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The Swedish King And Carlesson

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    Carlson intervened in the course of history and saved Charles XII from death in Norway. As a result, Sweden demonstrated its strength. The course of history changed and became less predictable.
  THE SWEDISH KING AND CARLESSON
  ANNOTATION
  Carlson intervened in the course of history and saved Charles XII from death in Norway. As a result, Sweden demonstrated its strength. The course of history changed and became less predictable.
  CHAPTER No. 1
  Thanks to the intervention of Carlisle and the barefoot girl Pippi Longstocking, the Swedish king survived Norway's destruction, instead capturing it. As a result, Norway joined the kingdom. Carlisle, the eternal boy, and Pippi Longstocking created a hologram of a huge, transparent bird, in the form of a dove with a laurel branch. And Norway surrendered to Charles XII and joyfully accepted his rule.
  However, Sweden, exhausted by the war with Russia, could no longer continue, and a peace treaty was signed. Tsar Peter agreed to formalize the territorial acquisitions as purchases at considerable cost and to supply the Swedes with large quantities of grain annually free of charge.
  The war was over, but Charles XII thirsted for revenge. He gathered and built up his forces. And so, in 1737, when the Russian army was distracted by the war with Turkey, Charles XII's vast army took and besieged Vyborg. The fortress city was well defended and had a strong garrison.
  But this time, Carlson decided to help the Swedish king.
  And so a fat boy with a motor infiltrated the Russian fortress. He did it using an invisibility cloak, and the best protection against dogs is leopard fat.
  And so the boy wizard broke into the gunpowder storehouse and lit the fuse on the barrel. Then he left the basement.
  The fuse burned out, and suddenly there was an explosion. The wall collapsed along with the central radiator, leaving a colossal hole.
  After which, the Swedish army launched an assault. It was swift and fierce. But the Russian army was no longer able to effectively resist. And Vyborg fell. The path to St. Petersburg was open.
  And Charles XII's army laid siege to the Russian capital. Along the way, he was joined by some nobles, disgruntled by the autocracy and hoping that life would be easier and better in Sweden, a more democratic country with a parliament.
  A battle took place in the field. On one side was the Russian army, on the other the Swedish.
  The Russians were commanded personally by Biron, and the Swedes by Charles XII.
  The outcome of the battle was uncertain. The Russians still had the numerical advantage, albeit not by much. But once again, the fat boy from Stockholm, Karleseon, intervened. And once again, his intervention had a negative effect on the Russians. Besides the eternal boy Karleseon, there was also a girl, Gerda, who also wielded magic. She wore a ring on each toe of her bare feet.
  The blonde girl had once defeated the Snow Queen and now wanted to help her Swedish brothers.
  And her bare feet were not afraid of either snow or hot coal.
  And so these child wizards unleashed a wave of terror on the Russian cavalry. And the horses took fright and began to run away. The Cossack and hussar ranks mingled and clashed, stabbing each other with spears and sabers.
  And then the Swedes added grapeshot, and mowed down a ton of Russian infantry.
  Next, the Swedish lancers entered the fray. Charles XII launched an artificial maneuver, outflanking the Russians and attacking their rear.
  Carleson, waving his magic wands, fired pulsars at the Russian army and sang:
  May Sweden be beautiful,
  The greatest of countries...
  It's simply dangerous to deal with us,
  We are truly hurricane children!
  In some ways, Carleson truly is a child, though he's already several centuries old. And his father is a dwarf, and his mother is a mummy. And he can live for thousands of years in the flesh. And as we know, humans have an immortal soul, which can live forever, unlike the body.
  Even now, thousands of murdered souls are rushing to heaven, where the Almighty God and the saints will judge them.
  And people are dying in large numbers. Charles XII is already getting on in years. Thirty-seven years ago, he routed Peter the Great's numerically superior army at Narva. And now he's doing it again. Only this time, he has the strength of Carleson and Gerda on his side. And these children truly can work miracles.
  And then Pippi Longstocking returned. Also perpetually barefoot, with red hair that sparkled like the flame of the Olympic torch.
  Although these child wizards are bad for Russia. But Gerda is Danish, and Karleson is Swedish, like Pippi, and they can be understood. And why shouldn't Baba Yaga appear on the Russian side? Are we witches or not, are we patriots or not?
  But in this case, somehow, neither a wood goblin, nor a water spirit, nor Baba Yaga, nor a kikimora appeared from the Russian side.
  And the Russian army led by Biron was defeated. And Charles XII captured St. Petersburg. Then Anna Ioannovna moved the capital to Moscow and attempted to continue the war.
  Charles XII, having gathered his forces, began an invasion into the depths of Russia. The situation was exacerbated by the ongoing war with the Ottoman Empire.
  And the Crimean Khan attacked the southern regions of Russia, devastating Tula, Ryazan and Kyiv.
  The Ottoman troops then marched on Astrakhan. This time, they were well prepared and were able to lay siege to the city. They had powerful artillery that reduced houses and walls to dust. Meanwhile, Charles XII approached Moscow. The decisive battle took place near Russia's second capital.
  And then Carleson and Gerda, and with them the Swedish girl Pippi Longstocking, they all rushed at the Russian army in unison. And they started waving their magic wands.
  And then there were Pippi and Gerda-those eternal girls-snapping their bare toes, each wearing a ring with a magical artifact. And a terrible storm arose, blinding the Cossacks and hussars. They turned back and trampled their own infantry underfoot. Now that was truly hellish darkness.
  And Pippi and Gerda hurled artifacts at the enemies, literally piercing them. And then Carlson raised a monstrous storm. And stunned crows began falling into the sky, piercing the heads of Russian soldiers.
  And the girls, with their bare toes, launched fiery pulsars, and sang:
  We are the children of Sweden with the fate of Napoleon,
  Although barefoot even in the snow, frost...
  Girls don't care about the cop laws,
  Because Christ brought grace!
  
  I want to tell the hypocrites that you are just nasty,
  You condemn us all in vain...
  We girls are big bullies,
  Even Karabas doesn't scare us!
  
  Each of us is not just a child,
  Or simply put, he really is a superman...
  And Pippi's voice is very clear,
  I know the boy won't have any problems!
  
  We will conquer the vastness of the universe,
  Even though our feet are dirty and bare...
  And our business is the business of creation,
  In the name of our beautiful Sweden!
  
  We children, you know, are not cripples at all,
  And the warriors of the Holy Land...
  Let us glorify our Motherland, believe me, forever,
  In the name of our Swedish family!
  This is the kind of showdown the eternal children staged. And how hard things were for the Russian army soldiers.
  True, this time, the Tsar's army had a pair of wood-goblins on its side. They tried to send animated, walking trees toward the Swedes, waving their branches and roots threateningly.
  But Pippi and Gerda snapped their bare toes, and the trees burst into blue flame. Their leaves literally charred and pollinated. And the terrified trees, tormented and shaking with fear, fell upon the Russian troops. Now that was some fun.
  And the wood-goblins were in trouble. Then Carleson conjured up a large cage. And both bearded creatures found themselves in it.
  They were really pinned down... And the Russian army was under attack from three dangerous children from Scandinavia. It's no wonder they are descendants of Vikings. And when the Swedish lancers appeared in the rear, the outcome of the battle was decided.
  After the defeat on the Field of Mars, Tsarist Russia made peace with Sweden.
  They had to cede all the lands previously conquered by Peter the Great, as well as Novgorod and Pskov, and pay a huge tribute to the Scandinavians.
  What woe to the vanquished?
  But Tsarist Russia managed to recapture Astrakhan from the Turks. A period of peace ensued. Anna Ioannovna was succeeded by Ivan VI, still an infant, and then followed by Elizabeth Petrovna.
  And so she began preparing for a war of revenge against Sweden. Charles XII launched a war in Europe to reclaim his empire's former possessions and even expand them.
  At first, the Swedes, with the help of Carleson, Gerda, and Pippi Longstocking, were successful. But then Charles XII attacked Denmark. Gerda turned against him. Carleson and Pippi also up and ran away. Mighty Britain entered the war against Sweden. And soon after, Prussia, where the great monarch Frederick II reigned. By this time, Charles XII had grown old, decrepit, and no longer quite so brilliant.
  Kazakhstan also joined Tsarist Russia, and it became larger and stronger.
  And a large army began by laying siege to Novgorod. And then Baba Yaga flew in on a mortar. And started showing off all sorts of tricks and gimmicks.
  As soon as he waves his broom, a thousand Swedes will fly into the air at once, and then they will start spinning and turning.
  Baba Yaga just went and growled:
  - But pasaran!
  And then he'd twirl the broom again. And then the kikimora added in, now that was some fun. The year was 1754, and the King of Sweden was in his seventy-second year.
  He didn't have the strength or energy. In short, Russian troops stormed Novgorod with the help of Baba Yaga and the kikimora.
  Pskov found itself cut off; its garrison chose to surrender without a fight.
  After which, Russian troops laid siege to Narva. Meanwhile, in Europe, the Prussians and the British were battling the Swedes. And then the French joined them.
  Alexander Suvorov distinguished himself in the storming of Narva, and that fortress also fell. Tsarist Russia demonstrated its might, and under Elizabeth Petrovna, a revival took place. Russian troops recaptured both Riga and Reval in 1755. Then Vyborg was captured. The war with the Swedes continued. In Europe, the last Swedish stronghold fell in 1757, and they agreed to a shameful peace. The war with Russia raged for some time, until December 1758. Then, finally, Charles XII, who had lived seventy-six years-a considerable age by the standards of the time-died. His grandson concluded a peace, ceding all the territories the Swedes had managed to conquer under Anna Ioannovna, plus a little more.
  And so the war ended. Carleson and Pippi Longstocking never intervened, and thus, one could say, they committed treason. However, the wood-goblins, Baba Yaga, and kikimoras played important roles, and even a water spirit showed up towards the end. And it was great. The only thing was that when the Russian troops tried to march on Stockholm, Pippi Longstocking waved her magic wand and fire-breathing feathers rained down on the Russian ships, burning the Russian squadron.
  After which, Elizabeth Petrovna made a hasty peace. Three years later, she died, and Peter III ascended the throne, but that's another story.
  Barefoot Pilots and Ninja-4
  ANNOTATION
  The female pilots fight very skillfully. They're barefoot in any weather, wearing only a bikini, and they're slender and muscular, with muscles like steel. And there are female ninjas. They fight barefoot and almost naked, too. And with them is a male ninja, a very strong and tough fighter.
  CHAPTER No. 1.
  The female pilot, as we see, sings and fights. And if necessary, she'll ride a man, too.
  But on the other hand, the fighters are also strong. Especially the five ninjas. Four girls and a boy are a very powerful force.
  Here they are walking through Soviet units.
  The blue-haired ninja girl swung her swords, decapitating Soviet soldiers and ripping them into shavings. Then, with her bare toes, she tossed a pea-sized amount of explosives and cooed,
  - Our strength is great,
  After all, Japan is immortal...
  And with a blow of the fist -
  We will definitely kill them all!
  The yellow-haired ninja girl cut off the heads of Russian soldiers and cooed:
  - In short, in short, in short - banzai!
  And with bare toes he will again throw something extremely deadly and destructive.
  A red-haired ninja girl performed a battle windmill and cut off the heads of these very same Red Army soldiers. And they went flying like bowling pins from blades. Which looked pretty cool. And so began the total killing and destruction.
  The girl took the explosive needle and threw it with her bare toes. It pierced the barrel of the T-34 tank and detonated the ammunition. Look what a blast it'll be.
  And the warrior squealed:
  - For the Japanese Empire!
  This was truly a dangerous step for the terminator girl.
  A white-haired ninja girl took up the Hell Rose move with her swords. And that's when the red soldiers' heads started falling.
  And then a bare heel tosses up a piece of antimatter, and a Soviet KV tank flies upward and flips over. And this turned out to be an extremely powerful and devastating impact force.
  The warrior sang:
  - And then we shouted Banzai,
  We will conquer our own seaside...
  We will capture the entire Siberian region,
  And we will have livestock!
  And here's the boy Saigo in action, waving swords like windmill blades and slicing off heads like peas. Now that's some killer reading.
  And so the boy's bare toes throw the discus, and the Soviet attack aircraft, having been damaged, smokes from its tail and falls down.
  These are truly some killer ninjas. Four girls and a boy-which is symbolic.
  Well, how can you not just go and shoot them with bomb throwers after that?
  But these are fighters from the Japanese side. They have their pros and cons, and there could be a lot of potential dead bodies.
  But the Soviet Union also has some pretty impressive warriors. On the outskirts of Vladivostok, the Pioneers are fighting the Japanese, demonstrating their skill as fighters-they're truly tough.
  Young Pioneer boys usually fight half-naked, wearing only shorts. The only thing that gets in their way is their shoes.
  And the way they throw grenades with their bare, childish feet is amazing.
  Here is the pioneer Petka, wearing a tie and scratched, singing;
  I am a serf, a simple boy,
  I wander barefoot through the frost in spring...
  The work is hard, perhaps too hard,
  But Jesus always believe with me!
  
  I was born into a peasant family,
  I was already working in the field for the third year...
  And someone appeared in the royal bosom,
  And somewhere a bright rose is blooming!
  
  And in heat and cold the boy is always barefoot,
  In the cold, without a hat, through a snowdrift...
  The peasant girl has golden braids,
  And the milk tastes so good on your tongue!
  
  Well, the boy is not discouraged,
  And for him this world is not torture...
  She grazes cattle, boldly sings,
  And for him Christ is a great idol!
  
  The haiduks often flogged the boy,
  The whole body is covered in bruises and piss...
  But instead of crying, there were sounds,
  The princess appeared in the boy's dreams as a child!
  
  The boy rose like a falcon,
  Soaring higher than the sun in dreams...
  Here he is, a soldier with a grenade in a sturdy backpack,
  Here he is, instilling fear in the vile Fritzes!
  
  The boy apparently dreams of a rifle,
  To go on a wild trek...
  And the boy's voice is very clear.
  Letting the Turks into a furious waste!
  
  As a teenager he ran away from the gentry,
  A handsome boy went to war...
  Although there is a lot of cruel treachery there,
  But the guy firmly believed that I would not die!
  
  Here he fought valiantly against the enemies,
  He showed himself to be a brave knight...
  The Turks trampled the ground with their boots,
  But the Russian metal is truly strong!
  
  I have received the rank of sergeant in the battles now,
  And the good king personally presented me with the cross...
  The battles were very hot,
  But the great cherub will protect!
  
  There is no more military work, believe me,
  Here I am, a young officer...
  We will break the chains of slavery, I firmly believe,
  Let's set an example for generations!
  
  Russia is the banner of giants,
  In it, every warrior, even from the nursery...
  When the people and the army are united,
  The mad villain will be defeated!
  This is how bravely Petka sang and this barefoot gang of children fought.
  But the Japanese are strong, and have already managed to cut off Vladivostok from the rest of the mainland by land.
  Yes, the Chikha tank is mobile with a diesel engine and is difficult to hit.
  But the Japanese are also dragging howitzers on their horses. And they're also firing at the Soviet troops.
  Samurai are powerful. Some charge with swords and chop off the heads of Red Army soldiers.
  And now the offensive is underway on the Western Front. The Nazis have already surrounded Minsk, and Soviet troops have abandoned the city. But now the fighting is moving closer to the Berezina River. Here is the battle for Borisov.
  There's a battle here too... In the fighting, the British Matildas became much harder to knock out. And then the American Grands appeared, also quite powerful tanks.
  And from above, the air force was putting pressure on them. When the German pilots joined forces with the British, things got even worse for the Soviet pilots. They were pressed into concrete like reinforced concrete.
  And let's hit the enemies with great force.
  And on the other side, a battalion of Komsomol girls deployed. Natasha was there with them. The main thing was for the girls to fight barefoot and throw grenades with their bare feet. Throwing them so hard they literally blew off heads.
  But the Matildas are coming, and they're a major threat from Britain. And then there are the German Ju-87s and British Dragons. And then there are the Ju-88 bombers, which is a very significant force.
  But this way it is very beautiful and tough.
  But the Komsomol girls, flashing their bare heels and showing off their abs, began to sing;
  We are beautiful Soviet girls,
  We love to fight and tickle boys...
  A bright, ringing voice is heard,
  And our calling is to kill the Fritzes!
  
  We are very dashing Komsomol girls,
  We rush bravely through the frost, barefoot...
  We are not used to standing modestly on the sidelines,
  And we reward the fascists with a fist!
  
  Believe me, girls have a big secret,
  How to effectively defeat Nazis...
  And believe me, girls, success is not accidental,
  Because the Russian army is very brave!
  
  And for our barefoot girls,
  New Year's snow is very sweet...
  Well, the Fuhrer is simply a scumbag,
  Let's not let the fascists celebrate their success!
  
  We girls are having a lot of fun,
  We bare our breasts in front of the soldiers...
  And we really piss off the Nazis,
  We, the mighty Komsomol members, cannot be bent!
  
  We are capable of doing a lot of things, girls,
  Even Hitler could be shot from a tank...
  The enemy won't even have time to have lunch,
  The girls will come like a thief!
  
  We respect Russia very much,
  Stalin is as powerful as a dashing father, believe me...
  And I believe victory will come in warm May,
  Anyone who believes in this is simply great!
  
  For girls there is no doubt or barrier,
  Everything is willing to simply argue in the hands...
  Let the beauties receive wonderful rewards,
  The Komsomol's strength lies in its strong fists!
  
  We warriors are very precocious,
  And in the nimble hands the gun barrel burns...
  And girls can handle any task,
  Our friendship is an undeniable monolith!
  
  We are such sparkling girls,
  What do snowdrifts and frosts mean to us?
  We won't cool our paws in winter if we go barefoot,
  And the hearts of beauties are generous and pure!
  
  What we can do, we extol,
  We jump like kangaroo virtuosos...
  And we successfully cut off the heads of the fascists,
  And love for exercise in the morning too!
  
  All the girls are cool warriors,
  They can simply crush the Fritzes into dough...
  Well, what if the fascists are just stupid?
  The Komsomol members have not experienced their superpower!
  
