Svetlana hesitated. Shoot now or later, coming closer. Thirty-four in motion shakes, and it is impossible to take an accurate sight. You need to either stop, or come close enough, and even better close.
Natasha says, clenching her fists:
- To the glory of the Holy Motherland!
Svetlana finally decides and shoots. The projectile spits out of the barrel. The girl accompanies his mind convoy.
Already closer, about a half meters, from the German. Considering that the thirty-fours are hard to see from the sight, this is a good result. Angelica, who, leaning out at the moment of the shot, barked loudly:
- Almost a little bit more!
Svetlana muttered angrily:
- A little bit does not count!
The red-haired devil cooed:
- Fuhrer give in the face, will kill somehow! We are now a little bit like a bit crazy!
Svetlana impatiently pushed the beauty with her foot:
- If you can, shut up!
Angelica snarled:
- Bricks!
Finally, the German could not stand it, shot ... The projectile flew with a whistle dangerously close to the car. But Fritz did not hit. What was he thinking about? He suspected that such beauties were sitting in the carriage or was firing automatically? T-3 has a commander tower and good visibility. In the forty-first year, this tank became the most massive. With the help of the Germans, they achieved great success, capturing the territories into four German borders of 1937 and in just five months.
Tank showed failure. Especially against HF. At the end of the forty-first year, an option appeared with a longer barrel length, and therefore the initial velocity of the projectile. The German expects to hit the enemy, although the thirty-four and problem machine. Sometimes Russians manage to get from a great distance, and in motion. It is necessary to swat the enemy like a fly.
Natasha realizing that the chance of hitting there is always a whisper:
- Lenin, party, Komsomol!
A crazy thought flashed through, and didn"t I turn to God? But the Komsomol is not supposed to believe in God. And in general, if He is, why does he allow all this? Would a caring Creator have allowed such a mess? Also old age and death?
Natasha, perhaps, was more afraid of death to grow old and become ugly. How all this is not aesthetic. And indeed, if we assume that a person is mortal, for the sake of development and progress, then disfiguring people with old age is somehow not from the hand. And where is the aesthetics of the creator? Does he like wrinkled and hunchbacked old women?
Natasha could not explain it and made a conclusion - God is an invention of people! And in fact there is evolution. And maybe the time will come when a person will develop to such a level that he can also raise the dead! And then those who died in the war will be reborn in the world of bright communism!
Natasha whispered:
- May God grant the victory of our atheistic party!
Svetlana calmed down and fired a third time ... The shell seemed to strike at armor, but again flew past. But the German rider ... Hell, hit!
The tower shook, a ringing came. Fortunately, sloping armor deflected a shot at the ricochet.
But the main thing Fritz from still a decent distance managed to please in a fast traveling tank with a small tower. And this means that an experienced tanker sits there, and next time she may not be leading ...
Angelica automatically inserted the projectile. Svetlana prayed to ... Artemis! Apparently the goddess of the hunt seemed more appropriate in this particular case. And the girl hit her bare foot in a sharp corner. Svetlana noticed in herself that when she gets angry, she shoots better. And ... closed her eyes, relying on intuition ...
The fourth shot ...
Natasha whispered softly:
- Shroud of heaven like a bedspread!
And Angelica again looking out from behind the hatch, screamed:
- Similarly, the bull's eye! Hit the tower!
The shell broke the German tank at the junction. There was a fire and began to break the combat kit. Here the redhead did not quite tactfully notice:
- Lucky! And only from the fourth time!
Natasha hurried to fix Angelica:
- With such a shaking and not bad! With the fourth attempt!
Svetlana unexpectedly took the side of the redhead:
- Not! She is right, it was better to get it the first time!
Zoe began to slow down a little, trying to move the levers as smoothly as possible. Thirty-four slowed down. The tank outwardly looked rather rude, but it showed its effectiveness in practice. The German completely tore off the tower, and the body split from the detonation into two parts.
But one Fritz still managed to get out of the car, and crouched behind the bushes, pretending to be dead. By order of Natasha, Zoe stopped the tank. Angelica and Svetlana jumped out of thirty-four. The redhead jumped toward the German and, demonstrating her uncommon strength, lifted him with one hand by the collar. However, the fascist was not only short in stature. This is indeed some kind of kid, a child's little face, a thin body, even a mustache has not yet made its way.
Muscular redhead asked in German:
"Are you such an underdeveloped dystrophic, or really shack?"
The boy scared muttered:
- I do not shket. I am from Jungfolk, I had an internship on a tank!
Angelica burst out laughing:
- From Yungfolka? Yes, you, that even fourteen years old no?
The boy nodded and replied: