfathers and two grandmothers meeting will be even less!

Plus, from the point of view of a set of genes, each child is unique and purely individual. This means that if the moment of conception changes by at least 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 even outwardly dissimilar boy.

That is, the intervention of a person who finds himself 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 have simply disappeared! And he, and his brother, and possibly his parents and others.

But since the young ace is alive, and strong, and healthy like no one else 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, Friedrich, does not kill his ancestors, not his own 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 those from various science fiction series, who in the past uses the knowledge of the present, and is also endowed with incredible power by providence. 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 Jugent, then to the Third Reich, he must make every effort to make a career. It"s good to be a major field marshal at fourteen, boyish years old, but at twenty it"s better to be a full-fledged general, or even a field marshal. And who knows, maybe the Third Reich will finally digest America, and then his son will become the first World Dictator!

Then suddenly someone the young man least expected to see appeared: Evgenia Porsche... Tall, beautiful, strong, even somewhat rustic and surprisingly non-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 transparent and not hiding the charms of her graceful, although not small, legs.

Because of the high heels, the already tall girl seemed almost like a giantess. Friedrich himself, an ordinary and even smaller teenager for his age, was shorter than her, about twenty-three, twenty-five centimeters, and taking into account the heels, even more...

Friedrich was even embarrassed, what if he never grew bigger than this six-pound girl (whom her father, Porsche, was like, he"s not a giant, although it"s not known what kind of mother she was, and who climbed under her skirt!), would be taller always rise above him. Yes, it"s better that she walked barefoot, like last time...

Evgenia, however, looked at the young ace with admiration, and stretched out her hands and kissed him on the lips:

- You are my knight! The light is not earthly!

Friedrich was confused:

- Yes I....

Evgenia interrupted:

- No words needed! You deserve the praise. And not only as a pilot... - The tycoon"s daughter shook her hair. - Just think, you have a fantastic gift as an engineer and designer. Offer such ideas... Genius! Above is Leonardo Davinci.

Friedrich joked:

- 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 she looked too big for Volka... And the perfume smelled intoxicating... Looking at the neckline of her luxurious breasts, he felt a desire that was quite natural 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, let alone demonstrate, jealousy, and that 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, provided he has better physical characteristics than her husband. Evgenia, however, quite seriously asked the boy:

- Where did you study that you know so well the principles of controlling tanks and self-propelled guns, inventing such Know-How?

Friedrich could not and did not want to tell the truth, and to an unfamiliar girl, even if her father was a tycoon, one of the top ten richest people of 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! You don"t have to sit at your desk to create something useful...

Evgenia nodded:

- Yes, I, too, am 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 his wolf teeth, confirmed:

- Yes, you don"t look like a rat at all, and not just a rat! Most likely, even you can be compared...

Evgenia warned:

- Just don"t compare it to a cow! This is a rather vile hint!

Frederick remarked philosophically:

- Whoever bullies something that is irrelevant gets the rank of a goat! So... Our market is stupid.

- Is bazaar slang? - Evgenia guessed. - In general, German speech seems to be correct, but somehow... Too correct, precisely placed accents, clear words, tension in speech... And there is no accent, but you feel something not quite native in this correctness...

Friedrich did not show that he was worried:

- So what of this? Maybe you suspect that I am a Soviet spy, and that the Russians sacrificed twenty thousand, along with the American ones and half a thousand of their countless aircraft, to infiltrate me into the top of the Third Reich?

Evgenia shook her head:

- No, I do not think so! This was too much, even for the Russians. Although there is a well-known saying: you cannot understand Russia with your mind. But it seems different to me, maybe you are, how can I say... A product of SS genetic engineering. Some kind of man of the future? 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 as a warrior... This is so...

Instead of answering, Friedrich bowed his head to his tall girlfriend and kissed her passionately on her lush lips. Then he said:

- Don't worry about your beautiful head. If you are afraid that you will get defective children from me, then believe me, this is not so! Actually, maybe we'll change the topic of conversation.

Evgeniya agreed:

-Yes, it"s better to change! Let's 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 a cannon of 88 mm El 100 or shorter but armor-piercing, and frontal sloping armor of at least 250 mm and a heavy "Royal Tiger" with a 105 mm El100 caliber gun, with frontal armor of at least 300... Moreover, the weight of the first tank is no more than fifty tons, and the second 65.

Friedrich snorted contemptuously, like a lion before a gopher:

- Isn"t something like this real? Especially considering that it has become much easier for you with scarce materials, and Allied bombers do not devastate the lands of the Third Reich!

Evgenia answered with a sigh:

- In principle, it"s possible, but we didn"t have time, or rather we don"t have time to make a prototype in metal in the required 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:

- Quite a bit, especially if the model is fundamentally new... It"s like the popular saying: if you drive, you"ll end up in a ravine!

Friedrich thought: of course there are problems here... For example, Soviet designers struggled for so many years with the creation of the IS-10 tank, or for two whole years they tinkered with the T-54. Moreover, this tank was designed after the war, and having experience in the battles of World War II. In addition, it was not a fundamentally new model, but only a further evolution of the T-34. For example, the T-44 turned out to be not entirely successful and was practically not used in combat... So you shouldn"t expect any special miracles.

The Tiger tank, given the Germans" lack of experience in creating vehicles 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 chassis allows it to carry not only a 88-mm cannon, but even a 128-mm one, or a 150-mm howitzer...

Evgenia giggled:

- But that"s exactly what we do! However, Porsche already has its own "Royal Tiger", albeit with 88-mm caliber guns. But maybe this one will do as an intermediate model. The initial requirement for armor of 250 millimeters was fulfilled in it, although the weight is quite large - 63 tons. But the turret with a very large angle of rational inclination of the armor, elegant and streamlined... It may be possible to win the 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. After all, for a breakthrough vehicle, it is very important to have good side protection, which, unfortunately, the Panther could not boast of for a very long time.

Friedrich remarked:

- Maybe we won"t touch the topic of tanks for now... Or rather, let"s finish discussing it. We are like old professors or young guys and girls.

Evgeniya agreed:

- You're right, as always, let's talk about something more secular. For example, about the British royal house.

Friedrich winced:

- What a topic! Let the time come, there will be nothing left of the Winsors. Or do you think, having captured Moscow, our tanks will not be able to crush London, which has already been captured?

Evgenia flashed her teeth:

- Well, of course they can!

After the ball, there followed a noble dinner with luxurious dishes, 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 extremely convincingly proved the opposite for several hours. Well, Friedrich, of course, didn"t lose face either. 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 how he climbed rough walls, clinging to the slightest crack or gap with his fingers and toes. The boy entered the palace, where a fierce battle began...

The young ninja, as usual, chopped, stabbed, and blew the heads off his enemies... The dream was too chaotic, too much blood, chopping, and little meaning. Plus there are bare-legged girls with swords jumping everywhere... In short...

I managed to sleep no more than three or four hours... Friedrich was woken up by the 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, he was not called in vain... Army General Rokossovsky received an order from Stalin, without waiting for the full concentration of forces, to deliver an undermining blow to 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 to attack Voronezh. So there was a chance to perform a low kick on the extended flank of the German troops, exhausted from previous battles.

Friedrich was forced to board a Fokken-Wulf, not an assault modification, but a regular 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 so effective in fighting tanks. True, he still had ten bombs in the fuselage...

It was also hot in the sky, Soviet attack aircraft and Yaki-9 fighters appeared. The latter vehicles, however, due to their weak protection and survivability, were also vulnerable at long range to 20-mm caliber guns. Friedrich first hit the fighters on the horns, which, of course, got ahead of the slower Ilas. Four aircraft cannons, that"s strength... The first two dozen yaks scattered, even without any cunning approaches to the tail.

Friedrich did not spin, did not maneuver, he simply slightly shifted the air cannons and vibrated the body of his massive machine.

Twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven... Without a miss, on the daring Yaks, which, while suffering losses, nevertheless do not turn off, but even try to gain speed... Friedrich was even somewhat surprised at why, in Soviet military literature, this glorious Fokken machine was so belittled -Wulf. Yes, it performs a full turn in 22 seconds versus 19 for the Yak (and in the lightweight version, the Yak can even do it in 17 seconds!). But Friedrich doesn"t need to maneuver; he simply slows down and flies towards them. In one second you can actually hit seven or eight cars.

Time flowed terribly slowly for Friedrich in a state of combat trance, and he had time to think and unload his ammunition. In principle, it is generally accepted that even the most skilled ace, including even such phenomena as Rudel, is not able to seriously influence the course of the war. In real history, six of the 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 more than a person is fraught with danger... 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 guardsmen who shot down more than five planes... Only again this did not help, because Volka knew where to hit and how... Like a hunter using a machine gun to shoot down a flock of geese. That"s exactly the flock, in one burst, intuitively, by instinct, determining and directing the movements of the barrel to the desired target, when not a single bullet flies past. The geese, and in this case Soviet planes, are shot down, and where the cockpits are broken, and the pilots are shot down, they fly straight for some time. But some of their wings are losing...

Friedrich remembered here films about sharp-shooting American cowboys, and the famous film starring DiCaprio - "Fast but Dead!" But in those days, US cowboys did not know automatic machine guns or rapid-fire air cannons. Otherwise, they would have realized what a weapon this is simply monstrous in terms of destructive power.

The yaks in the near future ended and Friedrich moved to Ily. Here it is best to attack them from above, or from the rear hemisphere. Moreover, it would be optimal, too, without shortening 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 a second seat was installed in it, it became more difficult for the shooter defending the rear hemisphere to shoot down such a machine for a novice, but then... Of course, the aerodynamics of this aircraft worsened. This means it will be even easier with them...

It would have been more logical for Ilam to scatter in different directions, but the system... In short, it began with the beating of the legendary stormtroopers. However, the nimble Salamander-3 had already arrived. They also took up the mud...

Friedrich even thought that they could get ahead of him, having met the Yaks while still approaching... Although, who knows... Luftwaffe pilots are not brave Russian warriors, and usually they do not enter battle outnumbered, but maybe except in cases where too serious a threat is created to the ground forces .

Friedrich, however, also has no problems... Hit the rear armored hemisphere with cannons, or cover the wings - the result is the same. And how these cars then fall down, they even leave a mark in the air... Like stripes on the back of a beaten slave.

Friedrich knocked down thirty-seven silts and also grabbed two "Pawns". One hundred again, although the previous record of one hundred and one has not been broken. The enemy just has some planes left. Now all they have to do is drop the bombs and they will return.

Soviet tanks were now going on the attack, without the support of aviation, and especially artillery. Attack aircraft and bombers attacked them. Fortunately for the Soviet tank crews, they could use the driving characteristics of the vehicles. But the number of aircraft of all types was increasing.