  Hitler can't do anything either,
  We beat him very hard with a stick,
  And they broke the teeth, knocking the skin off the face,
  And then I ran barefoot through the fire!
  
  What should we do? Only Stalin will tell us to do it.
  His stern and soulful gaze is visible...
  And the girl, believe me, won"t miss either,
  Loading a large machine gun with gusto!
  
  If necessary, we will reach Mars,
  And we will conquer Venus very quickly...
  Soldiers need polish for their boots,
  We girls are running barefoot!
  
  Everything is beautiful with us girls,
  Breasts and hips, waist is visible...
  He is also a pioneer like a wolf cub,
  The Pioneer is actually Satan!
  
  Well, we girls are cool, you know,
  We will sweep away all the fascists like a broom...
  And in the sky the stars are blue,
  We'll smash the Tigers into pieces with steel!
  
  What can't be done, believe me, is impossible,
  Communist, admit it, you are a demiurge...
  And sometimes we understand falsely,
  And they scare the beauties!
  
  But you know, we are dashingly crushing the Germans,
  And they are capable of tearing the Fritzes to pieces...
  At least our souls are made of titanium,
  We will pass through the steppe and the swamp causeway!
  
  We will build communism without all the nails,
  And we will defeat the fascists with great force...
  Komsomol members love to run in formation,
  And above them hovers a cherub!
  
  The enemy won't be able to deal with the girl,
  Because the girl is an eagle...
  And there is no need to make a lot of trouble for the Fritzes,
  And in vain does your Fuhrer shout!
  
  Komsomol member with bare feet,
  Gave Hitler an egg...
  Have no dealings with Satan,
  Or it will simply be all the same!
  
  The sparkling idol of communism,
  The red flag will shine over the planet...
  And Herod was cast into the hell of hell,
  And the girls got an A!
  
  Lenin, Stalin - the sun over the planet,
  Circling in the sky like two eagles...
  The exploits of communism are sung,
  The Fatherland has the strength of steel wings!
  
  We managed to live until victory,
  And we walked through Berlin to the end...
  Babies were born in the cradle,
  And now the country is in greatness!
  These girls are simply superb. And it's their outstanding class and the sheer force of their attacks.
  Yes, girls, barefoot is really cool and extremely sexy. And it's very positive.
  The girls are warriors, very famous and cool.
  These are fights of the highest class and scope. You can't push back here. That's how the thrashing goes.
  After the fall of Borisov and Bobruisk, Soviet troops began to retreat to the Dnieper. The situation became extremely dire. Fortunately, autumn arrived in October, bringing torrential rains. These rains slowed the coalition's advance somewhat, forcing them to gain some time to retreat beyond the Dnieper and consolidate their position.
  In addition to the T-34 tank, Katyusha rockets also took part in the battles. But their impact was not particularly great. The battles were very fast-paced in the air. Akulina Orlova, a girl with bare, chiseled feet, fought tenaciously and fiercely against superior enemy forces.
  The main thing is to be on the plane in just a bikini. That's really, really cool.
  Before the fight, two young men gave the girl a vigorous massage. She visibly perked up. Her eyes sparkled like sapphires again. She's a natural blonde and a stunning beauty. She fights like no other woman can, nor can anyone describe her.
  Akulina Orlova - if necessary, she'll even kick the bald Fuhrer with her bare heel. And it'll be incredibly cool and awesome. She's a girl with nerves of steel and a very strong set of chocolate abs. Try and really beat her.
  And she fights the Nazis and sings;
  We, the Komsomol members, are brave fighters,
  We gathered to fight bravely for the Fatherland...
  Our fathers are proud of us girls,
  Because we can report on our successes!
  
  The warrior is simply top notch,
  Almost naked we rush through the frost...
  Any task goes smoothly for us,
  Under the sky, it is very sunny and radiant!
  
  You won't find more beautiful girls than us,
  We are so wonderful and dashing...
  The beauty looks no more than twenty,
  And bare feet run through the snow!
  
  What a beautiful sun, yellow color,
  It has a gold tint, you know...
  We will soon see the dawn of communism,
  And a lot of half-naked, barefoot girls!
  
  We Komsomol members love to fight,
  And everyone is capable of doing something really cool...
  We send our brave army into battle,
  Because the enemies are small fry!
  
  There is nothing to add or add to,
  In the universal furious alignment...
  Girls are able to drink wine,
  Go to battle in full dress!
  
  Now we are in the world of elves - no problem,
  We can do a lot too...
  May the universal dream come true,
  I will do any task you ask me to do!
  
  There are no words to confess to the Motherland-
  To hug the beautiful flag of victory to one's chest...
  Let us throw off the shackles of capitalism,
  Let our troubles disappear into the underworld!
  
  To the glory of the Russian Christ, know,
  We will raise our sword and shield high...
  Love for the Fatherland is bright and pure,
  Other coats of arms will come to the sixteen!
  
  The fascist is powerful and simply cruel,
  And the orcs are powerful Nazis too...
  But I will strike the Fritzes head-on,
  Girls, you know, you are not pacifists at all!
  
  In what a lovely country we were born,
  We greet the dawn with a pearly smile...
  And the Fuhrer is simply devoted to Satan,
  We will finish him off in radiant May!
  
  
  We will achieve everything, I believe for sure,
  I really dare not dream...
  The city and the outback village are rejoicing,
  The baby laughed in the cradle!
  
  And who is this zealous predator orc,
  The grin of fangs is quite fierce...
  And you lightly click him on the tooth,
  The hunt remains only for the little things!
  
  I ask Christ, the Most High, to save the world,
  Don't let him burn in the plague of fire...
  And forgive those who are bad, lovingly,
  Give the enemies some real heat!
  
  We won't be bored in Berlin either,
  We'll get there, believe me, all the way to New York...
  We will receive, I firmly believe, five brothers,
  Let the girl's voice ring out loudly!
  These are the kind of girls who have dazzling charms and fighting skills-the coolest in the world. Although they, too, get their asses kicked and their bones broken.
  But in November, the front line stabilized somewhat. Soviet troops retreated beyond the Dnieper, retaining control only of Kiev and its environs. Odessa, still completely encircled and still weakly supplied by sea, held out. But the British, German, and Italian fleets were too powerful, and it was clear the city would not hold out for long under complete siege. In the north, the Germans and the coalition occupied the Baltic states and ran into the old defensive line, while in the center, Soviet troops somehow consolidated their positions on the Dnieper and further toward Pskov, which was already half encircled but continued to hold out.
  In the south, Turkish troops took Batumi after several months of fighting and completed the encirclement of Yerevan.
  Primorye was captured by the Japanese. But Vladivostok was still besieged. And it was firmly in place. But the November frosts had already set in. A parade took place across Red Square. And Stalin, it seems, was present.
  After which, the State Defense Committee opened a meeting. They began discussing further strategy for the spring.
  Zhukov suggested:
  "We need to unblock Yerevan and launch counterattacks against the enemy in that direction. This will give us a chance to save our Transcaucasian group."
  Stalin remarked gloomily:
  "It's possible. Yerevan must never be given up. But here's the thing: even if we manage to force a corridor there, it won't solve anything. And the main thing is our enemies-the coalition of capitalist countries on the Western front. That's something we need to think about."
  Shaposhnikov noted:
  "The enemy has an advantage in infantry. And we also have Britain with its colonial divisions, and practically all of Europe. Plus Turkey, and to the east, Japan and Thailand. The enemy can simply wear us down, having more manpower and material resources. Force us into a protracted war of attrition until the Russian soldiers run out."
  Marshal Timoshenko shouted:
  - We'll wipe them out!
  Stalin muttered:
  - Shut up, brawler. You couldn't take Warsaw, even though you swore you'd reach Berlin in two weeks. And you're such hawks, you said, strike Germany first. And what happened? Now the whole world is practically against us. Brazil and Argentina have declared war, and the US could soon join in. What do we need from that?
  Marshal Timoshenko muttered:
  - We must attack the enemy. We will grind him down.
  Molotov noted:
  "It's not that easy to persuade Congress to enter the war in the US. But America already supplies tanks, as well as aircraft. And their air force, especially bombers, is top-notch. Plus, they could also do the same in automotive engineering. No, really, if the US were to enter the war, there would be no chance."
  Stalin said sullenly:
  - And what do you suggest?
  The Foreign Minister said in a quiet voice:
  "I think it's best to make peace with the capitalist countries. Try to retain at least some of our territory. That's our only chance."
  Tymoshenko growled:
  - No to shameful peace!
  Stalin asked gloomily:
  - And what will Zhukov say?
  Georgy Konstantinovich answered in a humble tone:
  "Ours is a military matter. It's up to diplomats to talk about peace. But if we don't achieve victories on the battlefield this winter, things will be even worse in the spring and next summer. The enemy truly has superior economic and human potential. And we can't possibly win a war of attrition. Especially considering how much technology the countries that oppose us, especially with the US, can produce, we won't be able to surpass them."
  The Supreme Commander asked with a grin:
  - What about quality?
  Zhukov shrugged:
  "It depends, Comrade Stalin. Our T-34 is not bad, as is the KV-1. But the enemy will quickly install more powerful guns on the T-4. And the enemy's aviation is probably even better than ours-especially fighters. And British bombers are superior to our planes. And to create something new... Well, that takes time, and in that case, the enemy will also invent something cooler and more advanced."
  Stalin nodded and asked:
  - And what does Beria think?
  The People's Commissar of Internal Affairs and the commander of the sharashkas replied:
  "The scientists are working hard, Comrade Stalin. I gave them the order to create a strategic bomber that could dive. So they're working. And on fighters, too. The Yak-9, in particular, promises to be a pretty good machine, like the LaGG-5. So the work is going on nonstop. And we're using both the carrot and the stick!"
  The Supreme nodded:
  - Excellent! Get to work! In the meantime, I'm being ordered to relieve the siege of Yerevan and advance on Pskov. We'll engage the enemy in these areas. And while we're at it, we'll also flush out some samurai in Mongolia. Later, I'll have a chat with the designers to see what's new.
  Zhukov noted:
  "The T-34 is more or less good for now, but we need a more powerful tank that's no less mobile. We need to achieve that!"
  Voznesensky stated decisively:
  - We'll do it! We'll definitely do it!
  
