Attempt to strike the opponent by means of own luchemet was also doomed to a failure. Intensity of laser fire was insufficient to punch the small force fields closing fighters, and aviation guns and rockets with computer targeting did not pull even on children's toys crackers. Only the direct hit of the strategic thermonuclear rocket could destroy the similar car, but light beams induced by the computer did not admit objects which were larger than a nut bolt to fighters.
- Dogs, vicious dogs! I still will deal with you! - in despair Valuyev shouted.
From shout stuffed up own ears. But, probably, the enemy pilot heard this cry. About negligence of the baby shaking a rattle he brought down several Russian cars, and stelzana, obviously, scoffed, sadistically prolonging pleasure. Their lasers as if derisively, carried out medieval "quartering" - at first cut a nose, then a tail and wings. Those who managed to catapult were caught power "net", probably, for further experiments. And some pilots were thrown and thrown as if it were tennis balls. Stelzana as angry children, like to play the fool, enjoying torments. Gengir Volk issued the hologram with the cute ugly face and with a poisonous smile said:
- What razlayalsya? You hope for fast death?!
Vadim shook the hair which stuck from sweat and with such rage pressed on the control panel jet fire that plastic burst, and the titanic keyboard caved in. The marshal exhaled:
- Jackal!
- Perfectly! The monkey learns to play the piano. I, Gengir Volk, will show how correctly it is necessary to play! - The stelzan was not in good voice rage, it is rather a pleasure of the school student who broke a well-aimed shot from a slingshot, a window in a director's office.
The terrifying design dived under the right wing and with almost imperceptible speed was started turning around the marshall plane. Never before Vadim saw such precipitancy, there was no wish to fight any more - hands not to hold a tornado. It was necessary to throw everything both to run, become a molecule and to be dissolved in hot air. Having cut speed limit, is fifteen times higher than a sound, the glorified marshal nicknamed Lis of the atmosphere jerked... Where? Far away from these...
Fighters with a seven-color emblem (a flag of the Empire of stelzan) furiously snatched on everything that moved and breathed. Even superheavy nuclear tanks and planes, like butterflies, burned down in laser cascade beams which let out rather small single or two-place cars. The frightening form of these winged monsters had no analogs among terrestrial predators. It was the center of horror, a nightmare and schizoid hyper phobia. To strengthen effect, stelzana included huge three-dimensional holograms, is thousandfold the increasing sizes of fighters, strengthening fear, and suppressing mentality, defenders of the planet Earth. It seemed that on the sky such creatures creep that to think up similar nasty thing not in forces, any director of the horror film. Some color projections were kvazimaterialna and literally scattered clouds.
The marshal choked with an overload. Not having, itself equal the wonderful fighter was shaken from tension. The car smoked, squeezing out speed limit. Gengir not easy did not lag behind, he continued to cut circles, the eights and polygons around the Russian plane, with a subsvetny speed cutting the atmosphere and showing fantastic technogenic superiority. From the strongest friction around the fighter of Purple Constellation there was a light crown. Vadim blinked: the fiery ring ate away eyes.
- Kill me better, the swine. Stop scoffing!
The wolf laughed loudly. It it was so clearly heard as if stelzan spoke through a loud-hailer directly in an ear.
- The death for you is an act of mercy. And mercy as tells the greatest of the greatest, should not exceed borders of an economic benefit!
The burning perelivisty bubble separated from the fighter. In spite of the fact that the marshal went on the first cosmic speed, his machine flew in the fiery center at once, having tightly frozen up in an invisible web.
Gengir Volk burst out laughing again, his contented face an infernal projection blurred on a windshield. Valuyev wanted to close eyes, but paralyzed eyelids, wanted to spit, but saliva stiffened in a throat. Now he the stiffened eyes saw a blissful muzzle of externally young happy stelzan and a terrible picture of total destruction at once (it was visible in all details: three-dimensional holograms showed it close up in the smallest details). The transparent cocoon tormented to a shower, and the electroshock and a hellfire burned down interiors. However at this moment became the marshal Valuyev not to the pain because there was no bigger suffering, than to look at the terrifying excesses created by aggressors on the native planet.
Before eyes - the first baptism of fire, dreadful New Year's storm of the mechensky capital. Desperate attack to fault of selling generals turned into hell for the strongest and valorous army of the world. Incomprehensible humiliation of the Great nation winning incalculable hordes, covering with a breast the people of all planet. It, then still young leytenantik, hid under the padded tank. From above the burning diesel fuel drops dripped, punched overalls in many places, the left leg affected with splinters turned in crimson jelly. Ears became deaf and do not perceive gaps from heavy mines any more, blood was baked, on lips lead taste stiffened, the dull aching ache give the remains of the injured teeth in a mouth. You want to roar from intolerable pain, but it is necessary to get out from under a steel coffin. And there, outside, the death fills a devilish ball, but dirty bardovy snow refreshes the face which is densely covered with blisters, and the flaw calms the singed lungs. Then already through a continuous veil of sufferings the thought that there, under the tank, there is your seriously wounded the companion who painfully perishes, fried in a walking pan flashes. And you dive into this fiery Gehenna again, crawling the meters which became infinite, persisting in under furious lead heavy rain, being enough with the mutilated fingers for a poor excuse for the broken bullet-proof vest, and extend the body which became hundred-ton. What remained from Sergey managed to be taken, but his friend any more will never recover, forever having remained the silent cripple...
The river of memory breaks, only separate fragments of heavy military career are remembered. But all this grows dim as a candle at atomic explosion...
What terrible this war!.
Terrible cars uncontrollably raged, cutting to pieces, evaporating live young and old on the destructive way. The small flock of killers planes attacked the confidential Russian base in Antarctica which is under command of the general Nikolay Valuyev - the brother Vadim. Nikolay hardly managed to make the last orders. The born sadist Gengir Volk specially brought the image of underground Russian communications to a projection. The general Valuyev suddenly saw on the screen the image alive of Vadim flaring in a seven-color torch. The burning pieces fall off the scattering body, the blackened bones appear. Picture more abruptly than Dante's Hell. Eyes of brothers for a moment met, the image hanged almost closely.