Friedrich dropped all his bombs and turned towards the airfield. However, he managed to see Rudel's Fokken-Wulf-4, the famous tank destroyer.

The young ace returned to his "home" airfield, where the Pegasus Terminator Me-362 was waiting for him.

Friedrich, having landed the Fokken-Wulf, shouted to the neighboring pilot:

- Anyone who has the audacity to claim that the F -490 is a bad fighter is lying. There are no bad planes, only bad pilots.

The next sortie was reduced solely to fighting tanks. While the Germans had not yet managed to bring out a powerful armored fist to meet them, they attacked with 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 in a somewhat inhuman way, and grenades even more so.

But the attack of the Soviet units was running out of steam. Fascist attack aircraft in particular used numerous small bombs with shaped charges, an idea copied from Soviet designers, but with more skillful implementation. But the Soviet tank crews did not receive the order to hang the net from above.

And Friedrich simply fired air cannons at the roofs. This is the simplest tactic. Break through the tower hatch and your victory. And how many cars can you knock over like this if you hit them from a horizontal plane...

But a tank"s speed doesn"t help if a 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...

Now the number of destroyed tanks has exceeded fifty, so that Rudel is resting... But I had to digress. "Ears" appeared on the side. Six of them were shot down, and let the rest destroy the Salamanders. In general, letting these corn workers go into battle during the day is pure suicide.

Tanks are more important...

Return... Flight on Fokken-Wulf 4, and Helga next to him.

The girl asked him:

- Well, what did you like about Evgenia?

Friedrich snorted contemptuously into the radio:

- Why were you jealous?

The girl giggled:

- Of course not! We are free, and not married. Just wondering who is better in bed, me or her!

Frederick answered warmly:

- Of course, you! You are not so big, and much more nimble!

Helga laughed cheerfully.

- I didn"t expect anything else from you! But of course the best... Ugh, she's 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 are just around the corner for you!

The fight showed that the boy was probably right. Helga confidently hammered at the tanks. Apparently she wanted to prove that a warrior can be tougher than a warrior. Although, of course, she cannot compare 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. "Panther"-5 also turned out to be problematic... Its long-barreled rapid-fire gun and impenetrable frontal armor... It seems that endurance 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 the return and departure, the attack on the tanks...

It"s already past noon, it"s getting dark... The counterattack of the Red Army has fizzled out. He and Helga were redirected to support a group of German armies moving towards Ryazan. At the same time, they tried to squeeze Vatutin"s soldiers in the cauldron...

The Germans are still advancing slowly to the east. Here they are hampered by the resilience of the Soviet troops and the defensive lines of the Steppe Front, even if not as dense as on the approaches to Moscow.

However, Hitler"s troops received more room for maneuver, and Hoth tried to bypass the main defense nodes in such columns. In some places the advance of German units accelerated...

Frederick asked Helga:

- Aren"t you tired, girl of my dreams?

The blonde warrior replied:

- A joyful mood drives away fatigue, better than whipping cows! Although fatigue comes out with bloody pus instead of milk!

Friedrich agreed:

- You can"t argue against the truth here!

At night, the young man continued to fly, despite the fact that clouds rolled into the sky and rain poured down. According to German military doctrine, aviation was used to suppress defenses at the front line... And unlike in 1941, the Luftwaffe had plenty of aircraft thanks to the help of Pindostan.

Friedrich was now attacking bunkers, or even smaller targets... At night, the battle did not subside, and the Soviet troops launched counterattacks. Even though they are small and rather chaotic, they are no less valiant...

At night, apart from the U-2 squadron, no air targets were encountered. And the bunkers were bombed... Lightly.

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, great knight, are we pressing on the enemies?

Friedrich answered cheerfully:

- The homeless people are pushing at the beer stall, and we are winning. And how we win...

The town of Elektrostal itself was fairly fortified. In addition to army units, two fresh divisions of the NKVD also took part 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, envelop them in pincers...

Here, of course, air support plays a significant role, especially if the neck stretches.

Helga, as 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 again in Mainstein"s army, but in the West the most popular Rommel is better known. Since during the battle the young man acted more in a trance, led by a hellish spirit, why shouldn"t he remember the glorious exploits of this commander. Moreover, it is much more pleasant to remember the beaten Englishmen than the defeated Russians!

Rommel, having reached the Marret Line, realized that he was in Napoleonic "central position" between two enemy armies and could now, having delivered 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 the achievements. Only he didn"t hold them back. Hitler in this regard is even worse... But in principle it is possible to compare the Fuhrer with Napoleon!

The talented commander Rommel also realized something else: the Americans and French had marched far east into central Tunisia and held the Eastern Dorsal Gorges at Fondouk, Faid and Gafsa, covering the Western Dorsal Gorges 60-70 miles to the west.

It turned out that if the Italo-German forces captured Faid and Gafsa and then moved west past Feriana and Kasserine, they could go straight to the huge American supply base and their headquarters at Tebessa. In Tebessa, the Italo-German troops found themselves far to the west of the Allied line in Tunisia and almost at their very communications. If Rommel had then turned his tanks and pointed them north towards the sea, a hundred miles away, the Germans could have cut off the entire Allied army in Tunisia or forced it to Algeria.