  THE COOLEST HYPER VIRTUAL REALITY GAME
  ANNOTATION
  A beautiful warrior girl and her new cyborg friend, Pinocchio, battle in virtual reality. Naturally, they have some pretty cool fighter jets that can be sped up to infinity, fighting like lionesses, and even battling all sorts of cosmic and magical creatures.
  CHAPTER No. 1.
  Veronica, wearing only a bikini, found herself in a transparent vehicle resembling a flattened stingray. A hologram of the control panels that controlled the combat and, apparently, quite formidable vehicle glowed as well.
  Next to her was Pinocchio the cyborg. He now looked like a teenager of about fourteen or fifteen, wearing only swimming trunks, very muscular, with a handsome, youthful face, not a single hair on it, and rosy cheeks.
  He's a very handsome boy, with blond hair neatly cut into a side-swept comb. His skin is smooth and tanned, his muscles are defined. He could be used in commercials, especially for older women. Well, yes, the program can take on any appearance. And Veronica, too, by the way, if you level up her parameters.
  And now she's doing just that. Let's upgrade the fighter's parameters. Specifically, first, test the number of laser cannons, doubling them. Then increase the firing range, also test it. Raise the beam intensity. And also the level of force field protection, so the enemy can't burn you through right away.
  That's how the girl dealt with it energetically.
  Well, Pinocchio the Cyborg also got some upgrades. And, of course, he increased his car's stats. But not so much that victories would come easy.
  After all, an overly easy victory in a computer game is not interesting!
  Although a lot depends on the fighters' personalities, in this case, the pair's personalities are fine.
  Veronica blew a kiss to her vis-à-vis and chirped:
  - A great victory awaits us,
  You're a swindler, hurry up and get your neighbor!
  After which, she pressed the joystick button with her bare, round, pink heel, and her fighter jet accelerated sharply.
  The stellar cannonade raged and escalated. More and more rescue modules and liquid-metal capsules, resembling transparent tadpoles, crumbled, struggling to contain the minimum amount of energy. According to unwritten rules, they couldn't be deliberately destroyed, but if they were in danger of being captured, their built-in magical computer could order their self-destruction. Furthermore, many modules were destroyed accidentally. The cross-soliders, reaching maximum speed, continued to pin down the enemy fleet, darting sideways as they did so, with thermoquark bombs detonating between them every now and then, each carrying several billion charges, capable of destroying a medium-sized city. Naturally, no force field, no metal, even the most super-strong, could withstand a direct hit.
  Veronica encountered her first opponent. In this case, it was a single-seat fighter, piloted by a candy wrapped in a brightly colored wrapper with legs. It was performing intricate maneuvers.
  The programmer girl sang:
  -Ah, diet, don't eat this and that,
  And the girl's legs don't get tired of walking...
  Oh, diet, I'm so sick of it,
  The girls blush and sing from hunger!
  After which, Veronica took off and fired her laser cannons at the enemy. The fighter jet began to smoke, and it was clear the culinary creation, the candy with legs, was quite uncomfortable.
  Defense systems ejected dozens of decoys from a single starship, while specialized weapons released capsules of gas that distorted the trajectory of lasers, causing premature detonation of annihilation missiles, and weakening the effects of gamma radiation. Troll ships were also on the alert, with increasingly more thermal, electronic, and even gravity traps flying through space. Indeed, gravity weapons, which could tear apart metal, twist structures, and cause detonations, were the most dangerous. A gravity trap could weaken or disrupt the guidance radar of missiles, torpedoes, and mines. Several starships, having sustained gravity damage, veered toward a white dwarf and began falling toward this extinguished sun with its colossal density and gravity.
  The crossoids, having reformed, unleashed their fire on the enemy's largest ships-the ultra-battleships. These mastodons, each large enough to contain an entire city, boasted a powerful weapons system and, of course, a powerful force field. They used concentrated fire from gravity cannons against them, as their beams were much harder to deflect with a force field. Furthermore, they could attempt to at least partially damage the generators. If they did, with luck, a terrifying thermoquark bomb could be triggered. The crossoids were daring, displaying great courage. The vacuum seemed to hum with energy overload, and to maximize the effectiveness of their gravity weapons, they were forced to close the distance, which was fraught with enormous risk. One of them exploded, flaring up in a torch of annihilation, then the second.
  "Maybe we shouldn"t take such risks?" said the general.
  The girl answered, flashing a diamond brooch in her lush hair:
  "No, my friend, we must destroy at least a couple. These barbaric machines are capable of bombarding planets from a very long distance, which means when they approach densely populated worlds, especially our capital sphere..."
  Gurgling in response:
  - I understand that they will be the hardest to destroy, or to keep at a safe distance when the main forces converge.
  The girl stamped her feet boldly, emitting rage:
  "So, go ahead! And let them get even closer; the ultra-battleship is specifically designed to crush the enemy without any risk."
  And the barefoot and curvy beauty Veronica herself took quite a risk. The fighter jet in which the sweetie was fighting suddenly fell apart. And the charred grill, covered in chocolate, fell out.
  But Veronica was attacked by three cars at once. And they weren't just regular candies, they were aces with liqueur. Try taking those with your bare hands, let alone with a girl's bare feet.
  Veronica was forced to maneuver.
  And her cyborg partner, Pinocchio, also fought with great enthusiasm. And it was, it must be said, an impressive sight. The handsome teenager displayed incredible skill. Even when facing off against such a seasoned ace as a pack of Camel cigarettes.
  Well, the other warriors fought very well.
  The strike platforms, on the other hand, drifted at maximum distance from the enemy; the specific nature of their armament made this tactic optimal, firing at cruisers and transports carrying landing troops. Due to a misunderstanding, someone deployed vessels filled with combat robots, trolls, and their allies from among the conquered races into the battle line. Although inferior in maneuverability and armament to conventional starships, the transports had decent protection, yet sixty-five of them exploded, and another twenty-three were seriously damaged. Considering each one carried over one and a half million combat units, this is a significant loss.
  During the battle, Veronica realized she could adjust her parameters. Specifically, the penetrating power of her laser cannons. So that in a single minute they would release energy equal to several atomic bombs dropped on Hiroshima.
  And then it worked. Purple laser beams slammed into the nearest fighter, piercing its lethal defenses. And the liqueur-filled candy burst. The other two tried to get in from the side of the girl's fighter. But the beauty used a torn barrel maneuver. And then she hit them diagonally with a mini-missile.
  And now the second fighter is torn to pieces.
  The girl chirped:
  - Don't miss this one, it'll be a banzai!
  The young warrior noted, baring his teeth and shooting down another, this time a two-seater fighter:
  - The army of orcs and those who hire us for cigarettes, candy and all kinds of alcohol will be in the coffin!
  Veronica laughed as she shot down another fighter and cooed:
  - Glory to the great Elfia and the kingdom of Oz!
  The Rofoshki, however, quickly learned from their mistakes; their volleys increasingly reached the platforms, and the Zherriks broke through, slicing through the explosions, delivering painful blows, and even ramming them. However, when you're not risking your own life, it's easy to be brave. Some spirits belonged to the still-undetermined dead, flitting between worlds, and not averse to increasing their own numbers.
  - Look, it seems the ultra-battleship is splitting apart, - the general shouted.
  Indeed, the crossoids, having come extremely close, managed to damage the generators and then launched a thermoquark bomb into the breach. Now one of the stellar giants has ceased to exist.
  "Let's all get together for the second one, hit with concentration, don't spread yourself too thin," Kent shouted into the encrypted channel.
  The cross-ships clearly heard him, closing even closer, almost touching the force field, all the while maneuvering and dropping their traps. One of them immediately exploded, but the other ultra-battleship, with a million-strong crew, began to fall apart.
  - Well done! - said the elf general. - We can add a third one.
  The Space Marshal, a vicious cat with a trunk, was on one of the Ultra-Battleships himself. Seeing his beloved pets failing, he howled:
  - Immediately gather all forces to the strike force, destroy all crossovers! And immediately deploy the spirits of the parallel underworld!
  While he was yelling, the sixth ultra-cruiser sustained heavy damage. It managed to carry off three of its attackers, though, and then lurched forward so hard that the cross-ships barely managed to escape.
  Veronica bared her teeth, which sparkled like diamonds, and sang:
  Do you see an eclipse in the sky?
  The surf is lashing menacingly...
  This is a sign of Hell,
  Flocks of cosmic howl!
  And she, without the slightest embarrassment, entered into battle with a pack of Belomor cigarettes on a rather powerful space fighter.
  The ultra-cruisers began to retreat and regroup. Yet the Faunus and Elves refused to give in; they pressed furiously, rushing after the enemy, their starships arrayed like a double-edged axe. However, defeating the coordinated formation of such powerful starships was no easy task; losses mounted sharply, and the cruisers entered the fray. One after another, seventeen cross-ships were shot down, and four more were stuck in a gravity trap simulated by a wave spell. However, four more ultra-cruisers suffered serious damage and were engulfed in flames. Now the Faunus were forced to retreat, and the Rofoshki finally found the right tactics, trying to maximize their numerical advantage.
  Veronica pulled off a very clever maneuver and managed to snipe a fighter jet carrying a pack of Belomor cigarettes. A trivial fire ensued. And then, engulfed in flames, the pack of poison flew out of the wrecked aircraft.
  Veronica chirped:
  - Let there be a fight,
  Elfia, come with me!
  Pinocchio the cyborg hissed:
  - You're a great girl! Keep it up!
  And he also hit another transparent machine from space production, and it flared up like a keg of gunpowder.
  And the couple shouted in unison:
  - One, two, three -
  Tear the cigarettes!
  At some point, all the small faun ships pulled back and began to cover the platforms from the Zherriks' attacks.
  "Our troops have lost the initiative," Kent stated.
  "Then we need to sound the retreat!" Hett suggested. "I'll contact the Star Marshal directly."
  "I declare a redeployment!" the marshal barked. His horned face expressed a mixture of satisfaction and regret. The outcome of the battle could be interpreted in various ways.
  The maneuver, delicately called a redeployment, had been long rehearsed and repeatedly used in combat encounters and virtual exercises. Naturally, it was carried out in an orderly and swift manner. The entry into one-dimensional space began with a preliminary acceleration, first the larger vessels, then the smaller ones. Those covering the retreat took a great risk, but the Rofoshi, apparently suspecting a cunning trap, did not press hard, limiting themselves to long-range fire. Finally, the Fauns entered multi-dimensional space, becoming unreachable.
  Veronica, however, continued to fight tenaciously. She made clever maneuvers. In this case, she was up against Napoleon cognac, a very serious ace. And it wasn't so easy to maneuver against him.
  An extremely dangerous opponent.
  Pinocchio the cyborg bared his teeth and sang with his boyish face:
  -We should be afraid of the girl, you know,
  The exploits of beauties are countless...
  Because girls can fight,
  The steering wheel is strong, and the oars are powerful!
  Veronica nodded in agreement, performing a sweeping maneuver:
  - Yes! I can do it! And I can even handle Napoleon cognac.
  And the girl again performed the question mark maneuver, and she did it really well.
  And the fighter that had just burst into flames suddenly split in two, and now a bottle of Napoleon cognac was fighting a duel with another machine.
  "How much did this cost us?" General Kent asked his partner Hett sullenly as the fleet successfully passed the black hole, gliding along the orbit of a giant gas clot so dense that it created its own gravitational field.
  The beautiful girl answered in a crisp tone:
  "A decent number! Over fifteen thousand small ships were lost, and over a hundred thousand fighters. Five hundred strike platforms were shot down, with another eighty-three requiring major repairs. Two hundred ninety-six grappling vessels were lost, with another eighteen requiring repairs. Three hundred seventy-two cruisers, nine hundred thirty-one missile carriers, sixty heavily damaged-not counting tracking stations, reconnaissance robots, and minor damage."
  - Did they let the rofoshki have any blood?
  The girl laughed, baring her pearly teeth:
  - It's hard to count exactly, but about three times more than ours, if you take into account the large starships, in addition, almost eighty transports and nine ultra-battleship superships were shot down, and five, it seems, are so damaged that, at best, they will have to be sent to the rear.
  "Well, we certainly won't be demoted for this, but I'm not so sure about the reward. Basically, we were lucky the enemy wasn't prepared. They'll be much more cautious in the next battle."
  The girl squeaked:
  - Conclusion?
  - The chances are approximately equal, and the computer will give us a more detailed breakdown.
  The bare, tanned legs of the elf warrior, with their very graceful lines and seductive curves of the heels, flashed by.
  The warrior said coldly:
  - So upload the summary information.
  A minute later the computer reported:
  - The chances of the parties with optimal behavior on both sides are as follows: victory of the rofoshki is eighty-four percent, victory of the elves is eleven percent, a draw is five percent.
  - Not enough! - The general's face suddenly fell.
  - Optimal behavior is unlikely, give a forecast taking into account what the enemy has demonstrated in terms of control capabilities and what we are like.
  The computer calculated half a minute more and returned:
  The rofos have a sixty-four percent chance of winning, the elves have a twenty-five percent chance, and an eleven percent chance of a draw.
  "So, that means we're losing, though not by much. One chance in four. That's already better," said Marshal Gugnish.
  Veronica, meanwhile, was battling Napoleon cognac. And it was no coincidence that the tentacle-covered bottle bore such a menacing name and had a brightly colored label. She truly was fighting at the top of her game.
  And the girl programmer could not trap her or knock her down again.
  Moreover, she was also caught by the rays.
  Veronica felt her muscular body break out in sweat. And the programmer's bare, shapely feet were burning. But the warrior sang bravely:
  We will defeat the enemy, believe me,
  I believe we will tear the evil bottles apart...
  The bald Fuhrer, the carnivorous beast,
  But believe me, we will break his back!
  Then the girl sharply pressed the joystick buttons with her bare toes. The fighter jerked violently, and suddenly all the guns fired.
  And they hit a car with a seemingly invulnerable bottle in it. And it was shaken and melted.
  And then the cognac burst, and chocolates and candies scattered everywhere. And from them came vanilla, raisins, and all sorts of other delicious things.
  Veronica chirped:
  Ah, what a blessing,
  Eat all the candies...
  Chew chocolate for fun,
  Chew with pleasure!
  After which Veronica took it and winked again with her emerald and, at the same time, sapphire eyes, which pulsated like stars.
  The young program exclaimed:
  - Hyperquasar! You're an ultrapulsar!
  Veronica corrected:
  - Better to say: ultra-pulsar, you are a Hyperquasar!
  Cyborg Pinocchio chirped in response:
  - My imagination was amazed,
  Your image flashed like a comet's tail...
  You pierced me like lightning -
  With its starry, heavenly beauty!
  The female programmer confirmed:
  - You're like Pushkin! Super!
  Pinocchio the cyborg objected:
  - No! I'm not Pushkin, I'm a thousand times cooler!
  Veronica chirped, baring her teeth:
  - Yeah, Alexander Sergeyevich is nothing compared to you! You're the son of a powerful electronics engineer with hyperplasma in your processors!
  And the fighting pair once again rushed into battle with great fury, ready to demonstrate their highest level of lethal force and heroism.
  The image began to fade, and then disappeared completely. The girl commander moved away from the gigantic saucer, or rather, the hologram of the gravity visor that was performing an incomprehensible miracle. The elf who stood
  in the distance, she also recoiled, her face became sad, there were tears in her eyes.
  "What a horror!" said the girl commander.
  The elf said:
  "It's impossible to imagine anything like that. What if my father is fighting there, among the elves, and perhaps wounded or killed?"
  "It can't be ruled out!" Another elf sighed. "My homeland is on the brink of defeat. A hyperplasmic axe hangs over my civilization."
  The program boy perked up:
  "Hyperplasmic," you say, "but what is hyperplasm?" I've heard it many times, but I don't understand.
  An older and more experienced robot decided to be patient. He himself was not a physicist by education, but try to explain something like that, as he believed, to a savage, even an omnipotent one.
  Therefore, he decided to dodge a bit, to start from afar:
  In ancient times, when people were not only bound to a single planet but divided into many states, a certain knight, or, as they called it on Earth, King Trixh, arose. He decided it was time to end chaos and obscurantism. By this time, large factories were already being built, and rifles and cannons had appeared. Wars were becoming increasingly brutal and destructive, and witchcraft was dying out. Moreover, several religions declared witchcraft a mortal sin. The number of trials of those suspected of witchcraft is countless. The knight, on this matter, was initially of the same mind: wizards belonged at the stake, or at the stake. But it so happened that when he staged a competition for the best fighters-a kind of masked martial arts show-the winner was a frail-looking warrior. When the crown was placed on his head, the visiting Paladin removed his mask, and the face of a girl unlike any other human priestess was revealed to the public.
  Everyone was amazed; it was a female elf, a legendary race celebrated in ballads and legends. She extended her hand to Trikh, and her charming smile was captured by the finest artists.
  The knight fell in love with her, a woman of a different race, nicknamed Rerra. His passion was ardent, though not entirely understandable; we fauns and elves are so different. Different types, different species. Well, how can you explain a wolf falling in love with a cow? But the girl, strangely enough, reciprocated his feelings, and they soon married, despite the opposition of the neighboring knights. War broke out, but then the elf girl proved herself a shrewd diplomat. She managed to cunningly pit Trihkh's opponents against each other. They quickly, remembering petty grievances, engaged in a terrible struggle. Meanwhile, Trihkh's army was defeating them piecemeal. Rerra turned out to be a sorceress, like many elves, gifted with magic, and practical magic at that. As we later learned, this girl, because of her incredible idea, was misunderstood by her fellow humans, becoming an outcast. But for them, an outcast; for us, she became a true ruler. Ignoring prejudice, Rerra introduced a new religion that legitimized the practice of magic. Now, infants with magical abilities were sought from the cradle, and then trained in special schools. It was then that scientific academies emerged. The great sorceress Rerra attempted to combine magic and science. Soon, the empire acquired a new, previously unseen weapon, and it conquered the planet. Trixh grew old and died: elves, then, lived longer than fauns. And elven women outnumbered elves seven to one. Rerra became the sovereign empress. She desired access to space. The first step was a flight to the sphere-the very one for which the battle is now being waged. Then the process of atomic explosion was discovered. Superheavy elements exploded into pieces as they reached critical mass. Magic was used to enhance this process. Then, with the help of scientists, Rerra realized that energy could be extracted from the fusion of hydrogen nuclei, a process that occurs on stars. But the actual creation of a hydrogen bomb was achieved through the use of spells. From that moment on, the conquest of the sphere began.
  Veronica saw this too, and she's a tough warrior, she also remembered something from her existence as the Almighty Female Deity, in one of the previous lives of the immortal soul, and said:
  - Could you tell us in more detail how to produce a hydrogen bomb? It"s probably more powerful than a gunpowder explosion.
  The robot boy laughed, and the other child programs nodded approvingly:
  - Of course it's more powerful! A bomb as small as our tower can explode like a kilometer-wide keg of gunpowder.
  - Wow! - the beautiful girl Veronica whistled. - Colossal.
  The more seasoned robot continued to tell his story with rapture:
  "But for space travel at speeds faster than the speed of light, even this energy is insufficient." Rerra remained outwardly youthful, but death was approaching her too. Nevertheless, toward the end of her life, she and her students comprehended annihilation energy. This is when matter differs in charge-positive or negative, positive or negative. Naturally, even electron clouds are spun in different directions, and when they collide, unknown forces are released.
  Veronica became interested in this:
  - Tell me more about electron clouds.
  The cyborg boy, who himself is from the space age, continued:
  All atoms consist of a nucleus and electron clouds formed by the rotation of electrons and positrons. It's like planets orbiting the sun, only the rotation speed is incomparably higher. Trillions of revolutions around the nucleus per second.
  During annihilation, electrons collide, and the nuclei themselves, consisting of protons and neutrons, collide with tremendous force. A monstrous explosion occurs, releasing a furious amount of energy more than a thousand times greater than that produced by a hydrogen bomb.
  Veronica whistled:
  - It's a total madhouse!
  Pinocchio the cyborg nodded in agreement:
  - The devil is cool - demons will inspire!
  The commander program continued for him:
  "And to reverse the polarity of the charges, magic is needed. The so-called wave spell, created by Rerra. It's not just shaking the air in a certain order, but a specific sequence in the movement of waves. It influences the set of fields in space, and those, in turn, influence the material world. A kind of resonance effect. The wave excites the small strings, from which it passes to the larger ones, resulting in music so loud that it shakes the rocks."
  "And waves are like ripples, but not in the air, but in spatial fields!" Veronica clarified.
  The commander program nodded.
  - Yes, you understood me correctly!
  The cyborg boy confirmed, his eyes shining as he received a previously unknown knowledge:
  "This is magic of a higher order. Now tell me more about hyperplasm."
  The commander program continued:
  "They also call it magic hyperplasma. Naturally, annihilation energy was the prologue to the discovery of thermoquark energy. And here, more powerful magic was needed. Elves don't get sick in old age; they're healthy and energetic, yet they sense the approach of death. So, Rerra, seeing that she didn't have much time left, invited her successor, Zenna, the most powerful magician of the elven race. By this time, the fauns had already spread across the sphere and penetrated other worlds, becoming a wealthy empire. So to be their ruler was an honor even for the proud elves. And together, they plotted the next step in conquering the universe.
  At that moment, a gravity visor saucer standing at the edge of the hall
  It lit up again and characteristic sounds were heard.
  "He's calling again. I'll tell you this story later!" said the command program.
  Veronica added philosophically:
  - Besides, I would not want you to use new knowledge to the detriment of other beings.
  The program children and the cyborg laughed.
  Cyborg Pinocchio giggled:
  "And how can you, humans, in a world practically in antiquity, compare to us in terms of development, take advantage of this? You haven't received precise information. And the command program isn't giving you enough details to suggest that it would be possible to make a hydrogen bomb, much less an annihilation one."
  The program girl noted with an expert air:
  Annihilation is simpler, despite its enormous power. Furthermore, the reaction's strength varies depending on the substance used in the annihilation. Iron and related elements produce the greatest effect.
  Veronica feigned surprise:
  - And why!?
  The commander program patiently explained:
  - The optimal combination of valence, the balance of protons and neutrons in the nuclei. This allows for the maximum number of particles to be utilized. After all, the power of gunpowder depends on the balance of elements.
  Pinocchio the cyborg jumped up and exclaimed:
  - You bet! But we'll see what happens next in this interesting epic.
  The chatter is over. It's time to get back into the fight without thinking twice.
  Veronica readily agreed:
  - Fighting in a game is much better than listening to quasi-scientific lectures about hyperplasma and thermoquarks!
  And now the fighting pair is back in the game, which is so reminiscent of a real space battle, and it's so cool.
  Veronica executed a creaking python evasive maneuver and pounced on the two-seater, where the two chocolate-covered gingerbread men were sitting. And this rather powerful fighter jet burst into flames.
  And the gingerbread cookies were also fried and completely peeled off.
  Veronica took it and sang:
  - These are the delicious things here,
  We are fighters, not turtles!
  Pinocchio the cyborg also set another car on fire with virtual magoplasma and hissed:
  There will be order in the numbers,
  I will also be honored...
  A cyborg needs only rhyme,
  A cyborg needs only rhyme,
  Robots need an account!
  Meanwhile, the gravity visor saucer is in colossal holograms
  expanded. Sparkling garlands of stars and the nimble, streamlined contours of starships began to appear. Some resembled fish, others like roughly hewn stones, and still others resembled driftwood.
  The fleet of predatory rofoshki seemed to have received reinforcements on the move. It slowed down, approaching a belt of frantic pulsars, where enormous, sometimes planet-sized, blobs of plasma move rapidly along twisting trajectories, with matter particles frantically darting between them. This region was known as the womb of cosmic Gehenna. The armada of dark children's ships began to reorganize, executing complex maneuvers. The purpose of this maneuver was to prepare for a possible collision with enemy starships.
  Victoria fought aggressively, performing baseball-style maneuvers. She bounced and flipped around so much, it was just terrifying. What an aggressor! What a stunt. And then a pack of Marlboros came flying out at her from a fighter jet-something like that, in computer games.
  What an ornate composition. And the girl suddenly presses the button with her belly button.
  And a burst of energy, the cigarette car burns with a bright flame. And it smokes with toxic smoke.
  Pinocchio the cyborg jumped from the meridian pole. He jumped out, doing a somersault. And his strike hit a two-seater fighter jet, which was covered right in the dive with two bottles of Bavarian beer. That was so cool.
  When they exploded, pink foam poured out like from a fire extinguisher.
  The trolls had noticeably smartened up; their plasma computers had accurately calculated that this area could become the site of an ambush by an enemy far more cunning and sophisticated than previously thought. Now the army was preparing for any eventuality. The space marshal issued the corresponding orders in a squeaky voice. The Rofoshka had performed similar maneuvers in training exercises before, and their personnel had been intensively training, acquiring and reinforcing their skills.
  To replenish the losses, equipment storage facilities, specialized metal alloys, and energy reserves were reactivated. Repair bases were consolidated into factories that repaired starships mid-flight, and even created new ones. They could be seen circling the damaged, massive forms of aircraft carriers and ultra-battleships. Welding sparkled, plasma beams poured, and gravitational currents erupted, shaping the ionized metal into any shape. Some of these conglomerates were destroyed during the Faunus attack, but many remained. These included robots resembling hundred-armed squids, as well as specialized mages who cast structural restoration spells. They worked in large groups, clinging to the starship, muttering through loudspeaker-like magical amplifiers.
  Veronica, having performed a cascade roll and knocked out another enemy fighter in a confident dive, said:
  - We won't let the king stalemate! It'll be a furious battle!
  Cyborg Pinocchio caught another space plane and squeaked:
  - Accuracy and truth are on our side!
  Veronica, twitching her bare, tanned, seductive, muscular legs, said:
  - Accuracy is the politeness of kings!
  And she slightly played with her well-defined abdominal muscles.
  In addition, local wizards tried to conjure something more serious, something that was included in the arsenal of magical fighters.
  The sorcerers began tossing some seeds. A small spot appeared, gradually growing. The wizards surrounded it in a flock. They shouted into their megaphones.
  "Funny!" Veronica said. "It reminds me of a cannibal ritual."
  A bud appeared, at first the size of a beer keg, then it grew larger, first the size of a barn, then a medieval castle, and finally an ultra-battleship. The bud began to unfurl, transforming into something between a carnation and a tulip. The petals began to flutter, darting in different directions, transforming into plasma-spewing winged dogs. They released gravitic waves that tossed the rofoshki starships in all directions.
  The shock, however, wasn't particularly strong. Veronica, kicking her beautiful legs and flexing her abdominal muscles while shooting down another fighter jet, was surprised:
  - Are these giant phantoms?
  "Something like that, only more tangible than it seems at first glance," said the cyborg Pinocchio, aiming a fireball at an enemy-in this case, a bottle of Agdam wine in a fighter jet-while taking a bite of a chocolate candy. "It's a type of magical hyperplasma, with a greater component of magic than pure hyperenergy. That is, magic is mixed with physical manifestations here, but the latter is present to a lesser degree."
  Veronica remarked harshly, scratching the keyboard with a gold-encrusted fork while simultaneously pressing the joystick buttons with her bare toes:
  - I see, more witchcraft - less science!
  After which, the girl will pull out a trick - a saber-toothed python, and will perform a jack-in-the-box trick.
  And he will roar at the top of his lungs:
  - Kill, kill, the evil orc - the degenerate,
  Kill, kill, you troll aristocrat!
  Nugget is my idol, I love you vampire!
  Well, goblins in hell, roasting fatties on a bitch!
  And this time the fighter jet was destroyed by three pilots, in this case one donut and two cheesecakes with legs.
  Under the influence of the flying sorcerers' commands, the dogs, apparently of the setter breed, lined up, apparently obedient creatures.
  The Troll Hypermarshal muttered:
  "Rofoshka is smarter than dogs and will make them obey. It's not for nothing that fauns have a canine nature."
  A pretty female general with a proboscis twirled around the hologram and said breathlessly:
  "How can we go on a campaign without a dragon? We'll be like a mammoth tiger without fangs."
  "They'll cast more spells! I've already given the order!" The Space Hypermarshal waved his hand. The emitter rose into the air and beeped:
  - What do you need, lord?
  - I'm a hypermarshal! A box full of grub!
  A pile of food appeared next to the Rofoshka dignitary. Among them, a cake shaped like a faun battleship stood out. However, contrary to its proportions, horned cosmonauts danced on it.
  "This is my favorite!" The High Marshal began devouring the cream and incense figurines.
  The female general said:
  "In my wild youth, I ran a brothel with prostitutes. They catered to the local mafia. There was one bitch who was constantly ripping off her clients. Eventually, she stumbled upon someone too famous, and they busted her."
  The Hypermarshal stated:
  - In some establishments, for a fee, you can even take part in the cooking process, either of your compatriot, which is more expensive, or of another type, which is cheaper.
  And the dignitary girl chirped out a reply:
  - Now other tortures are in fashion, in particular, those using microcomputers.
  And the roar of an animal in magnificent epaulettes in response:
  "That's exactly the kind of thing we need to use. It's harder to capture a prisoner in space battles, but several of the types escaping in modules and capsules disabled their self-destruct programs. So we managed to catch them."
  A force field flew into the office. It held a charming elf. These creatures lived longer and clung to life more strongly.
  The hypermarshal rubbed his greasy hands, the emitter released a wave that absorbed the particle.
  - Well, now we have an elf. We can really crack him.
  The naked colonel resembled an athletically built man, only with an overly thin waist and narrow hips. He was certainly a gentleman, handsome, but his overly voluminous hairdo had a womanish quality to it, with golden hair and a girl's smooth, hairless face. So from a human perspective, the elf was of questionable appeal. The programmer, Veronica, however, took a liking to him. The warrior, having tossed and left a smoke trail from the fighter jet with the meatball, asked breathlessly, drumming her bare toes on the keyboard:
  - Are they really going to burn this sweet young man?
  The girl commander laughed:
  "He's not a young man for his age (elves just all look like teenagers), and fire is too primitive. They'll find a better and more effective torture."
  "This experience can be useful to us!" said the cyborg Pinocchio. "The art of interrogation is most necessary for a tyrant."
  In response, Veronica said with a smile, before sending another fighter with a chocolate bar into the annihilation cloud:
  - Torturing is disgusting, interrogation is necessary!
  The colonel tried to maintain a semblance of composure, but he was trembling slightly. His mind was probably racing with thoughts of how to keep his guard down while still preserving his precious life.
  The High Marshal asked him a question:
  - What are your command's plans?
  The captive elf replied:
  "I'm a simple colonel and know no more than I need to know. At the last moment, commands are transmitted to us, and my starship moves according to the received orders."
  The hypermarshal raised his head:
  "So, it turns out you're smart, too. You know how to get out of this. But that won't help you at all. Tell me how your starships appear and disappear so instantly."
  The elf tensed up and spoke in a weak voice:
  "I don't know the technical details, as I'm not a physicist by training. I don't really need them. I'm a cog in the military machine; I simply give a command and receive an order, and the starship instantly leaps into space."
  Here the girl with the sultanka on her head squealed:
  - What about inertia?
  The colonel answered in a trembling voice:
  - Even on your ships it is dampened by antigravity.
  The girl laughed and, clearly delighted, said:
  - All clear, all the better, let's begin the torture. Call the ultra-executioner.
  A large robot with multiple tentacles flew into the hall, followed by a disgusting, very fat, long-nosed troll. Its short legs could be seen lazily shuffling.
  - I am at your service, space giant!
  - See this "elf," try nanotechnology on him.
  Looking more like a boar than a predator, the big-nosed freak licked his thick, green lips and hissed:
  - With pleasure.
  The troll took out a remote control and began making signs to the robot. It began to move, its tentacles moving against the elf's forehead, neck, ankles, and wrists.
  - Don't forget his hair! It's so lush, and it will send an incredible signal of pain.
  - And it will be! - The troll grinned grimly.
  Pinkish beams erupted from the robot's tentacles, striking various parts of the elf's body. He hung there, cowering, the force field preventing him from moving, not even an inch. However, even though the beams penetrated him, the handsome man felt no pain.
  Victoria continued to fight. Here's another enemy. In this case, it was a two-seater fighter jet with a Chupa Chups candy and a lollipop. And these treats also crumbled into tiny pieces.
  However, with the other part of her electronically enhanced brain, the girl programmer was monitoring other parts of the game.
  "What's the point of torture?" Veronica asked, after performing another maneuver. "It burns him like lasers."
  The commander program shook its head:
  - No! Micro-robots have entered the body. They will now attach themselves to various organs on the body, primarily those with many nerve endings, and will begin sending pain impulses. And some of the tiny chips will act directly on the brain, intensifying the nightmares. In other words, it will be the quintessence of a nightmare.
  The distant daughter of the Gods, performing intricate maneuvers, knocking down another vehicle, this time with a pair of orcs, partially remembered something. Her knowledge was practically endless, but limited, albeit by nanotechnology, by her human body. And the warrior-programmer muttered:
  - Tiny computers!
  The girl commander confirmed:
  "Imagine there are ants crawling inside your body, capable of secreting pain acid. Only in this case, it would be even more terrifying."
  The troll turned on the hologram, and a three-dimensional projection of the body of a muscular elf with smooth, hairless, tanned, boyish skin appeared in front of him.
  "That's it, my little one!" the troll said with exaggeratedly sweetness. "We'll regulate your pain. We'll start with a thousandth of a percent." A hooked finger ran over the scanner.
  The girl with the sultanka squeaked:
  - It's a pleasure to torment such a cute one!
  The elf winced and began to twitch. He even began to squirm a little.
  "It doesn't hurt yet, but it will now. We'll increase the load on your kidneys, you have three of them," the troll said mockingly.
  After this, the elf colonel's face twisted and he groaned loudly.
  - Oh! And I've only just begun. How about I feel my liver?
  The color on the hologram grew darker, and the elf twitched, trying to clutch his stomach with his hands. Invisible bonds held him tightly.
  The troll chuckled with satisfaction:
  - And now the stomach, there are two of them, so the pain will be double.
  It was pitiful to look at the elf, he moaned louder and louder.
  - And now the heart, there are two of them, these elves are a thrifty people.
  Veronica could see this during the battle. She had just shot down a fighter jet carrying another dose of poison in the form of Java cigarettes, setting them ablaze like a torch. But the sight of the handsome young man being tortured was unpleasant to her.
  Veronica turned away:
  - I don't want to look at this.
  "I also think there's nothing interesting in torture," agreed Cyborg Pinocchio.
  "Now let's fry the brain..." the troll began, and his image cut off, almost immediately giving way to outer space. It showed sorcerers in spacesuits performing a ritual over a lizard.
  And so the reptile rapidly grows in size and develops wings. And its head, initially one, begins to split into two. First two heads, then a third emerges. It seems like an inflatable toy, it's growing so rapidly. And yet, it frightens everyone.
  "It's a dragon!" the barefoot beauty Veronica said in admiration, continuing to burn the car with a bottle of liquor this time. "And it's as huge as an ultra-battleship. Where can you see something like that?"
  Pinocchio the cyborg, continuing to pummel his enemies, in particular, shooting down an entire boat with a crew made up of chocolate raisin candies, growled and replied:
  "Wave spells, the power of hyperplasm and magic create such monsters. It's understandable! It's incomprehensible!"
  The programmer Veronica rubbed her temples and said with admiration, and not feigned admiration:
  - I've seen so many wonderful things in the last few hours that my head is spinning.
  Just as a top spins, so does the "dragon" spin its rings.
  Indeed, a fiery, iridescent bubble flew out of the dragon's mouth. It spun. The colossal monster closed its mouth, and the ball flew back.
  Veronica hit a car carrying two bottles of Coke, which also exploded, spraying emerald sparks and whistling. The sorcerers whispered. The dragon continued to move its paws.
  A hairy witch, clearly not of the Rofosh race, appeared behind him. She carried a huge ladle. She launched four arms, which unceremoniously tossed chiseled figurines into the vacuum. They shifted, and after a short while, armies began to form.
  They looked extremely unusual against the backdrop of the ultra-modern starships. Imagine a typical medieval setting, with heralds blowing horns. The steel ranks straightened out. Dinosaurs began to appear. Not like those on Earth-there are, after all, significant differences in fauna on different planets-but no less terrifying. There were also siege towers, mighty ballistas, and ornate catapults.
  Veronica, looking at this amazing spectacle, exclaimed:
  - Wow, how can this be!
  Pinocchio the cyborg replied:
  - It's a long story! More precisely, absolutely anything is possible in the Hypernet. Just like in a computer game!
  The programmer nodded, hitting another car, and said:
  - Even if the game is not played according to the rules,
  We wish you good luck,
  And there will be entertainment until the morning -
  We'll break through, sucker!
  Although the army moved in a vacuum, it seemed as if the warriors, as well as their horses and unicorns, were walking on a solid surface. The shudder of the vacuum and the shriek of gravitational fields could even be heard.
  
  GULLIVER AND THE ARMY OF GIRLS
  ANNOTATION
  And now the brave and inimitable Gulliver, together with the Viscountess, commands an entire army of barefoot and glamorous girls. And they perform real and unique miracles. The furry orcs suffer defeat after defeat.
  CHAPTER No. 1
  Gulliver, that eternal boy, and his crew of lads were stopped for a rest once again when the sun hid behind the horizon. They first had a rather filling meal, though the food turned out to be simple. Then they went to bed.
  Young, tired bodies contributed to the fact that sleep came very quickly.
  And Gulliver saw something new and beautiful;
  Very beautiful girls were moving across the field. They were young, slender, tall, and muscular. A whole army of girls, their bare feet shining, pink, with gracefully curved heels.
  Only the girls' breasts are covered by thin plates of armor, and the panties on their hips are barely noticeable, like fig leaves.
  And yet they have full breasts, voluptuous hips, and thin waists. And their abs look like they're lined with chocolate bars.
  Very beautiful girls, who have both muscles and grace. And their hair flutters in the wind like multicolored banners.
  They are armed-some with swords, some with bows, and many of the girls with darts. They are almost naked, yet so feminine, curvy, powerful, and slender all at once.
  The girls have masculine chins and an inimitable grace when they walk quickly with bare feet.
  Gulliver even whistled:
  - This is so cool! What women!
  He himself remains a boy of about twelve, wearing only shorts, but with strong, defined muscles. And very handsome with his bare torso-a child Hercules.
  And the girls around are also beautiful and muscular, with very sexy and expressive figures.
  The infantry with painted beauties moves ahead.
  And behind them comes the cavalry: also almost completely naked girls, only on horses, and the more noble ones on unicorns. And among the beauties are commanders. And these girls have bracelets of platinum, silver, gold, and studded with precious stones on their arms and legs.
  More precisely, on their wrists and ankles. They also have precious brooches in their hair and diamond earrings in their ears. How magnificent it all looks.
  All the girls are grown up. Only the familiar Viscountess, along with Gulliver, looks like a child.
  But on her head she wears a crown, sparkling with stones like stars. And the barefoot boy Gulliver felt the royal crown on his head. Even though he's only wearing shorts, and a saber dangles from a sash at his side.
  But what a saber it is - covered in such bright jewels that even diamonds would be insignificant in comparison.
  Well, of course, Gulliver is the only man in this entire army. And if he's just a child, he's a very strong man with well-defined muscles.
  And the warriors march on, their bare calves, veined under their golden-olive skin, flashing.
  Well, of course, how can you not sing, beauties;
  The dashing girls are fighting for Elfia,
  They are very proud and the sons of Svarog...
  Our beauty hits so accurately with a machine gun,
  Satan's servants will not be able to break us!
  
  We fought bravely, we fought against orcishism,
  We will defeat the evil Orkmacht, even though the enemy is strong...
  I believe we will soon see communism,
  The maple tree's leaves turn golden, bright!
  
  There is no better country than ours, no more beautiful communism,
  So that our Fatherland may blossom radiantly...
  Light-winged happiness will come to the planet,
  And may the dream of a better life soon come true!
  
  Believe our Elfia, it will become a great happiness,
  Mary, Lada, mother of the Gods, will rule...
  We will stop the hellish onslaught of the wild orkmacht,
  And no need for unnecessary and memorized words!
  
  The enemy will not be able to rip out the girls' hearts,
  We, the fighters, sharpened our sharp, furious sword...
  The voices of beauties are very ringing,
  And we will be able to cut through the orcish hordes!
  
  Know that we elf-soldiers will never give up,
  We'll put down all the orcs with the sharpest blade...
  Let the faces of our girls shine with gold,
  And we'll punch the orc player in the face!
  
  A barefoot girl rushes through the harsh snowdrifts,
  The machine gun actively fires lightning bolts...
  All that's left for you, orcs, to do is drown yourself,
  Because the Fatherland is a monolithic fortress!
  
  We will defeat the orcs, even though they have the power of the world,
  Uncle Fam decided to play along with the Fritzes in this battle.
  They made an idol out of Adolf,
  And now I have a glorious army of girls against them!
  
  Here the evil battles rage in this battle of the elf-soldiers,
  They crush the orcists, albeit in an unequal fight...
  The girl's voice from the silver is so clear,
  The beauty will not succumb to Orkler-Satan!
  
  Our elven-light destiny is to win continuously,
  Although the orcish armada knows no number...
  And we hit tough Orkdolf hard in the jaw,
  The working Elfskva did not give in to the attack!
  
  There are already snowdrifts, and the girls are barefoot,
  A bare heel flashes like a rabbit's trail...
  The elf-milkwomen are so dashing in battle,
  Believe me, the enemy will not see the dawn!
  
  Do not give the orcsists any mercy in battle,
  Their army will burn in hell like a devil...
  We will receive rewards from the hands of Elphisus,
  It will be very fierce, the elf girls' bear!
  
  If we need to turn back, all the mountains are covered with snow,
  And we will stand in the universe of light, the paradise of elfinism...
  Fortunately, we opened fire from the guns of the Aurora,
  And cruel orcism was cast down into hell!
  
  Elfingrad did not give in, we stood firm under it,
  Though a horde of steel and hell burst forth...
  Girls, with bare feet, threw grenades,
  Because there is only one Homeland for elf-milks!
  
  I believe we will be in Orklin, even though things are tough,
  The Orks have "Panthers", "Tigers", "Lions", "Orcdinand"!
  The girl pulled the chain mail over her shoulders,
  That's why elf-soldiers are talented in fierce battle!
  
  The young girl's heart is given to Elphisus,
  Elfnin and Phtalin also live in passionate faith...
  So that there are no more skillful doubts,
  Let's say firmly and strongly that Orkdolf is kaput!
  
  We will crush the dragon president with our swords,
  And we will destroy his gang for centuries...
  We will trample the hordes of orcish girls under our feet,
  Let the light come true, holy dream!
  
  Give people freedom to their thoughts and feelings,
  So that the star of Elvenism shines like the Sun...
  That's why our porridge with butter will be so thick,
  May our sister's eternal youth be with us forever!
  
  When the light comes, the Fatherland will sparkle...
  May our Fatherland be glorious for centuries...
  We will build the peaks, believe me, Elfinism,
  The power of the elven spirit, fighter, is great!
  
  Here Elfia is ready to become kinder and more beautiful,
  And help the whole world move towards the happiness of paradise...
  We are capable of conquering even the boundaries of the universe,
  Bring the boundless universe to happiness with the power to do so!
  
  But Elfia will not be under the heel of the evil orc,
  Because he has a true talent for battle...
  In our dance, girls, it"s so lively,
  What the beauty will get, believe any result!
  
  Soon the era of the radiant sun will come,
  When the glory of the Fatherland will bloom luxuriantly...
  Our army fights bravely against the hellish Orkmacht,
  And he will be able to sweep away the horde of evil orcs!
  
  Glory to Holy Lada, our Mother of God,
  You gave birth to Perun, and Yarilo of the ages...
  The hopeless mess will not receive faith,
  If you spend a lot, you will be speechless!
  
  The most important ruler is Elfin the Great,
  Elnin bequeathed to him the wisest path to Eden...
  Because Elfisif is the lord of light,
  And at some point, for fighters, it"s ideal!
  