Friedrich"s thoughts were interrupted by the appearance of two Laggs bursting out from behind the clouds... These were consumed... And then well-aimed shots at the guns... Only he can shoot like that... Four more Yaks... and there are them right there... And now fire at the Katyusha... So that fragments fly in all directions... Another rocket launcher... So Helga is trying from the side. Shouts to him:

- Hero, let"s thrust it harder!

. CHAPTER No. 20.

The mission of Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova in a parallel world is not over yet.

The Germans were advancing in the direction of the city of Gorky. They surrounded him completely. A boy and a girl defended this big city.

Completely surrounded, Moscow was gasping for breath. The Nazis have already broken through to the Kremlin in some places. The position of the capital of the USSR was almost hopeless. The shells of the Moscow garrison were coming to an end. And with the fall of the capital, it would have been a different war.

Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova fought for the city on the Volga.

The boy and girl are in a fighting mood as always.

They fire and sing:

Pioneers don't give up

They are not afraid of torture...

They fight like eagles

Sending the Krauts to hell!

There are many heroes among them,

Lots of crazy guys...

If necessary, walk in formation -

Charging the machine!

And so a boy who looked about twelve years old, but in fact a seasoned veteran who had been around for many years, Oleg Rybachenko gave a burst, mowing down the fascists.

And then he throws a grenade at the enemy with his bare foot.

And he will scatter the Krauts in all directions.

After which the boy will sing:

- I am a Russian warrior on the knees of savages,

I will sweep away the enemies of Russia from the face of the earth!

Margarita, this girl-hero, also throws a killer gift of death with her bare foot. He will knock out a lot of Nazis and tweet:

- For Great Rus'!

And he burst out laughing again.

A boy and a girl fight heroically. Although the war is almost lost. The Germans had already besieged Orenburg, and squeezed the Red Army everywhere they could.

More precisely, Orenburg has long been taken. There is only one castle still standing there. The Nazis had already surrounded Ufa.

Moreover, their troops from the south are already approaching Kazan. The situation is more than critical.

And the situation is further aggravated by the fact that samurai are coming from the east and in Central Asia they have already united with the Germans.

But the brave child victims fight. They believe in their victory. Or at least they are ready to die with their heads held high. However, how is this death? They are immortal!

And they remain children for many years. And somewhere there are other worlds and missions.

Oleg fires another shot. Then he throws a grenade with his bare toes and sings:

- Stalin will be with us forever!

Margarita glanced at the Fritzes and squeaked:

- God forbid! This cannibal is coming to us!

And the girl, in anger, threw a grenade with her bare foot.

Oleg Rybachenko noted quite logically:

- We are all cannibals to some extent!

And the boy threw the gift of death with his bare toes.

Margarita agreed with this:

- To some extent, yes!

And she also launched a killer weapon with her bare foot, causing two German cars to collide together.

Oleg Rybachenko fired and thought that the situation of the USSR was, perhaps, already hopeless and there was no particular point in waging war. This is why they kill people in vain.

The boy threw two grenades with his bare foot. Hit the caterpillar, German tanks of the "E" series collided together.

The Terminator child sang:

- When the time comes,

We will fight bravely!

Rising fighters in the morning -

And fight valiantly!

The boy was actually ready to destroy any army in a couple of minutes.

Margarita also threw the barefoot gift of death and squeaked:

- For Great Rus'!

Children are such brave warriors that no one can trample against them. They are such tough fighters.

The boy and girl are in wild excitement as always. And with them courage, honor and courage. They fight against the fascists like titans. And it"s clear that the enemy will not pass where they stand like a rock. Maybe even something stronger than rock and monolith.

Margarita, firing, said:

-We will be champions of the planet,

We are giants of high school!

And the girl will again launch the gift of death with her barefoot, chiseled foot. And she crushed the enemy.

This girl is so cool, you won"t be able to use anything against her.

Since there is no method against scrap. Although, this is not a crowbar, but something even more lethal and cool.

Oleg Rybachenko, firing, croaked:

- I"m not a boy, I"m a super boy and I"ll be taller than everyone else in the world!

And again, as if he were throwing a destructive bolt of explosives with his bare foot. And again two German tanks collide together.

The young warrior is very militant. But he feels that he can"t break the butt here with a whip. Although there are no hopeless situations, just like there are no invincible opponents.

The boy remembered how he came up with ditties for the presidential elections in Belarus:

It"s not interesting to listen to nonsense for the sixth time,

And I don"t understand how much to believe the "father"!

Lukashenko promised to build paradise -

But together with light, we go into 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?

And Stalin is also a dictator and in this universe he is gradually starting a war to defeat...

The heroic children fought for another three days. Meanwhile, the Nazis surrounded Kazan and took Ufa.

Fighting already took 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 shelling from Sturmlevs, Sturmtigers, bombings and huge cannons.

Stalin himself, of course, is still in Sverdlovsk. And the situation of the USSR looks almost hopeless. But the Red Banner is still flying over the capital of Russia, which means not all is lost!

People believe that a turning point is about to come!

Natasha chops the Arab in half. He throws a disc with his bare foot and squeaks:

- Glory to the immortal Fatherland! Hitler can't break us!

Zoya also slashed at the fascist with two sabers and chirped:

- No, don't break us!

After which her bare foot threw a murderous disk at the Nazis.

And a couple of black fighters fell from the destroyed Kremlin wall.

Next, Aurora fired. She shot rarely, but accurately. And then she used her sabers. And stars and sharp thin swastikas flew from her bare toes.