  The orcs won't be able to fool the Fatherland,
  And cut off Elfskva from Elfgi, from Elfbiri...
  I believe that the elves of light will live under Elvenism,
  And I, a girl, will erase Orkdolf's power!
  
  Victory will come soon, it is as sure as the sun,
  Soon there will be a radiance like the rays of a quasar...
  And believe me, Elfia, Elvenism will develop,
  Well, if you don"t believe me, you better keep quiet!
  
  The science of Elvenism will soon resurrect the dead,
  Her wisdom is boundless, as great as a quasar...
  We will defeat the orcs with our cheerful spirit,
  Let's not give in to the temptation of a gold bag!
  
  Well, in short, this hellish time will pass,
  We girls will enter Okrlin in red...
  And our boundless burden will end,
  Because we will take our happiness by force!
  When girls sing, they sing with all their hearts. Gulliver may be a boy, but he's still a man and admires them very much.
  These are really cool girls.
  The boy captain sang:
  There are women in our Elfia,
  What do they drive, jokingly airplane...
  What is the most beautiful thing in the universe,
  He'll kill the enemy with a joke!
  
  They are born to win,
  To glorify the Elf for centuries...
  After all, our great grandfathers,
  They were going to collect everything for them at once!
  And the boy, stomping along with his bare, childish, tanned, strong legs, began to whistle.
  And from his sound, the cone fell and hit the girl right on her bare, pink sole.
  She laughed and replied:
  I pinched my pretty finger,
  Like burning in fire,
  There a mighty boy is waiting for me there,
  On a golden horse!
  Gulliver winked at the girl and noted:
  - Well, to be honest,
  I've been a terrible nasty person since childhood!
  He loved to beat girls with a stick,
  Get on your parents' nerves!
  And the boy captain took it and showed his long tongue.
  The Viscountess chirped:
  - Well, you're something else! You write really well!
  Gulliver noted:
  - I write quite well sometimes - yes!
  And he winked at his partner. In any case, he's a guy with a pretty devastating punch.
  And the girls are moving with the intention of fighting, and their mood has become extremely combative and aggressive.
  The boy warrior sang:
  Even though God has forbidden duels,
  But I feel I have a talent for the sword...
  I fight seven times a week,
  Although I'm not a duelist!
  Although I'm not a duelist!
  The Viscountess sang in response:
  I'm a girl who clearly has views,
  And she showed her top class in the fight!
  But she still cried from resentment -
  Why were you born a girl!
  The warrior girls continued to march, their slender, muscular bodies flexing. These were truly female warriors.
  Gulliver asked his companion, the Viscountess:
  - Where are we leading our army?
  The girl giggled and replied:
  - We're definitely heading somewhere! And this fight will be decisive for us!
  The boy captain remarked:
  "When I found myself in a world where horses were the most intelligent creatures instead of people, I thought nothing could get any weirder. But then it turned out there are also eternal children. And not such stupid ones, either!"
  The girl objected
  "We could have developed technologically even more. But you see, there's no incentive. Especially not to introduce gunpowder, rifles, cannons, or maybe even worse, into our beautiful, harmonious world!"
  Gulliver nodded in agreement:
  - It could be worse! But right now, you're living in an idyll. And even if they knock out a tooth, a new one will grow in within a few hours.
  The Viscountess nodded and chirped:
  I so want my childhood to never end,
  So that it would rush after me...
  Not knowing the years!
  Without knowing any troubles!
  The boy captain nodded with a smile:
  - Yes, that's probably great...
  The girls who were marching, and there were many thousands of them, took and sang in chorus:
  The rain scattered star fragments across the sky,
  We've prepared a sharpened stake for orcism!
  Tiger tanks are just junk - from a dirty flea market,
  The Wehrmacht is facing a sudden and furious defeat!
  The Wehrmacht is facing a sudden and furious defeat!
  
  Our comrade Elfin is the leader - the power of millions,
  He has a granite fist and a machine gun in his hand!
  We will be able to defeat the army from Sodom,
  The monolith of our strength is for happiness on Earth!
  The monolith of our strength is for happiness on Earth!
  
  Our party has more important things to do,
  How to save the people's and the Motherland's good!
  Febbels is a madman to hell with nonsense,
  And victory will come, believe me, in spite of all the devils!
  And victory will come, believe me, in spite of all the devils!
  
  The elven beauty of light is famous for her power,
  She has a heavy blond braid!
  And in battles with the orcs the youth will become famous,
  The Bright Country will come to life, rising up into the sky!
  The Bright Country will come to life, rising up into the sky!
  
  Don't let Orkler - they'll stick their snouts to the elves,
  The mustachioed guy thinks he's a cool God!
  We will march along Orklinskaya Street,
  No, he who is pure in soul will not become a slave!
  No, he who is pure in soul will not become a slave!
  
  Our banner is red, the color of furious blood,
  The sun will already be shining on the Orkstag!
  There is no more generous gift for our dear children,
  If the heart is brave and fear is crushed!
  If the heart is brave and fear is crushed!
  This song is truly inspiring. And behind the girls rode catapults and ballistas with powerful projectiles. It was an extremely lethal force. And the girls also stomped their very seductive and strong legs.
  Gulliver asked his partner a very natural question:
  - Why are there no men among the warriors?
  The Viscountess laughed in response, remarking:
  "And then the army needs men? They're smelly and unpleasant to look at. Boys are okay, but grown men, especially older ones, are simply disgusting!"
  Gulliver logically noted:
  - Age, however, spoils not only men, but also women!
  The Viscountess nodded in agreement:
  - That's true! But still, women lose their attractiveness when they're over thirty-five, and men when they're over fifteen! There's a significant difference, you see!
  The boy captain remarked:
  - I don't really care about the beauty of teenage boys! The main thing is that women are beautiful, and most importantly, affectionate and smart!
  The girl laughed and replied:
  - That's right! Beauty is certainly good, even wonderful, but intelligence matters too!
  Gulliver sang:
  Well, why?
  It is impossible to live according to your mind!
  Well, why?
  You can't trust anyone!
  Well, why?
  I'm a first-grader in my mind!
  Well, why?
  I talk nonsense all the time!
  Well, why?
  Life teaches us nothing!
  Well, why?
  People are getting stupid, I don"t understand!
  Well, why not!
  Well, why not!
  The girl viscountess answered confidently:
  - And on the head of cabbage!
  The beautiful warrior maidens stumbled upon the first, albeit small, detachment of orcs. The beauties stopped immediately. Their bare, sculpted feet began to draw the bowstrings and spin the cylinders of their crossbows.
  The girls here are incredibly cute and sexy, wearing bikinis and fighting practically naked, and I must say, they're simply stunning. And if men see them, they'll definitely kneel and passionately kiss their bare, pink, slightly roughened, but all the more attractive, soles, scented with the enticing aroma of healthy, strong bodies.
  Arrows and crossbow bolts flew in a high arc, riddling the orcs with arrows like a hedgehog with needles. And it was quite spectacular to see.
  And the girls here are simply a great and unique delight, and they have very strong muscles, and at the same time they look beautiful.
  And so the first squad of orcs was exterminated, and the magnificent girls did not receive a scratch.
  Gulliver, this eternal boy, stamped his bare foot and sang:
  - You girls are great,
  Just supermen...
  We will sow cucumbers,
  And without knowing the measure!
  The Viscountess winked at her vis-à-vis and chirped:
  - My captain, this is your command,
  You'll probably break into pieces...
  Go away boy, you're very drunk,
  Otherwise you'll get into trouble, just watch out, you'll get into trouble!
  The girls marched, stamping their graceful, bronzed, and unusually seductive legs.
  And every beauty's breasts are simply delightful. Well, how can you not flirt with such girls?
  Gulliver looked at the little viscountess who was walking next to him and remarked:
  - You would have been better as an adult!
  The girl laughed and replied:
  - What was there behind, look back,
  Don't be ashamed to recognize yourself as a baby,
  I will help that many years have flown by, run by,
  Smile, Gulliver, smile!
  The boy captain winked at the girl, who, despite her noble origins, was stamping her bare, graceful feet on the sharp stones of the road.
  And she certainly looked a bit funny. So richly and elegantly dressed, yet her feet were bare, as if she were a beggar.
  However, Gulliver noted:
  - For a child, you are adorable!
  The Viscountess stamped her bare foot for the umpteenth time and growled:
  "Your compliments, boy in shorts, are worthless! So I can't get any real money from this!"
  The boy nodded:
  - Alas! Everyone always has problems with money!
  The girl squealed in frustration, and her bare, round heel crushed the pebble, striking it with such force. It's amazing that a child, especially a member of the fair sex, can possess so much strength. What a beauty-super!
  And the Viscountess squeaked:
  - Sing, little flower, don't be shy!
  Gulliver asked with visible surprise:
  - What to sing about?
  The girl declared decisively, angrily stamping her bare, tanned foot, slightly roughened from walking barefoot for so long:
  - About love, of course! What else is there to sing about!
  The boy captain nodded and began to sing with obvious pleasure, performing in his clear, boyish voice:
  My imagination was struck,
  Everything became bright, like in October!
  And we'll stick a pitchfork in the evil demon's side,
  And it will be so wonderful on Earth!
  
  Such stars in our universe-
  Some are rubies, others are diamonds!
  We collect tribute from the wicked -
  A blow like a hammer and not in the eyebrow, but in the eye!
  
  The shop windows where the quasars are,
  The radiant hippodrome sparkles!
  There are gaping wounds in my soul -
  It's as if a major pogrom had taken place there!
  
  They will curl like the curls of a comet,
  Lamb shine - the Milky Way is shining!
  O immortal deeds sung of,
  May Frus live in eternal glory!
  
  What can a sad person do?
  Just let a tear fall from your blue eyes...
  When everything around is gray and hateful,
  When you wait with hope for a thunderstorm in June.
  
  Stretch your unfortunate lips with a smile -
  Understand that the world is not a forest of berries.
  The girl will immediately bare her teeth at you,
  In it you will realize a reasonable dream!
  And so the young warrior went and sang. And it looked extremely beautiful and more than wonderful.
  The Viscountess noted:
  - You sing well! But are you capable of creating something more serious?
  Gulliver said in a humble tone:
  - What could be more serious than songs?
  The girl stuck her tongue out at him and replied:
  - Something that brings joy and, on top of that, health!
  The boy captain jumped up and down like a hare and sang:
  You are my great Motherland,
  The tsunami wars violently threw-
  After all, the army is a mighty family,
  Let's cast evil down from its pedestal into Gehenna!
  
  What a heavenly radiant light,
  Comes from the hearts of the Fatherland's fighters.
  Let the feat of the knights be sung,
  We won't regret it, believe me!
  
  The enemy received a big present,
  And he has many different weapons...
  Now, imagine this moment has arrived,
  Chernobog's fury poured out violently!
  
  This is how it happened, my knights,
  The radiant Fatherland suffers!
  The report only showed zeros,
  And once again the hellish Cain triumphs!
  
  Orkshism is strong, the roaring horde,
  But not to bring the Saxons to their knees!
  After all, the wise Elfin is with us forever-
  And the fair theorist Fenin!
  
  We will be able to crush the Wehrmacht - I know,
  And no matter how cunning this dragon was...
  We will cut him down with our swords,
  I am a knight devoted to my Motherland and my lady!
  
  Let the dignity be mighty in that,
  To reach the borders of Orklin!
  Let us become worthy of the exploits of our fathers,
  After all, our army is invincible in battle!
  
  When we come and make the dream come true,
  The holy cause - the cause of communism!
  I'll walk the girl down the aisle,
  To posterity the banner of honor and altruism!
  That's how bravely and passionately the warrior boy Gulliver sang. And the girls who marched alongside him clapped their hands. Some even jumped up and slapped their bare feet. Which was incredibly cool and grand.
  Gulliver asked his partner:
  - Did I sing well?
  She answered with a cheerful look:
  "A nightingale pales in comparison to you! However, if, say, a bull were to roar, especially when it's being roasted alive, that would be even more awesome and grandiose!"
  Gulliver sang:
  We are not just hamsters,
  And the horned bulls!
  We will butt all the cows,
  And we will tear the wolves to pieces at once!
  CHAPTER No. 2.
  And so the army moved on. A huge butterfly flew across the sky, which could even be mistaken for a dragon due to its three heads.
  And her wings sparkled with all the colors of the spring rainbow. Yes, she was a charming queen.
  Gulliver sang with delight:
  The wings of that butterfly,
  They were so good...
  I have lost my peace -
  And he said it from the heart!
  The Viscountess chirped with a smile:
  - Stop making noise and arguing,
  The house is like this or not like that...
  We would at least like to build a barn,
  From what's at hand!
  And the eternal children will suddenly burst out laughing, baring their very beautiful and age-appropriate large teeth.
  Gulliver asked the Viscountess:
  - Why did we even go on a hike? All we do is talk nonsense and sing!
  There are already girls here, and there were thousands of them, barefoot and tanned, and all so beautiful, seductive and muscular. And if I get them to sing, it turns out very delightful;
  The Tsar rules over us faithfully,
  Gives orders, judges servants...
  The throne does not tolerate fuss and barking,
  And this is not a method to subdue fear!
  But then the song of the barefoot beauties suddenly stopped. Ahead of them appeared a whole horde of numerous, stinking, fanged orcs. And they roared and waved their clubs.
  The girls, however, were not embarrassed and began to quickly reorganize into battle formation.
  And Gulliver took it and began to sing, stamping his bare, childish feet;
  I am the falcon of peace and war,
  Born under the brightest star...
  Faithful sons of the Fatherland -
  Love - great, true!
  
  We will create a beautiful world,
  In which happiness will now be...
  Let the Cherub Sun shine,
  Holy, exalted Elfia!
  
  We will achieve our dreams,
  There will be nothing more beautiful in the universe!
  You, boy, will raise your sword,
  May your place be in happiness!
  
  And in the universe of beauty,
  It's time for my great Fatherland to shine!
  Even though the girl runs barefoot,
  Believe me, we will soon live under communism!
  
  The grandeur of the beauty of the high mountains,
  And golden steppes with a fragrant carpet!
  We will sweep the rubbish out of the universe.
  Believe us, we will not spare our lives!
  
  And everything in the world will be good,
  After all, Elfinism will triumph everywhere!
  He who holds a chisel in his hands according to his heart,
  Who prefers a machine gun and bullets?
  
  What we do will last for centuries,
  Let's build cities, jokingly, on Mars!
  Britain is a terribly great force, after all.
  We will say hello to the people of light!
  
  The blood that flows is for sowing,
  To which the seeds of love grow!
  Let it be good for everyone in the sublunary world,
  Don't be a knight parrot!
  And the girls, amidst the sound of magnificent songs, opened fire on the orcs with both bows and crossbows. The first arrows pierced the orcs from a distance. And the crossbow bolts proved downright deadly.
  The girls started bawling:
  - We are all beauties, one family,
  Let us cleanse the universe from rot!
  If necessary, we will quickly pacify the orcs,
  And above us, a furious cherub hovers!
  The Viscountess roared:
  - Banzai!
  The warriors struck orcs from a distance, spinning the cylinders of their crossbows with their bare toes. And they didn't forget to sing while shooting at the stinking, cinnamon-colored, fanged bears;
  My world was plunged into darkness -
  Dead landscape and cold mist.
  And I am your enemy, against my will.
  And believe me, I don"t like this role!
  
  Accept my offer
  Passion for you speaks loudly within me.
  Your answer won't kill me,
  And he will sentence you to death!
  
  The world is changing,
  Life ends
  You are doomed
  And your country!
  There are no options
  El Gilat Sphere
  Into a world of darkness and ice
  Will open the entrance!
  
  Elven Blood on the Talisman
  On the Night of Conjunction, Deimos will shed.
  Evil, envy, fear and deception
  He will bring it into this world with him.
  
  Your world is mine
  I have the key to it at hand!
  I will provide you with eternal peace!
  
  What does your spirit trust in?
  Desmond won't be able to save you.
  Where my home is, the light went out
  Your warm land will shelter my people.
  
  I'll tell you a secret:
  On the night of Convergence, elven blood
  Must stain the amulet
  And the doors of the worlds will open wide.
  
  The world is changing,
  Life ends
  You are doomed
  And your country!
  There are no options
  El Gilat Sphere
  Into a world of darkness and ice
  Will open the entrance!
  
  Elven Blood on the Talisman
  On the Night of Conjunction, Deimos will shed.
  Evil, envy, fear and deception
  He will bring it into this world with him.
  
  Your world is mine
  I have the key to it at hand!
  I will provide you with eternal peace!
  
  You are crazy and cruel,
  But your time is ending,
  You will not rule the world
  May you be cursed, prophet of Darkness.
  Better than death as a deliverance,
  Than to be the first among slaves.
  Do you know my decision?
  My answer: "Disappear forever!"
  
  The world is changing,
  Life ends
  You are doomed
  And your country!
  There are no options
  El Gilat Sphere
  Into a world of darkness and ice
  Will open the entrance!
  
  Elven Blood on the Talisman
  On the Night of Conjunction, Deimos will shed.
  Evil, envy, fear and deception
  He will bring it into this world with him.
  
  Elven Blood on the Talisman
  On the Night of Conjunction, Deimos will shed.
  Evil, envy, fear and deception
  He will bring it into this world with him.
  