And here Svetlana will throw a sharp disc with her bare leg and rip the Fritz into pieces. Then he will sing:

- Kolovrat, Evpatiy Kolovrat - defender of the Fatherland, Perun"s soldier!

Kolovrat! Evpatiy Kolovrat! The Heroes of Rus' are ringing the alarm!

All four of us are fighting here. Almost all of Moscow has already been taken, and ammunition supplies have come to an end. Both 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 fight. Like heroes. And despite December they are barefoot and wearing only a bikini. But they don't feel the cold. On the contrary, their energy only increases.

And sharp, very flat disks fly off from my bare toes. Which are tearing apart the foreign troops of the Wehrmacht.

The warriors fight like heroes of war. And with a minimum of clothing. Such beauties are not embarrassed by either the huge tanks of the E and AG series, or 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 her sword, threw a disk with her bare foot, cutting off the Nazis and sang:

- How good it is to live in the Soviet country,

And how wonderful it is to crush the Wehrmacht!

Zoya, running the mill with sabers, remarked:

- The Wehrmacht has become painfully strong! Now we are already defending the Kremlin!

And the girl threw a star with her bare toes, striking the Krauts.

Then she sang:

- This is a wild hunt for enemies!

And then there"s Aurora in battle. What a red-haired and cool girl. In the winter wind, her copper-red hair flutters like a battle flag. No, such a girl will not bend to anyone.

And from the throw of her bare foot, a sharp disk cutting flesh and blood flies.

He cuts the bodies of opponents. And Aurora shouts:

- I'm a super class girl!

How does Svetlana look in battle?

This blonde terminator is simply a diabolical fire and a tornado of annihilation.

And also a murderous surprise flies from her bare feet. And the girl is at full throttle in the fight.

All four are 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!

The warriors hold the defense area. But the Kremlin is big and it cannot resist everywhere. The forces are very unequal.

Natasha remarked with annoyance:

- We kill, not win!

And the girl again threw a killer charge with her bare foot.

Zoya logically remarked as she cut down her enemy:

- You can"t win everything... Unless in a computer game!

And the girl with golden hair threw the death disk again.

Aurora, cutting her opponents with 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 up Nazis fall.

And then Svetlana in battle. Cuts the fascists with his throws. And he acts with extreme, or even infinite dexterity. Her bare feet are so nimble. And they demonstrate terrible destruction.

And then the girl sings:

- Glory to the Fatherland and new worlds!

And again the surprise of death flies from her bare feet.

And here Natasha is in battle again. And he chops down the Krauts, rushing like a comet. And screams at the top of his lungs:

- Glory to the greatest Fatherland!

And her swords fly up like a lawnmower.

And the girl even starts singing:

- Glory to Russia forever,

Our dream will come true!

And the girl gave a sharp boomerang with her bare heel. And he twisted around and cut off a dozen black and dark heads.

Of course, it was not the Germans who killed the girls, but the colonial units that were used against them. But even this makes it even cooler for the warriors.

They are sparkling and playful.

Natasha cuts down her enemies again. And she throws something like that with her bare feet.

And it will roar:

- Stalin and glory!

And then Zoya. The same as releasing something murderous. And her bare toes spit out the message of death.

And the warrior roars:

- It"s not scary to die for a Motherland like ours!

And then Aurora will also take it and enter the battle. And he will also launch a boomerang with his bare feet. And will reshape the enemies.

After which he sings:

- For Soviet Rus'! What will rule over the universe!

And then in the battle Svetlana. Also a girl who cannot be stopped or slowed down. This is how it beats. I just can"t save you from such a warrior!

And with her bare feet she throws murderous packages. And she kills her enemies without any pity.

Although later Yarila can pray for them. Or maybe Perun. The kingdom of Chernobog awaits them after death for sinners! But it"s even interesting in its own way - wars go on all the time! And so many fights! So maybe we shouldn"t mourn the fate of sinners too bitterly?

Svetlana even felt a little funny: you can"t envy Christians - they will be deprived of many joys in eternity. Even what they had on planet Earth.

Eh, miserable sinners! And even more unfortunate righteous people!

And the girl again throws the gift of death with her chiseled, bare foot. Then he says:

- The world will be ours! Glory to Russia!

Natasha made a triple butterfly with her swords and chirped:

- May there be eternal glory to great Russia!

And her bare feet will throw something murderous and unique. After which the girl"s bare heel hit the black man"s forehead, knocking him and five other Arabs off the wall.

Next in the battle is Zoya. Nothing can stop her. She fights Hitler's hordes. And runs a triple mill. The soldiers cut down by her fall.

After which the girl says:

- Eternal Rus' will be with Svarog!

And winks at his partners.

Next in the battle is Aurora. She rushed like a panther. She cut everyone off. And with her bare feet she launched the gift of death. She cut down a lot of fascists and sang:

- For the highest form of the Fatherland!

And then Svetlana entered the battle. How she cuts down her enemies. And he acts very dashingly.

After which the gift of death flies from her bare feet. And he cuts off the Nazis thoroughly, like a barber"s razor.

And the girl squeals:

- My age and my truth! Glory to Great Russia!

Yes, this four fights truly heroically. But four barefoot and almost naked beauties are unable to win the Second World War. And so Moscow fell.

The girls broke out of the captured capital, using both their swords and the cloak of invisibility.

They are generally capable of a lot. Girls of the highest rank, you won't find them taller or more beautiful.

And Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova left the captured city of Gorky.

The Nazis, alas, achieved success almost everywhere.

The boy and girl walked away and threw needles with their bare feet, exterminating the Krauts.

Oleg Rybachenko sang:

- No, the vigilant one will not fade,

The look of a falcon, an eagle...

The voice of the people is clear -

The whisper will be crushed by the snake!

I believe the whole world will wake up -

There will be an end to fascism...

And the Sun will shine -

The path illuminating communism!

Margarita threw several needles with the toes of her bare feet and confirmed:

- No, it won"t fade!

And she fired a burst from a machine gun, mowing down two dozen fascists.

These are the kind of children. Cool, 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 storm Kazan. This is already the last Soviet city on the Volga. The resistance is heroic, but there is an increasing feeling of hopelessness.

The Nazis had more advanced pyramidal tanks from the AG series, which no Soviet weapon could penetrate. And this, I must say, is very bad.

Only when the bare feet of a boy and girls throw grenades on the tracks do the German monsters collide. But what can just one couple do when almost the whole world is against the USSR!

Oleg Rybachenko threw a grenade with his bare foot, pushed the AG-50 and AG-75 heads together, and then said:

- If the fortress is on the way,

The enemy has built...

We need to go around from the rear -

Take her without shooting!

Margarita agreed with this:

- Deception in war is a big deal! Especially if the forces are unequal!

Oleg Rybachenko noted:

- And I played the Entente strategy. With equal weapons, he destroyed one hundred and fourteen million enemy soldiers, and he himself lost only zero. This means that through tactics you can actually fight against the whole world!

Margarita agreed with this:

- Quite possible! And fight and win!

Oleg Rybachenko threw the needle legs with his bare fingers. He killed three dozen fascists and said:

- We will win in the name of Holy Russia!

The boy and girl continued their run... Alas, the forces are really too unequal.

Kazan was destroyed by all types of weapons. Stalin ordered her to be held until 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. 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 moved towards Sverdlovsk.

Stalin's headquarters was located there. And samurai came from the east. The Japanese are also strong.

Their warriors are especially dangerous - ninja girls. Despite the Siberian winter, they rush through the snow barefoot, while they themselves are wearing only 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.

These are the most beautiful killers. They work with one sword and throw thin disks or chakras at the infantry. And ninjas throw explosives against the tanks - they are only the size of a pea, but the heaviest Soviet tanks fly high into the air and tear them to pieces.

Even the formidable IS-7 is no obstacle for ninja girls. They are warriors of such a high order that even the guards are powerless against them.

Here is a ninja girl with blue hair, with her bare toes she threw a pea and three Soviet tanks at once, flew high up, and exploded into parts.

And then there"s a girl with yellow hair and her bare foot, throwing a pea. And again, Soviet cars fly in different directions and are smashed to pieces. Let"s face it, these are the kind of warriors here - even the bravest knight would be intimidated in front of them.

And here is a ninja girl with red hair in battle. Just like throwing a killer pea with your bare feet. And from its 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 soldiers of the Red Army. He will cut them apart and sing:

- I'm not a pathetic bug, a ninja, but not a turtle!

Once again, all four girls are killers in battle.

The Red Army is losing the war on all fronts. But he still tries to fight.

Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova wander through the winter snow. They are poor barefoot children. For immortal bodies, frost is not so bad. These supermen cannot get sick or catch a cold or frostbite. But still, when you approach the Urals, the frost is unpleasant and bites the bare heels of children.

Oleg sadly remarked:

- You don"t know what"s worse - cold and hunger, or the realization that your sacred Motherland 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 can"t get any worse! In general, why is the Third Reich usually more successful in parallel universes than in ours?

Margarita made a logical assumption:

- Because the fascists are very strong and organized. And we were 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 stupidly got into the trap!

Margarita cooed:

- Trying not to get into trouble,

In order not to get confused and get lost...

It would be necessary to collect a nickel for a penny,

And rather, be born again!

The children along the way attacked a detachment of fascists. More than a hundred soldiers were killed. One was left captive. Margarita forced the young man to kiss her very elastic soles, red from the cold. He did it obediently. And he said that the Germans were already approaching Sverdlovsk and were surrounding it.

Oleg noted:

- It"s strange that you and I, Margot, are faster, but somehow we move like ordinary people or even slower!

Margarita agreed:

- Caught in a wave of defeat! Apparently in this universe everyone is against the USSR. Even nature and space!

Oleg then suggested:

- What if it"s trivial for us to kill Hitler?

Margarita shook her head negatively:

- The hyperwitch did not give us such an order! So let's do without amateur performances. Besides, what will this do?

Oleg Rybachenko confidently answered:

- Quite a lot! Moreover, Fuhrer, this is the Fuhrer in Africa too!

Margarita suggested:

- Let's fight at the front for now, and then we'll see about Hitler! As they say - hurry up without rushing!

Oleg sang:

- Speed is good, don"t break the chisel... The man is not a woodpecker, and hastily gone crazy!

The boy and girl ran with all their might. And we managed to reach Sverdlovsk. And they began to defend the city stormed by the Nazis.

The attacks followed one after another.

The children were barefoot. Margarita is in a tunic, and Oleg Rybachenko is just a boy in shorts. But they fought like real and unbending heroes.

Oleg threw the needle with his bare toes, pierced the Fritz in the throat and chirped:

- We will not give up an inch of land!