  Your world is mine
  I have the key to it at hand!
  I will provide you with eternal peace!
  This is how the girls sang, who were supposedly elves, but somehow looked more like humans. Perhaps a bit too beautiful. And very muscular in their bodies and figures.
  Orcs couldn't stop girls like these. And they met the furry, stinking bears with blows from swords, clubs, and axes.
  The girls also kicked the orcs in the chin with their bare pink heels.
  And they also threw poisonous, lethal needles with their bare toes.
  And the orcs fell and died.
  The Viscountess asked Gulliver:
  - Have you ever seen such a vivid confrontation between beauty and ugliness?
  The boy captain laughed and replied:
  - Of course not! This is amazing!
  The girl nodded and, with her bare, chiseled foot, hurled a lethal and highly destructive grenade. It arced and crashed into the thick of the orcs, scattering them in all directions.
  Gulliver squeaked:
  "You're perfect, from your smile to your gestures! But you know, throwing grenades with your feet-that's cool and unusual!"
  The Viscountess giggled and remarked:
  "Yes, my feet are lovely! And noble knights have kissed my bare, pink soles. It's especially nice when elves do it. But when orcs lick your heels, that's disgusting!"
  The girls just bared their scarlet nipples, pulling off their bras. And then they'd grab them and strike them with deadly lightning bolts. And the orcs would burst into flames, their skins would smoke and char. And these beasts would roar terribly.
  And the girls suddenly take it and stick their bare toes in their mouths. And blow. A deafening whistle rings out. The numerous crows fluttering around feel as if they've been hit on the head with a club. And they also get a heart attack and indigestion. And they fall down, stunned and deafened, ramming the heads of the orc-bears with their beaks.
  The monsters' skulls split open and poisonous blood spurts out.
  Gulliver noted with surprise:
  - This is incredibly cool and amazing! You could say it's ultra-stellar!
  The girl of noble birth nodded:
  - Yes, my boy! This is absolutely delightful! But you shouldn't stand idle either. And you must unleash a devastating wave on the orcs!
  Gulliver replied with a sigh, shrugging his childish, albeit muscular, shoulders:
  - This is really not an easy task!
  And the boy hurled a pea into the air, annihilating it. It flew past and slammed into the orcs, causing them to burn and fly higher into the air. And then flip over.
  The Viscountess noted:
  - You threw it pretty well this time! Well, maybe you'll show us something else!
  And the beautiful girls will once again, in unison, shoot lightning bolts from their ruby nipples and pulsars from their navels. And those are so destructive that orcs burn alive and are destroyed by the thousands.
  Gulliver noted, throwing the explosive packet of death again with his bare, childish foot:
  - Let's just say it's super!
  The Viscountess noted:
  - Now it's time for you to sing! Come on, don't be shy, it'll really help us out.
  Gulliver nodded and began to sing with great enthusiasm;
  We are pioneers - knights of the Fatherland,
  Those born under the sign of November...
  We will not spare our lives for Elfia,
  To the glory of the Tsar with the red banner!
  
  We love and know how to fight hard,
  The orcs have been zealously beaten down...
  We have grenades in a spacious backpack,
  Life is not precious to us pioneers!
  
  We love our holy Motherland,
  What did the formidable Elvenism create...
  Here Elsomolka is being led barefoot through the snow,
  And the orc player wants to bring us down!
  
  I fought Orcism zealously near Elfskva,
  And we mowed down all our enemies with a sickle...
  Why did the elves need this Orkmacht?
  I'll hit him with my fist!
  
  I am a pioneer and under the great Elfskva,
  He fought like a giant warrior...
  The wild onslaught of Orcishism stopped,
  Our Lord Almighty is one Family!
  
  There are no boundaries in the revival of Elfia,
  Great Elfin, raised us from our knees...
  Svarog the Great, the Supreme Messiah,
  And the ideal of radiant Lada!
  
  We are pioneers, boys and girls,
  We love to fight - it's our destiny...
  And the elf-milk's little voice is ringing,
  Although bloody chaos reigns!
  
  Elfia is the homeland of Svarog,
  And she illuminated the path for Elvenism...
  Pioneers don't need an evil God,
  The enemy won't be able to bend us into a fist!
  
  We have a cool tank with sloping armor,
  It's not that easy for orcs to break through it,
  With love to Lada, the noble maiden,
  So that the predator turns into just game!
  
  The people defended Elfskva by fighting,
  And then there was the great Elfingrad...
  We'll see Elvenism soon,
  There will be a parade in Orklin too!
  
  Yes, Elfingrad has pride in this word,
  We are pioneers, barefoot in a snowdrift...
  We'll break the horn of the stupid cow,
  And we"ll drive Orktler straight into the coffin!
  
  Know that the Fatherland will never bend,
  Her impulse cannot be curbed...
  Let the sun shine forever over Elfia,
  And the treacherous thief will be crushed!
  
  They showed courage near Elfingrad,
  We were able to stop the orcs...
  Elves have this kind of insolence, you know.
  And the enemies will have only zeros!
  
  Elfia can fly to Mars,
  And to create different greatness...
  And of course everything will be very cool,
  Although life is fragile as a silk thread!
  
  The spirit of the elves does not know the obstacles in battles,
  He possesses the power of Perun...
  Rewards from the gods await us,
  And the element shines, believe the rune!
  
  In what way does the elven spirit never know defeat?
  Believe me, he can trample everything...
  We pioneers so desire revenge...
  Invincible, like the Fatherland's army!
  
  We've almost achieved victory,
  Let there be light in the glory of Elvenism...
  Our grandfathers fought for the Motherland,
  We will soon meet joy and dawn!
  
  Without the Motherland there is no life for the pioneers,
  They want to fight for her...
  And what did you want, evil sirs?
  Should we provide a life of slavery?
  
  No, the Fuhrer will receive the elves as slaves,
  We will crush him like a doll...
  After all, the Elven knights can fight,
  And with us is the golden-winged cherub!
  
  There are no boundaries of our Motherland under the world,
  Blazes like the brightest star...
  You became an idol of love for me,
  I will never part with you!
  
  I am a pioneer and a barefoot boy,
  What rushes through the snow with bare heels...
  And somewhere a cute white bunny is jumping,
  Which will break the enemy's horn!
  
  A pioneer knows no doubt in battle,
  He's not a clown, but a terminator, you know...
  Believe me, revenge will come to the fierce orcs,
  And there will be a bright paradise of elfinism!
  
  When the era comes, know it,
  In which every warrior from the nursery...
  Fight until your last breath,
  May the fierce villain be destroyed!
  
  The stars of Elvenism shine brightly,
  There is no brighter, more beautiful era in the world...
  We will break the yoke of orcishism,
  And Orktler will be for the elves' lunch!
  
  Believe me, we have tanks made of such steel,
  That their panther shell won't penetrate...
  Let's smear iodine on our wounds, boys,
  And again the pioneer bravely rushes into battle!
  
  Well, the orcs got it good,
  They didn't think they could just beat us...
  We see elfinism I know miles,
  And we will be able to defeat the Orkmacht with ease!
  
  In the name of our mighty Motherland,
  A proud pioneer goes on the attack...
  Even though clouds hang over the Fatherland,
  We will show a victorious example to everyone!
  
  Believe me, the enemy will not stop the dream,
  We will defeat all the orcs again...
  There will be no evil, believe me, to reign on the throne,
  We will create a new world of order!
  
  Everything will be fine, know this in the Fatherland,
  I'm a boy, but in battle I'm like Robin Hood,
  At first I just scratched on the desk,
  And now, believe me, it's really cool!
  
  Elfia can tear apart orcs with a bayonet,
  She can defeat any army...
  And the pioneers will live under Elfinism...
  After all, our friendship is a strong monolith!
  
  We will not yield to the orcs in battle in any way,
  We can defeat enemies with humor...
  And so we beat the orcs with a club,
  The blizzard roars, swirling the snow into whirlwinds!
  
  The Elf knows no mercy for the orcs,
  She is strong with invincibility...
  The bastards will get a sabre in the neck,
  And Satan will be destroyed!
  
  Don't believe that Orclair is invincible,
  At least I've collected all the power of hell...
  When the people and the party are united,
  Our people were torn to shreds by the Orkmacht!
  
  Elfia has been celebrated as holy for centuries,
  She broke Tigers like metal...
  Spread from edge to edge,
  This is the only country the young man dreamed of!
  
  We won like giants,
  They chopped down the enemies with a sword...
  We are the elves of light, invincible in battles,
  We will defeat the enemies of the Fatherland!
  
  Believe us, nothing will stop us,
  And you know that nothing can defeat us...
  We will bury the bald Fuhrer,
  We have a sharp sword and a shield of steel!
  
  There is no Elfie more beautiful in the whole universe,
  It will be an era of light for centuries...
  There will be peace and happiness for all generations,
  The Fatherland needs a firm hand!
  
  So when playing Orklin,
  We will smear the Orkmacht like ashes into blood...
  That will be the time of the border of paradise,
  And together with Lada, love reigns!
  The boy captain sings so beautifully in his sweet voice. It's truly charming, and it brings a little joy to your soul.
  The Viscountess noted with a smile:
  - Yes, this song really helped us!
  Indeed, the crows fell into a stupor and fell down stunned, as if they had been hit in the brain with clubs, or perhaps with something heavier.
  The girls, naturally armed with swords and axes, cut down the orcs with great skill. Their swings were great, and their arrows knocked out the bears with great effectiveness. And, of course, the warriors couldn't resist using catapults and ballistas. They hurled large pots of flammable mixture, oil, and alcohol, scorching the orcs like sausages.
  Gulliver licked his lips and remarked:
  - Very appetizing! And the smell of burnt meat is absolutely delicious!
  The Viscountess winked at her vis-à-vis and chirped:
  The lamb meat is very juicy,
  Girls, the baton is very powerful!
  The warriors took it and again struck the breasts with deadly lightning bolts from their scarlet nipples.
  And so many evil orcs were burned and scorched. These are the true achievements of the army of light.
  And barefoot, beautiful girls.
  Gulliver hissed:
  - Look at my mug! There will be a penalty, there will be, there will be a penalty!
  This is the kind of aggressive behavior that has developed here.
  Well, why not just go ahead and yell at the girls:
  An evil orc crawls along the rocks,
  Hit him with napalm!
  Don't spare the orcs,
  Destroy all the bastards!
  Like crushing bedbugs -
  Burn them like cockroaches!
  The Viscountess squeaked, winking her sapphire eyes:
  - This is absolutely lovely!
  Gulliver winked back at her and chirped:
  - Let there be light,
  I haven't been to heaven...
  The dawn will come -
  And of course we will go to heaven!
  The Viscountess laughed and remarked:
  - Yes, of course, we'll leave. And we'll come again!
  The boy captain winked at his partner and sang:
  I wish I could go to heaven, I wish I could go to heaven,
  Here I was, but there I wasn"t!
  And the child-terminator threw a deadly force and a very compact pea of death at the orc enemies.
  It flew past and exploded, scattering enemies in all directions. And the orcs' heads rolled away.
  The Viscountess barked:
  - Phasmagoria is of the highest quality!
  Gulliver muttered:
  - That's right! Let's have democracy, to hell with tsarism!
  The girl giggled and noted:
  - The king must be in your head, not on the throne!
  And her sapphire eyes sparkled like stars. And it turned out to be quite charming.
  The boy squeaked:
  - For a new, just world!
  The Viscountess noted:
  War rages in the universe,
  And how much can one suffer...
  Satan has broken free from his chains,
  And he began to kill furiously!
  Gulliver muttered:
  - Yes, it did! The only question is when? There have always been murders!
  The girl nodded:
  - Since the time of Cain, you mean?
  The boy replied:
  - The first murder was in human thoughts! Even before Adam was created, when only his spirit existed!
  The Viscountess asked with a smile:
  - Do you think the soul was eternal?
  Gulliver nodded vigorously and stamped his childish, bare foot:
  - Most likely, that's exactly it! In any case, the Lord God breathed into man with His breath and infused him with His eternal, immortal, ever-existing particle!
  The girl sang with a smile:
  Love the Lord with your soul,
  May Jesus be with you...
  And if you want a boy to go to heaven,
  Dream only of Christ!
  
  Troll and Elf against Orcs
  ANNOTATION
  A troll and an elf, leading a huge army consisting entirely of beautiful, shapely, and muscular women, engage in battle against a horde of orcs. And the warriors show off their skills!
  CHAPTER No. 1
  The troll boy and the elf girl now found themselves at the head of a very large army.
  Ahead, girls could be seen marching in step. They wore only translucent tunics, which did not conceal their beautiful, tanned, muscular bodies. Their bare, strong legs stamped their steps.
  The beauties pulled up their toes and straightened their powerful, yet graceful, thin-waisted bodies to the limit.
  And what powerful and luxurious hips the girls have, whose contours are not hidden by thin tunics.
  Four bright stars shone above, giving off a very strong glow.
  The infantry girls are armed with a variety of weapons. Some carry bows, others carry more powerful crossbows with bolts. Some carry swords, and some hurl javelins. Some of the attractive and muscular girls also carry powerful axes, capable of cleaving even the largest warrior in half.
  Moreover, when the troll and the elf glanced to the sides, they saw girls on horses, camels, and even elephants! All the girls, without exception, were very muscular, with large, high breasts, tanned, barefoot, and barely covered by clothing.
  And their hair is a variety of colors-green and blue, orange, yellow, red, white, and even speckled. But overall, the girls are very gorgeous. And their legs are bare, with bulging muscles rolling under their chocolate-colored skin.
  The rank-and-file soldiers wear no jewelry, and are a decoration in themselves. But the female commanders are adorned with bracelets on their arms and legs made of gold, silver, and platinum, encrusted with gemstones. Some of the girls also wear earrings and brooches in their hair made of precious stones. It all looks very beautiful. The girls' faces are youthful, pleasant, not at all angry, although their chins are masculine. And many of the girls smell very pleasantly and erotically. There's a scent of both expensive perfume and the natural aroma of their very strong, muscular, and at the same time, seductive bodies.
  The young troll, looking at them, felt such strong excitement that he almost exploded.
  There were only girls around. And thousands of them. All barely covered, very seductive and arousing to male lust!
  Beside Raptor, as the young troll is called, rides his elven companion, a noble viscountess, on a unicorn. Erimiada is the only representative of the fair sex who wears shoes-sandals adorned with diamonds and topazes. She herself is dressed in a luxurious costume, and on her head sparkles a crown of radiant, earthly gems. And on her high chest are the medals.
  Just like Raptor. They seem to command an army of thousands of beautiful, barefoot, half-naked girls.
  Erimiada, looking at this splendor of such beautiful girls who march, slapping their bare soles, with a very graceful bend of the heel on the sharp stones of the road, took and began to sing;
  We will fly above the planet above the stars,
  The sun will shine brightly...
  The heroism of the elves of light is sung,
  Turns the hunter into the hunted!
  
  Times will become really tough,
  Where a thunderstorm sparkles over the world...
  The apple tree is in full bloom,
  Spring is certainly coming!
  
  There will be an era, believe me, of Elfinism,
  Where every person is a demiurge.
  We will wash away the stain of orcishness from our faces,
  If necessary, the plow will do the plowing!
  
  The faithful gods will stand over the world,
  They will bring joy and laughter to the elves...
  We will anoint the hairs with myrrh,
  May there be success in this glorious undertaking!
  
  Yes, Elfia is a world-class country,
  Elfinism's holy land...
  The girl ran barefoot,
  She was given by birth to be a bride!
  
  Yes, love the beauty Elfia,
  What created metal from stone...
  People will become happier, believe me,
  Let napalm rain from the sky!
  
  Don"t look for happiness without your family,
  He will give you eternal love...
  Under the heel of Svarog in battle,
  The blood of monsters is being shed!
  
  There is no country more beautiful than the land of giants,
  It has trolls and gnomes in the ranks...
  We are forever united with the Fatherland,
  We will win in any fight, you know!
  
  So why is the man so sad?
  You have come to know the power of Svarog...
  They evoke decent feelings,
  Our Lada is the ideal of love!
  
  The universe will become better, believe me.
  If Elvenism begins to rule...
  We are the happy children of Svarog -
  Let's scatter orcism into quarks!
  
  Soon the Earth will become radiant,
  There will be great success soon...
  And Yarilo will rise like the glorious sun,
  And will bestow radiance upon everyone!
  
  Let's drink to the Fatherland, girls,
  May Elfie prosper forever...
  So that the salary would be endless -
  Something you won't be ashamed to dream about!
  
  Let the Elf rise above the universe,
  And he will show everyone God's grin...
  With his incorruptible strength in battles,
  We will expose the most cunning deception!
  
  Soon the sun will shine brighter,
  Space will become like an inner courtyard...
  So make the fire hotter,
  Sharpen the steel axe!
  
  And then with the song of the great Lada,
  That gave birth to mighty Gods...
  We will be able to cut down the tribe of wild ones,
  Elven-slaves with swords sons!
  Raptor chuckled and noted:
  "The last verse is so meaningless. Do you want to chop down the sons of the Elf-glorious, that is, yourselves?!"
  Erimiada replied with a sweet smile:
  "No, I misspoke a bit. Actually, I meant to say that the elven sons and daughters will be able to cut down a tribe of wild hordes. But anyway, it's just a romantic ditty!"
  Raptor was about to say something when a beautiful girl with bare, tanned legs suddenly blew a horn. Her copper-red hair fluttered in the wind like a proletarian battle flag. And the warrior blew on.
  The other girls, many thousands of them, began hastily changing from marching to battle formation. At the very rear of the vast army, composed of squirrels, albeit muscular, glistening with sweat and reeking of perfume and the scent of feminine power, battle mammoths pulled catapults and ballistas.
  Erimiada, with a grin and flashing her pearly teeth, remarked:
  - It looks like it will be a lot of fun!
  Raptor sighed heavily and replied:
  - There is one thing that disgusts me - how many such delightful and unique beauties will perish!
  The elf said with aplomb:
  - War is not without casualties, only during sex can you do without an orgasm!
  And both the elf and the troll in crowns, smiling cheerfully, laughed.
  After which, they also began to give commands in their ringing and very cheerful and perky voices.
  Erimiada took it and again, with great feeling and expression, dancing on her snow-white unicorn, began to sing;
  Glory to the country that blooms in the sky,
  Glory to the great, sacred Elfia...
  No, there will be no silence in eternity -
  The stars of the field have watered the pearls!
  
  The great Supreme Svarog is with us,
  Son of the Almighty formidable Rod...
  So that this warrior would help in the battle,
  We must glorify the Elven God!
  
  The girls have no doubts, believe me,
  The girls furiously attack the horde...
  The mad beast will be torn to pieces,
  And the enemy will get a punch in the nose!
  
  No, don't try to break the elves,
  The enemy will not bring us to our knees...
  We will defeat you, evil father,
  Great grandfather Elfin is with us!
  