Margarita threw a grenade with her bare foot and squeaked:

-Not a drop, not an inch, not a centimeter!

A boy and a girl fought in the cold. And there were other pioneers with them. And many are also barefoot, despite the wild cold. And if the immortal children are not afraid of the wild frost, at least they cannot harm them, then it is quite dangerous for ordinary children.

Here is one barefoot pioneer, whose even his fingers were blue from the cold, his teeth caught a cold, 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 them under a Nazi tank, and he himself falls, hit by a machine-gun burst.

This is a brave boy...

Or a girl, whose bare feet glow like scarlet poppies, pushes a mine under the tracks of German mastodons. She dies herself, screaming:

- 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 are not so pleased to be half naked in severe frosts. 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:

- Snow won't stop us! The frost will not defeat us! We are the pioneers of the Krauts! The fascist will be beaten hard!

Children fight well! But the forces are too unequal. Stalin fled from surrounded Sverdlovsk to Novosibirsk. However, the Japanese are already approaching this city from the east. They are somehow not afraid even of the frost of Siberia.

May the war come to an end.

But the pioneers do not give up. And even in difficult times, children sing bravely;

We are pioneers, children of communism -

A fire, a tent and a ringing horn!

The invasion of damned fascism -

Which awaits a furious defeat!

What did we lose in these battles?

Or did you acquire it in battles with the enemy?

We used to be just children of the world -

And now the warriors of the Motherland!

But Hitler took a step towards our capital,

The waterfall dropped countless bombs!

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, alas, small in stature!

But the sword is 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 among three!

Let the police meanly aim at the back,

But the Holy God will punish them fiercely!

What we decided? do the work of peace -

And for that, alas, I had to shoot!

The calm is already hateful.

There is also violence and grace!

The girl and I are running barefoot together -

Even though snow has fallen, it burns a snowdrift like coal!

But they have no fear, children know -

The fascist will be driven into the coffin with a bullet!

So they killed a vile company of Krauts,

And the rest of the cowards are running!

We destroy infantry like a scythe in battle -

Young summers are not a hindrance to us!

Victory is an achievement, will be in May,

Now the snowstorm is prickly, hard snow!

The boy is barefoot, his sister is barefoot,

Children celebrated their prime in rags!

Where do these forces come from in us -

To endure the pain, the cold, that need!

When a friend measured the bottom of the grave,

When a friend moans, I die!

Christ blessed us pioneers,

He said, the Fatherland has been 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 the situation was hopeless. Only the pioneers refused to capitulate.

And a handful of brave, barefoot guys made 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 were also pretty scratched, but still escaped from Sverdlovsk. After which we moved to Novosibirsk. Frost, winter, long nights.

A boy and a girl are running, they are sad and very angry.

Margarita noted:

- A hyperwitch could help this world! Otherwise the Nazis win! This is truly universal injustice!

Oleg Rybachenko jumped higher, twisted in a sevenfold somersault, and quite logically remarked:

- There is little justice in the world at all! For example, why do old people suffer? Moreover, almost everyone without exception! And when a person is young, he smokes, drinks, and even does worse, and is healthy! Where is the justice that the elderly 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:

"Perhaps 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!

The terminator girl confirmed:

- Yes, I believe in this, 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 was already negotiating 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 shot at the Nazis and threw grenades with their bare feet. And they were still hoping for something.

Next to them were the pioneers. In the severe frost in Siberia, all the children were barefoot and in summer pioneer uniforms with ties. They died like heroes.

Their legs were as red as the feet of geese, and their fingers turned blue.

But the pioneers did not give up.

They will succumb to fascism!

Oleg Rybachenko threw a grenade with his bare boy's foot. He pushed three German tanks head on at once and whispered:

- I believe in victory!

Margarita also threw a killer present with her bare fingers and chirped:

- I believed too, and I will believe until 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 mortally frozen pioneer children, sang with great enthusiasm;

I am a young warrior of Mother Russia,

The mighty country, the homeland of all countries...

There is no more beautiful homeland in the universe,

Stalin tied a tie under the forge!

Being a pioneer is a joy and a calling,

After all, this means you are a servant of the country.

And you can increase the universe -

Destroying the machinations of the devil-Satan.

When summer came in '41,

The June thunderstorm is thundering for us...

We don't want the region to become poor,

For happiness, believe - the Fatherland was created!

The girl and I are waiting for the Nazis in ambush,

Before this we got a machine gun.

And to Hitler's mad annoyance,

Our squad successfully defeats the Nazis!

Girlfriends bare feet have become rough,

The snow is already pricking under the bare soles.

The cold and lips turned blue,

But the holy fire warms our souls!

We strike without knowing the measures of our adversaries,

We don't give you peace day or night!

Grenades fly onto the echelons into a swarm,

And the officers with a sniper rifle.

The fascists cannot find support anywhere,

Our pioneer, valiant detachment...

Capable, if you need to cut mountains,

Here are Hitler's tanks burning like candles.

The people rallied in a fit of fury -

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 joined the Komsomol,

From stomping barefoot with girls the whole world!

We inhale the victorious honey in heavenly May,

Now our bright success has become eternal!

. ALEXANDER THE III LIVED SIXTY-EIGHT YEARS

The tsar also strengthened the empire economically. There were no riots or revolutions, so the economy was constantly growing. And Russia had a larger population by the First World War due to lower mortality and the annexation of the northern regions of China and Korea. And the army was larger. And the first light tanks in the series appeared, and many aircraft of different brands.