  No, never give in to enemies,
  Barefoot girls fought near Elfskva...
  We will not show weakness and shame,
  Let's deal with the big Satan!
  
  May God grant that I may end my battles,
  And to destroy the hordes of the Wehrmacht with flying colors...
  So that they end up with zeros,
  So that it is not quiet in the cemetery!
  
  Give the girls freedom, fighters,
  So the orcs will have something like this...
  Our fathers will be proud of us,
  The enemy won't milk us like cows!
  
  It is true that spring will come soon,
  The ears of grain in the fields will turn golden...
  I believe our dream will come true,
  If you have to fight for the truth!
  
  God, this means all people love,
  Faithful, strong, eternal in joy...
  Even though violent blood is shed,
  The girl is often carefree!
  
  We crush the enemy in battle,
  Doing something so airy...
  Even though a storm rages over the worlds,
  And a sultry eclipse comes!
  
  No, the elves will stand until the grave,
  And they won't give in to the orchestra members one bit...
  You write down the boys in a notebook,
  And sharpen all your sabers for battle!
  
  Yes, it is true that the dawn will be without boundaries,
  Believe me, everyone will find joy...
  We open another, believe me, light-
  The girl's hand reaches up into the sky!
  
  Believe me, we elves can do this.
  Something we don"t even dare to dream about...
  We see clearly the brightest goal,
  No, don't talk nonsense, fighters!
  
  We'll fly to Mars for fun,
  We'll open fields there, count the rubies...
  And we'll charge the orcs right in the eye,
  Hordes of cherubs hover above us!
  
  Glory be to the elven land,
  What Elvenism gave to the peoples...
  She is given to us by our family forever -
  For the Motherland, for happiness, for freedom!
  
  In Elfia, every warrior is from the nursery,
  The baby reaches for the gun...
  Therefore, you tremble, villain,
  We call the monster to account!
  
  Yes, ours will be a friendly family,
  What Elfinism will build in the universe...
  We will become, know this, true friends,
  And our business will be creation!
  
  After all, Elfinism is forever given by the Family,
  So that adults and children are happy...
  The boy also reads syllable by syllable,
  But the flame of the demiurge shines in the eyes!
  
  May there be joy for people forever,
  Who fight together for the cause of Svarog...
  We will soon see the shores of Folgi,
  And we will be in God's place of honor!
  
  Yes, the Elf cannot be broken by the enemies of the Fatherland,
  It will be stronger even than steel...
  Elfia, you are a dear mother to the children,
  And our father, believe me, is from the wisest distance!
  
  There are no barriers for the Fatherland, believe me,
  It goes forward without stopping...
  The king of hell will soon be checkmated,
  At least he has tattoos on his hands!
  
  We will give our hearts for our Motherland,
  We will climb higher than all the mountains, believe me...
  We girls have a lot of strength,
  Sometimes it even blows your mind!
  
  The boy also gave a subscription for Elf,
  He said he would fight fiercely...
  In his eyes, glittering metal,
  And the RPG is hidden securely in the backpack!
  
  So let's not play the fool,
  Or better yet, let's all stand together as a wall...
  Passing exams with only A's,
  May Abel rule, and not the evil Cain!
  
  In short, there will be happiness for people,
  And the power of Svarog over the sacred world...
  You can defeat the Orcs playfully,
  Let Lada be your happiness and idol!
  Now that was a real song. And ahead, a huge horde of orcs is already attacking the beautiful, barefoot, tanned, and very seductive and appetizing-looking girls.
  These creatures, unlike elves and trolls, are downright nasty, with hideous faces. Orcs resemble bears, only incomparably uglier, and their faces are so terrifying, so repulsive.
  The girls with crossbows opened fire first. After all, crossbows are special mechanisms with heavy, poison-dipped bolts, and they have a greater range than arrows.
  The warriors firmly planted their bare, tanned, strong feet and quickly spun the drums.
  And now the crossbow bolts fly with a piercing whistle. And they literally pierce through, ramming the orc-bears. And the beauties still smile, their teeth sparkling like the choicest pearls from the Sultan's treasury.
  And then the beauties with bows also knelt down. You can shoot a bow more often than a crossbow. And yet, the girls draw the bowstring with their bare, nimble, graceful feet. And they do it very quickly and skillfully.
  And the arrows fly, gliding along a slanted arc, striking the stinking, hairy bears with their incredible, lethal force. And it looks incredibly impressive. And fountains of dirty brown blood from the slain creatures spray forth.
  And the girls, well, they are so beautiful, and it is so pleasant to watch the movements of their very graceful and harmoniously arranged muscles.
  And the other warriors are unleashing ballistas and catapults. And these weapons are also very powerful. Entire barrels of incendiary mixture are flying in a high arc. And then such a gift of annihilation, it will just up and smash into the very thick of the orc horde. And it will truly tear everyone apart and burn them. And if not all of them, then certainly a good hundred. And this is an epic battle.
  Orcs burn alive like candles on a Christmas tree in a rich house during the Christmas celebration.
  And the smell of burnt meat spreads far and wide.
  And the girls began throwing slings at the advancing orcs. And they, too, pierced the enormous crowd of rabid, hairy bears. And they, these beasts, fell, releasing fountains of nasty liquid.
  The girls were currently destroying the attacking horde from a distance and suffered virtually no losses.
  True, some orcs also tried throwing darts and stones.
  The sharp point struck the beauty's bare foot. And the girl cried out:
  - Damn, that hurts!
  Erimiada noted with a grin:
  - Yes, the world is full of pain! But the girls' legs heal quite well.
  The raptor sang, baring his large, horse-like teeth:
  - Oh, what legs,
  This is how you turn guys on...
  Don't be afraid, baby -
  Better kill the orc!
  The girls fought, overall, admirably. And then barrels of flammable liquid rained down on the orcs again. Arrows, crossbow bolts, slingshot bolts, and darts.
  The only thing missing is a decent machine gun, one that can mow down the advancing orcs like a tsunami. And that's a serious problem, indeed. But in this world, alas, there are no firearms. Or perhaps it's even fortunate that such abominations haven't been invented yet.
  But ballistas and catapults work just as well. Moreover, the girls, hurling destructive barrels of something like napalm, also use steam energy. That's what they've stockpiled the coals for. And then the catapults' range and rate of fire increase by a couple of orders of magnitude. And the warriors work with great speed. And their bare, pink, round heels flash by. And their speed is astounding.
  Here again, new gifts of annihilation arc down the arc. And these impacts explode like small nuclear bombs.
  That's how many orcs are sent to hell at once. And there are still some weapons that can be used, more lethal ones.
  Here, in particular, the barrel explodes in the air above the orcs, and poisonous needles and explosive balls fly in all directions.
  And so many orcs are maimed and killed. And the girls themselves also receive bruises and scratches from these hairy creatures. But so far, no one has been killed. Although one of the girls was so seriously wounded that she was taken away on a stretcher.
  Yes, this is truly a very serious and bloody battle. And it's as if the ugly and the glamorous are fighting each other. And everything looks so cool and exciting.
  Erimiada again took up the sing-along with great feeling and strength, in her magnificent and unique voice;
  I, the elven goat girl,
  She worked and plowed the fields with love...
  But a terrible thunderstorm rumbled...
  The orc attacked, but there was little space for him!
  
  Bloody, terrible year twenty-first.
  Orkler attacks in great mass...
  He's killing off elves in droves,
  The shells are exploding - the bullets are whistling!
  
  No, there is no scarier place here,
  When there is pain and destruction everywhere...
  The girl is not even twenty,
  But how much pain and deprivation all around!
  
  Evil orcism attacks the Motherland,
  So powerful, simply ferocious...
  But I believe that Elfinism is the winner,
  Who is behind Orkwolf, these orcs are blind!
  
  The enemy is very strong, believe me,
  His pressure is active and cruel...
  Orcism is just a wild beast,
  And against the girl, a blue-eyed image!
  
  No, the girls won't back down,
  They run barefoot through the snow...
  Passing exams with only A's,
  And our girls fight very bravely!
  
  In vain did the orcishism attack the Elf,
  Although an ally helps the orcs...
  And the hairy monster will fly down,
  Even if he kills elves carnivorously!
  
  The girls don"t know the word - there is peace,
  They are fiercely striving for victory...
  Even though Orkler is so cool in words,
  That he simply turned into a clown!
  
  We'll give the orcs a checkmate soon, girls,
  The enemy is pretty much battered near Elfskva...
  Then there was the legendary Elphagrad,
  He met with a sharp disassembly!
  
  So what is a "Tiger" for girls?
  Truly a mighty machine...
  We don't need any rough games, beauties,
  Whose army of orcs crushed!
  
  The FSHA is helping the orcs a lot,
  They give out free planes, tanks...
  They must be crazy,
  Apparently the Fyankas have eaten too much henbane!
  
  Yes, Orkler was shot like a dog,
  And Okring took over the throne...
  Maybe he's not mature enough for something big,
  That fat boar in the regal crown!
  
  But the FSHA with Trolltania now,
  So they began to help the orchestra members with zeal...
  The army of elves will not count the losses,
  And the distances of Elvenism faded!
  
  This is just a hellish situation,
  When unity is the strength of capital...
  And there is a simple threat of disintegration...
  The lands of the orcs, you know, are not enough!
  
  It's in vain that Sam supplies them with a bomb,
  To the Tsar, what the devil sends food...
  After all, having won the battle of the EFSR,
  Orkdolf attacks the previous bosses!
  
  Of course, we suffer a lot of losses,
  The girls are barefoot even in the cold...
  But if necessary, we will save Elfskva,
  Our braids are so golden!
  
  If we have already defended Elphagrad,
  Believe me, we can get to Orklin...
  For elves in the army the situation is like this,
  When the people and the army are united!
  
  The girls just don't know the words, no,
  And they fight fiercely with the orcs...
  We will see, the girls believe, the dawn,
  Although sometimes my eyes are like saucers!
  
  I believe, fair king of the elves,
  He will be able to make the will stronger than steel...
  Let there be an Elf-glorious sovereign,
  If you couldn"t do it, Phtalin did everything well!
  
  Yes, let the elven land flourish,
  Let there be construction in the light of Elvenism...
  We will open an unlimited account of victories,
  Even if the children of revanchism bare their teeth!
  
  Well, what do you say, Uncle Terrible Sam,
  You have brought about your own destruction...
  Managed to repel the EFSR orcs,
  And this means the destruction of capital!
  
  Well, what's going on, and not just once, not twice, fights,
  It will still be thundering over Elfyu...
  So that zeros don"t come to the Motherland,
  It is possible to perform a miracle for God!
  
  Where even Phtalin simply couldn"t,
  Barefoot girls can do it...
  For them the mighty God, Saint Svarog,
  And accuracy when shooting from a machine gun!
  
  In short, the fighting is not over at all,
  We, the light elves, strive for revenge...
  In the battle there will be an old man and a young man,
  We won't give the formidable orcs a chance!
  
  In short, we girls are barefoot,
  Again he furiously rushed into attack,
  And with a bare heel, with a strong fist.
  We'll hit him so hard that the orc will go cross-eyed!
  
  I believe the elves will not be drowned in the turbidity!
  Under the banner of the great Svarog...
  Fight for your Motherland and don"t be afraid,
  Because there will soon be a lot of happiness!
  