Alas, Alexander the Third did not live to see the triumph in the First World War, but this already went to Nicholas the Second.

The new king had a strong throne, another wife, a healthy 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 light tanks with machine guns, but heavy ones have just appeared. It was developed by Mendeleev's son.

So you can't stop the royal army!

Nicholas II entered the war with the Germans and Austrians... Russian troops captured Galicia, Bukovina, and inflicted a series of defeats on the Austrians. At first there were battles 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 proposed, seeing that the matter smelt of defeat, peace on moderate terms.

The Germans agreed to give Klaipeda and part of the lands in Poland to Russia, as well as to pay an indemnity. France was returned to part of the territory previously captured under Bismarck, and a little to 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.

Türkiye and Japan did not have time to enter the war, as did Italy. That is, the First World War, in fact, did not happen. So a little skirmish. Nicholas II strengthened his authority and then ruled peacefully for quite a long time.

Russia, however, spent the 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 ground army in general was many times stronger.

The same can be said about the Turks. They obviously climbed against the wrong 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 the age of sixty-eight.

He was succeeded by Alexey II. In general, a completely healthy man of thirty-two years of age. His mother was different, so Alexander the Third did not allow the fatal marriage.

Alexei II completed the conquest of Saudi Arabia by dividing it with Britain.

Wilhelm II reigned on the throne of Germany until 1941. This monarch was in power for fifty-one years! Quite a long time!

But now his son Ferdinand is on the throne. Doesn't even smell like Hitler. Other story.

There is still peace. All colonies were divided. Mussolini conquered Ethiopia.

There is nothing more to divide... Britain, however, is going through hard times. And it is in an economic crisis.

And so Ferdinand proposed to Alexei the Second to divide the colonial possessions of France and Britain. Like, really, how much you can look at these lands.

Thus, Mussolini, Ferdinand and Alexei II put together their pact.

But of course, Russia, by this time, had already managed to conquer almost all of China and become many times stronger than anyone else in the economy, in the military sphere, and in population.

Tsar Alexei approved, in general, this proposal and decided that they would start together.

Ferdinand was no longer young. And he was careful.

However, on May 15, 1945, 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

She won. It seemed like no one could stop her.

In two months, the tsarist army captured India, southern Iran, British possessions in Saudi Arabia, Egypt, Sudan, and most of Indochina.

But the Germans were only able to occupy Belgium, and were stopped on the approaches to Paris. Holland also entered the war.

Tsarist Russia for another two months seized Britain's possessions in Asia and finished off Indonesia. Then she landed in Australia and moved through Africa.

The Germans tried to take Paris, but their assault was repulsed. However, the war was being 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. The fighting was still raging in Africa and Australia, but it was 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 frost, a new offensive of 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 on New Year"s Day 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 bloodless and knocked out by bombs

Capitulated.

Thus ended another great war. Russia took almost all the colonies for itself. Germany received relatively little, Italy grabbed something, and Austria-Hungary got a symbolic piece.

Despite the fact that the Germans expected large colonies, and received much less, only Morocco, but Germany included in its composition: Belgium, Holland, and France to Port de Calais.

In addition, tsarist Russia returned the Germans to Namibia and what previously belonged to them.

In short, we somehow sorted it out and made peace...

Peace came... In 1953, Russia got an atomic bomb, and a year later Germany got it too. The US acquired nuclear weapons in 1960.

Thus, a balance of fear arose.

And in 1955, the first Russian cosmonaut flew into space, orbiting a 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. In 1992 to Mercury. And in 1999 to Pluto.

The solar system has been mastered.

Three nuclear empires emerged: Great Germany, the USA and Great Russia.

Alexey II also died at sixty-eight years old 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, Alexander the Fourth lived for sixty-eight years and died in 1999. And his son Vladimir the Third ascended the throne. In 2013, four hundred years of the Romanov dynasty were celebrated.

For now, Russia is firmly on its feet. But there are still Germany and the USA as its competitors in the world. The Tsarist Empire, together with its colonies, comprised slightly 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 are wondering whether he will 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 be able to cope quite well with Germany and the United States. It has more people and more soldiers. And the quality of weapons is better!

But for now there are nuclear weapons, and everything has not yet been conquered. But anti-nuclear weapons are being developed very actively, so there are certain chances of victory.

FALL OF GIBRALTAR

The Spanish dictator Franco, unlike real history, agreed to German troops to attack the English fortress of Gibraltar. In exchange, Spain received some British and French lands in Africa.

The German command sent several divisions into equatorial Africa. In addition, Rommel's corps was transferred to Libya, several months earlier than reality.

True, things were not going well for the Italians in Greece, but the arrival of additional forces from Germany saved the situation.

The year 1941 was coming to an end. The production of submarines increased, and Britain lost its colonies. The US behaved passively. But Japan could not sit idly by and struck Peru Harbor on December 7. A new war has begun in the Pacific. And Hitler had to again abandon plans for an attack on the USSR.

So the Fuhrer was forced in 1942 to abandon the ideas of invading the East.

There was also information about Soviet tank building. 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 Arms and Ammunition, developments in technology went faster. Hitler wanted to have the best tanks in the world, and heavier ones. But so far Germany was clearly inferior to the USSR. Both the number of cars and their quality. In August 1941, production of the KV-3 tank began. The vehicle 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 put into production.