  SON OF ALEXANDER THE GREAT AND A TRAILER
  ANNOTATION
  A young fighter, Vitaly Akulov, finds himself in Ancient Babylon during the reign of Alexander IV, the son and successor of Alexander the Great. There, he switches places with the king of the great empire-the boys are very similar, and they begin to have very interesting and exciting adventures.
  CHAPTER No. 1.
  The boy suddenly found himself in an ancient city. The surrounding area was lined with tall, white buildings. The streets were a bit dirty, though. Vitalik whistled, noting that this was a time of antiquity. It was obviously a very large city, with elephants strolling down the streets.
  The boy walked, and a whiff of fresh manure blew in his face. There were people around. Most wore light tunics, sandals, and robes. But many, especially the boys, were almost naked and barefoot. It really was warm. There were many children, and they were tanned and dark-skinned, but among the dark, white heads could be seen. The girls wore light tunics. The richer ones still wore sandals, while the poorer ones were barefoot.
  Vitalik himself practiced taekwondo, which involves a lot of kicking and breaking objects, including during belt tests. Therefore, the boy disliked shoes. He tried to run barefoot as much as possible, so that the soles of his feet wouldn't be soft and would become covered in hard calluses. And now, he'd leaped into some kind of portal, running through Moscow. And found himself in an ancient city. The people spoke unfamiliar language, yet Vitalik understood everything.
  The boy's bare feet feel the hot cobblestones, but his bare, hard soles don't hurt. Another issue is that they look at him like a slave, even though Vitalik is wearing a smart T-shirt and new shorts. And many boys, far from poor, prefer to show off their bare heels, if only for the sake of conditioning and to show that they're not afraid of the hot cobblestones.
  Vitalik walked through the ancient city. He smiled, taking in the sights. There were enormous statues and grand palaces. And yet, the city was filthy. The slave boys who cleaned it all weren't exactly happy.
  Vitalik asked one of the barefoot boys, wearing only a loincloth:
  - What kind of city is this?
  He looked at Vitalik's bright T-shirt and the beautiful, gilded watch on the boy's tanned hand, bowed respectfully and replied:
  - The great city of Babylon is the capital of the Macedonian state!
  Vitalik grinned and asked:
  - And Alexander the Great, I hope, is alive?
  The boy bowed again and replied:
  - He is eternally alive, being a god on Olympus!
  Vitalik nodded and sang:
  - Sparkles like a radiant star,
  Through the mist of impenetrable darkness...
  The great hero Alexander,
  Knows neither pain nor fear!
  The slave boy was about to say something, but an overseer in sandals and a cloak appeared and lashed the young slave across the back with a whip. He screamed and began sweeping the street with renewed vigor.
  Vitalik exclaimed:
  - It's not good to hit children!
  The overseer looked at the boy. His feet were bare and tanned, but he wore a bright T-shirt and a gold watch. Perhaps he was the son of a noblewoman.
  And the overseer answered:
  - Slaves must be kept in obedience with a whip. And did your father never beat you?
  Vitalik answered honestly:
  - No!
  The overseer was surprised:
  - Strange! Even noble boys get flogged. And your face reminds me of someone.
  Vitalik answered in a stern tone:
  - And you must know your place!
  The man stepped back, feeling timid. The boy shuffled on with his bare, chiseled, very strong feet and began to sing:
  Spartacus is a great warrior and hero,
  He fought bravely against a huge army...
  Although he was a slave, but now he is a king,
  Let the victory be radiant!
  Vitalik wanted to keep singing, but his inspiration had deserted him. He really did want adventure.
  And so he headed to the very center of Babylon. This city, the largest in ancient times, before the rise of Rome. The boy moved as lightly as a lynx, and his spirits were like those of a bloodhound on a scent.
  The area was bustling with life. On the right, in the square, a boy of about fourteen, with long, blond hair, was being led out to be flogged.
  The teenager was sad, and walked with his head down, and his hands covering his shame, his loincloth was torn off.
  The crowd whistled and hooted, eager to see how the handsome, muscular boy would be beaten. The women watched especially eagerly. Islam was still a long way off, and they were bare-faced, many wearing light tunics, short ones, more comfortable in the heat. Some, the poorer and younger, were barefoot, while the richer ones wore sandals and bracelets.
  Vitalik also watched the spectacle. The boy, looking sad, lay down obediently on the trestles. He was secured by the executioner's assistants-also teenagers, bare-chested, but wearing trousers and boots. And, of course, the executioner himself, a very muscular brute.
  So he took a rod out of the basket and wet it with water.
  The herald read the accusation:
  - For lack of respect for elders, insolence, a boy of about fourteen years old, Cyrus, is sentenced to fifty lashes on the back and buttocks and twenty-five lashes on the heels!
  The crowd roared with approval. The executioner tightened his grip on the whip and struck the boy's muscular, tanned back. He didn't use full force, and the skin only swelled.
  Vitalik considered intervening. But what would be the point? A dozen tall, armed guards stood there. And the crowd itself was murmuring its approval. Besides, perhaps the boy was being beaten for good reason. These were ancient times, harsh ones. And God himself commanded that boys be whipped. Even the Bible's humane New Testament recommended flogging children with a rod.
  The boy breathed heavily, clenched his teeth, and remained silent. The executioner beat him steadily, until the skin had already broken and blood was flowing.
  Vitalik remarked with a sigh:
  - That's the world!
  And the teenage boy continued to be beaten. Vitalik moved on; he didn't want to watch that. Although, of course, many people enjoy the spectacle. Vitalik continued walking.
  He remembered the film "Treasure Island", the one from 1937.
  There was a girl there instead of a boy. And they threatened to fry her heels.
  Yes, that would be painful. Vitalik wondered if the girl would scream or remain silent, like a partisan.
  Naturally, I tested myself after the film, purely out of curiosity, to see how fire burns my heels. I did this using a gas stove. I was convinced that, yes, it was very painful. Even back then, the soles of a little boy, not yet too rough, were very sensitive.
  And the blisters on them swelled painfully. True, they quickly disappeared. Yes, such torture would loosen anyone's tongue. But there were pioneers in Nazi captivity who remained silent. Although, perhaps some of them had their heels roasted with fire.
  True, Vitaly had never seen a film where boys' heels were fried. Sometimes they beat them with sticks. In one American film, a British officer even hit a boy on the sole of his bare foot with a chain. The officer's feet swelled up, and it was painful. But never with fire.
  There are also very few films where boys are beaten on the heels with sticks.
  Vitalik turned to look. You don't see that often.
  The boy's back was a bloody mess, and the executioner was already beating the sole of his foot with his stick. Amazingly, the boy held back his screams and showed courage. As if he were a Spartan.
  Vitalik decided that after the spanking, he'd definitely get to know this boy. Especially since the city was unfamiliar, and he didn't know where to go. He considered joining the gladiators. But this wasn't Ancient Rome, and it was unknown whether gladiators existed in the Macedonian Empire during the reign of Alexander IV.
  Although, most likely, there were some fighters entertaining the public.
  Vitalik didn"t know yet whether he was stuck here for a long time, or whether this was just a stroll through Babylon?
  The easiest way is to join the army. There you'll have shelter, food, and money in case of war.
  And Vitalik, a very strong taekwondo fighter, has some experience with swordsmanship, too.
  The only thing is, I didn't want to be stuck in a world without computers, game consoles, smartphones, iPhones, TVs, or internet for long. Really, what can you do? You want to play something.
  Vitalik really loved historical strategy games. Where you're, say, the Russian Tsar Ivan the Terrible. You win the war in Livonia against the computer. You control thousands of units. And you build factories with cannons, arquebuses, stables, or something even more impressive. But Ivan the Terrible is, of course, primitive, like the game "Cossacks." But creating something more modern with technology is a challenge.
  It is especially interesting to play from the primitive system to nanotechnology.
  The teenage boy was finished being beaten. He was so strong that he was able to stand up on his own after the spanking. And although his legs were swollen, he could barely take a few steps.
  After which, they handed him a loincloth. And the boy moved on, beaten and bloody, but unbroken.
  Vitalik approached him and extended his hand. Kir shook it and remarked:
  "I see you're not a slave! I won't even ask; your every gesture speaks of a free and worthy man."
  Vitalik nodded:
  - I'm not a slave, of course.
  The boy looked at him and suddenly, his face changing, asked:
  - Sorry, my vision is blurry. Or maybe it's just me, but you... Your Majesty Alexander...
  Vitalik shook his head:
  - No! I'm not Alexander! Do I look like him?
  The teenage boy nodded:
  - Very!
  Vitalik answered with a smile:
  - Yes, that's interesting. But it seems to me that now he already...
  The boy nodded:
  - Yes, ten years old. But he's a big, strong boy. Are you older?
  Vitalik nodded:
  - Yes! But that's not a problem. It's time for me to visit my twin brother.
  The boy logically noted:
  - For such a resemblance they could even impale you.
  The young boy nodded:
  - Maybe! But I remembered an interesting story that also happened, where boys look alike, and maybe it will work out, it's all very interesting!
  Vitalik, of course, couldn't help but recall Mark Twain's novel "The Prince and the Pauper." Where the boys swapped. And that made it funny. Especially since Alexander IV might not have long to live. History has given many different versions of the death of Alexander the Great's son. In battle, by poisoning, and even, supposedly, in prison. There were several different versions of the legendary king's son's demise. It was too long ago, and the times that followed were turbulent.
  The empire of Alexander the Great collapsed. The Roman Empire was the only other such large state to survive for a long time.
  Vitaly and Cyrus approached a huge palace. Nebuchadnezzar had built it. It was quite massive and opulent. Surrounded by a multitude of guards, including mounted ones.
  The boys didn't look particularly impressive. Kir was wearing only a loincloth and a back lacerated by a whip. His heels were swollen, and he had to walk on his toes. Vitalik was even surprised that the boy was still standing and able to walk after such a brutal beating.
  Cyrus noted:
  - I look too much like a slave. They won't let me in there.
  Vitalik nodded with a smile:
  - I understand! But they'll probably block my access too.
  Kir suggested:
  "Run as fast as you can and tell them you have an urgent message for the king. Then they'll take you for a herald or a runner, and maybe they'll let you through."
  Vitalik noted:
  - That's a good idea.
  The boy took off running, his bare, tanned, very muscular legs flashing like a pony's hooves.
  Kir noted with a sad smile:
  - For some, pies and donuts,
  And who wants chewing gum and pine cones?
  Vitalik ran up to the guards. He shouted at the top of his lungs:
  - Urgent news for the king!
  The guards asked in chorus:
  - From whom?
  The boy answered confidently:
  - From Krator!
  - Come in!
  Vitalik ran on. He ran and looked around the palace. The luxury was rather crude. The birth of Christ was still over three hundred years away. And yet, it was quite clean. Slave girls and boys were scrubbing the floor. Vitalik was stopped by guards a couple of times.
  Until, finally, he ran into the throne room. Everything there literally sparkled with gold.
  A boy sat on the throne. He was dressed in luxurious robes, wearing precious slippers, and a crown on his head. The child's face truly did resemble Vitalik's. Guards with spears and bows stood at the sides.
  Vitalik bowed and said:
  - I am glad to serve you, your Majesty!
  The boy on the throne asked anxiously:
  - Who are you? Do you remind me of someone?
  Vitalik answered with a smile:
  - I want to talk to you alone, oh great one!
  Alexander the Fourth nodded:
  - Good! Let's retire to our quarters, I like to talk with my peers.
  And the boy-tsar headed for the small throne room. Vitalik, his bare feet silently treading, followed him. Alexander, wearing slippers, seemed slightly taller. His muscular build was hidden by his clothes.
  They walked out and stood in front of the mirror. Alexander happily took off his hated, restricting shoes and remarked:
  - We are the same height now!
  Vitaly suggested:
  - Let's compare muscles.
  And he took off his T-shirt. His muscles were indeed very defined and deeply defined.
  Alexander also stripped off his royal robes, leaving him almost naked. The boy was muscular, though paler, and his muscles weren't as defined, but they were nonetheless similar!
  Alexander noted:
  - Even our own mother wouldn't be able to tell us apart.
  Vitaly asked with a smile:
  - Would you like to change places with me?
  The boy king nodded:
  - Of course! I dream of showing up in the city without security, running barefoot through the streets, rolling in the mud. And generally taking a break from the affairs of state. Why not?
  Vitalik noted:
  - In royal robes, no one will think it's me, it's you. And you'll wear mine!
  Alexander nodded:
  - Our voices are similar too. Listen, I really like your idea!
  And the boys began to swap clothes. The Tsar's shoes were a bit big and not entirely comfortable, but they were studded with precious stones. And the clothes weren't entirely comfortable. It was clear how Alexander had enjoyed putting on shorts. He even considered going shirtless. But carrying a T-shirt was awkward, and he reluctantly pulled it on. So the boys swapped places.
  Vitaly also felt out of place, even though he was now the ruler of the largest empire in the world at the time.
  Both boys moved out of the throne room. Alexander whispered:
  "You'll be on my throne. And in the meantime, I'll take a stroll around the city. When I tire of being free, I'll come back and we'll trade places again."
  Vitaly nodded:
  - Great!
  The boys entered the kingdom hall. Vitalik headed toward the throne. He sat down with dignity and said:
  - Give this boy ten gold coins and let him go in peace!
  After which, the maids politely escorted the young king out. The barefoot boy took off running. How wonderful it was to be without shoes-his feet were light, and his bare soles felt blissful.
  Alexander took it and began to sing:
  Freedom, freedom, give me freedom,
  I'll fly to the heights like a bird!
  To the people, to the people, to the people,
  And I will live the way I want!
  The boy king was full of enthusiasm. However, as soon as he left the palace, his bare, not particularly rough soles felt the heat of the cobblestones. And it was an unpleasant sensation. He had to grit his teeth and strain to continue running.
  It's a tropical climate, and naturally, the summer sun is scorching hot. Slave boys are common, but how can a king go barefoot, even as a child?
  And then it really hurt. Alexander jumped-his heels burned, but he endured it. Then he ran into the shade, where it was less hot, and noticed:
  - Oh gods, I never thought that stones could be so hot!
  The boy looked at his hands. There were ten gold coins in them. The thought flashed through his mind: should he buy some sandals?
  But he had broken out of the palace to run around barefoot to his heart's content. And it wouldn't do for the son of a great commander to give in. His father had accomplished great things, and his son had given up simply because his bare feet were burning.
  Alexander set off again, running across the scorching cobblestones. The sun was still shining brightly.
  Suddenly he came across Cyrus. The boy, wearing a loincloth and covered in stripes, exclaimed:
  - Hello Vitalik!
  Alexander growled in response:
  - I'm not Vitalik, who are you?
  The boy answered with a smile:
  - I'm Kir! Have you forgotten me?
  The quick-witted Alexander replied:
  - I get it! You think I'm the boy we swapped clothes with!?
  Kir took a closer look. It was clear that Alexander's arms and legs weren't all that defined, and his bare soles were calloused. Especially if you looked closely.
  Cyrus bowed and asked:
  - So it is you, your majesty?
  Alexander nodded:
  - You're so smart! Why were you beaten?
  The boy answered with a smile:
  - For pranks!
  The Tsar-boy hissed:
  - If you make me angry, you will be impaled!
  Kir nodded with a smile:
  - Yes, my lord! I hear and obey!
  Alexander ordered:
  - Come on, run with me!
  And both boys took off. The boy king was naturally resilient and strong, but undertrained. Nevertheless, they ran quickly.
  Alexander asked as he ran:
  - Are you a slave?
  Cyrus answered with confidence:
  - No!
  - Why half-naked, beaten and barefoot?
  The boy answered with a smile:
  - Strip him before the spanking! And anyway, boys often walk around half-naked in the heat, even if their parents aren't that poor.
  Alexander nodded:
  - Logical!
  And the boy-king took off his undershirt. He was moderately tanned. He'd spent so much time wearing royal robes. And his bare soles glowed, as if a brazier had been lit beneath them.
  Alexander even started to moan.
  Cyrus asked:
  - Why are you groaning, your majesty?
  The boy king replied:
  - My heels burn a lot!
  The boy nodded:
  - I understand that the Tsar doesn"t walk barefoot - it"s not allowed by his rank!
  Alexander growled angrily:
  - I know! I'll make you get on your knees and lick my bare heels, and woe to you if you disobey!
  Kir nodded with a smile:
  - It"s all your will, oh great one!
  The boy king softened:
  - Okay, let's go to the shade and take a rest!
  And both boys ran into the shade and sat down on a bench. Alexander lifted his childish, bruised, and burned feet to feel a little better. Walking barefoot through Babylon in the summer is akin to torture.
  The young ruler ordered:
  - Buy me something to eat!
  And he threw a gold coin to Kira!
  The boy bowed and said:
  - I hear and obey.
  After which, his heels, beaten by sticks, began to flash, and he rushed to the nearest shop for food.
  Meanwhile, Vitaly sat on the throne. He was technically the king, but only nominally, as he was only ten years old. Cassander, the de facto regent and ruler, was the one who later killed the king. Historians debate exactly when. One theory is that Alexander died in battle.
  In any case, it's time to get rid of Cassander - whether he is a king or not!
  And the boy asked slowly:
  - Where is the Grand Vizier?
  The guard bowed and replied:
  - A delegation is being received in the adjacent throne room!
  Vitalik noted:
  - Call him to me in the bright light of day!
  The guard nodded and gave the order to another. And the machinery of state began to turn.
  Vitalik listened to a report from one of the viziers. The news was that there was unrest in the Afghan province. The people there are very freedom-loving.
  There is no Allah yet, but there is enough fanaticism.
  The boy suggested:
  "Let them justify their demands. Those who want justice will get it. And those who don't, the sword will be found!"
  Then, finally, Cassander appeared. He was a large, tall man, with a sword hanging from his belt. He reluctantly bowed to the young king and asked:
  - What would you like, Your Majesty?
  Vitalik answered with a smile:
  - I want to fight you with swords.
  Cassander chuckled and replied:
  - A good wish, Your Majesty! But you are still a child, and I am a great warrior.
  The boy king nodded:
  - I know! But you forgot what a great fighter my father was.
  Cassander nodded:
  - Yes, you are strong and fast beyond your years! But you are nowhere near me. However, I am ready to teach you a lesson.
  Vitalik nodded:
  - I will fight barefoot!
  The boy took off these shoes, which were clearly not his size and only got in the way, even though they were luxurious.
  Then the royal robes were removed, leaving only swimming trunks.
  Cassander was surprised:
  - You've gotten a tan and become more muscular!
  Vitalik confirmed:
  - I was studying!
  Cassander didn't take off his expensive boots and armor. He seemed confident of victory.
  His sword was much larger than that of the boy king, and Alexander the Great's general himself was much taller and heavier.
  The fight began with a shooting range. Cassander slowly struck, and Vitalik dodged. The boy was a master of taekwondo, but he also knew his way around a sword. He had already decided to kill Cassander, who would soon try to kill him. Or rather, he would even kill the rightful king.
  The boy lulled Cassander's vigilance by pretending that he was simply practicing.
  And then he leaped forward. Vitaly Akulov's sharp sword plunged straight into his opponent's throat. Kassander took the blow, staggered, and then collapsed, a fountain of scarlet blood gushing from his throat.
  The boy announced with delight:
  - The Supreme Vizier has died, now I will rule!
  Cassander was carried away. Vitalik ordered him buried with the honors due to the second-in-command. Incidentally, Cassander killed Alexander IV's mother, didn't he? Well, he got what he deserved!
  Vitalik left several beautiful prints of his childish, but strong and nimble feet on the stone floor.
  After which he sang:
  And even though you have to spill it,
  In the furious battle, a stormy stream of blood...
  To break the thread of life with a sword, with an arrow,
  Let us never betray love forever and ever!
  
  MUTANT ACE RAPING HISTORY
  ANNOTATION
  As a result of an accidental mutagen leak, a German pilot becomes physically resembling a teenager and gains superpowers. These powers are so powerful that they change the entire course of World War II!
  CHAPTER No. 1
  In January 1943, a mutant ace appeared among the Germans. The young man had also undergone modification and acquired superpowers. He initially fought on the Mediterranean front against the British and Americans. He became the first Luftwaffe pilot to shoot down 200 aircraft, earning him the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with silver oak leaves, swords, and diamonds.
  After shooting down three hundred aircraft, he became the first in the Third Reich to receive the Military Merit Cross in gold and diamonds. He was then transferred to the Eastern Front.
  There, he took part in the epic Battle of Kursk. A boyish, blond, mutant youth, seemingly a teenager of about fourteen, who hadn't even grown a mustache or beard, had by this point become an incredibly powerful aerial fighter. He couldn't be targeted, yet he intuitively sensed enemy aircraft formations.
  Both his instincts and his aim became supernatural. He was so adept at shooting down Soviet aircraft that he earned the nickname "White Devil" and was feared like fire.
  Moreover, he received a unique experimental fighter ME-309, which had seven firing points at once - three aircraft cannons and four machine guns, and no one could stand against it.
  A boy named Wolf, who survived the mutation, quickly racked up the score. He shot down around five hundred aircraft in two months at Kursk. Other German pilots followed suit. The Nazis retained their air superiority and managed to avoid defeat on the ground. However, there was no victory. The Nazis retreated to their original positions and entrenched themselves there. The front line proved stable.
  The USSR's losses turned out to be higher than in real history. Incidentally, the Allies also postponed the landing in Sicily. They were wary of extending the fighting to the mainland. And Wolf Rommel-the name of the mutant pilot-instilled fear in them.
  Moreover, Wolfe managed to shoot down Montgomery's own plane during his Mediterranean career. The most talented British commander died. Because of this, the British postponed the landing in Sicily. And then abandoned it altogether. Roosevelt, too, was more interested in defeating Japan than invading Europe.
  So Wolf Rommel fought successfully and shot down Soviet planes with great relish. It's no wonder he's a mutant.
  Bombing raids on the Third Reich and its factories also decreased. This allowed the Germans to launch the new Panther-2 tank, with more powerful armament and armor, into production as early as September 1943. The tank had decent frontal protection: 100 mm on the hull and 120 mm on the turret. The sides were 60 mm thick, all sloped. This allowed the Panther-2 to withstand attacks from smaller Soviet guns. Plus, it had the 88 mm gun of the 71EL, which was very powerful and rapid-fire, penetrating Soviet vehicles from a distance. The Panther-2's performance was also quite good. Weighing 53 tons, it had a 900 horsepower engine, meaning it could move just as well as the Soviet T-34. Furthermore, the Tiger-2 entered production earlier.
  The Germans controlled the largest bauxite deposit in Zaporozhye, and therefore their tanks had good quality armor.
  In the autumn, Soviet troops unsuccessfully attempted to advance in Ukraine and in the centre.
  For 500 Soviet aircraft shot down, Wolf Rommel received a new award: the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with gold oak leaves, swords, and diamonds. And for 750 aircraft shot down, he received the unique Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with platinum oak leaves, swords, and diamonds. And for 1,000 aircraft shot down, Hitler instituted a special award: the Star of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with silver oak leaves, swords, and diamonds.
  And when the mutant pilot surpassed one and a half thousand downed aircraft by the New Year, he received another award: the Star of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with golden oak leaves, swords and diamonds.
  So the accounts were actively being accumulated, like in a fairy tale.
  Wolf Rommel became a phenomenon that other Luftwaffe pilots looked up to.
  In January, the Red Army attempted an offensive near Leningrad, but was unable to break through the defenses. Soviet troops also achieved no success in Ukraine. Moreover, German tanks were produced in large quantities, and the Panther, in particular, was very good at defense.
  In two months, Wolf Rommel shot down more than five hundred Soviet aircraft.
  And he received the Star of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with platinum oak leaves, swords and diamonds.
  His exploits inspired other pilots, both male and female. In particular, the pilots Adala and Agatha emerged, also shooting down Soviet aircraft and racking up scores.
  Winter had passed. The Germans were amassing their forces for new offensives. They had acquired the advanced propeller-driven TA-152 multirole attack fighter, superior to Soviet aircraft. And they had jet aircraft.
  So Stalin decided to take it on specifically. The front line was still the same as it had been in the summer of 1943.
  But the Germans were amassing their forces for an offensive. The number of Panther-2s was growing, and they were ready to launch a decisive attack.
  Hitler was counting on this very much.
  Meanwhile, Stalin was negotiating with Churchill and Roosevelt. They declared that a landing in France was impossible and pointless. Soldiers would only die in vain.
  The Germans were still strong, they said. Difficulties also arose regarding Lend-Lease. Hitler somewhat softened his policy toward the Jews and hinted that he might abandon anti-Semitism entirely if the West made peace with him and helped.
  Stalin understood he was in a difficult position. The country was exhausted and overstretched. The Germans had held off defeat during the winter, and they could recapture their victories in late spring and summer. So it was best not to meddle with them.
  There was, of course, hope for new technology. The T-34-85 and IS-2 tanks. But they're certainly not as powerful as the Panther-2 and Tiger-2. Yes, the IS-2 is inferior in armament, shell quality, and frontal armor. It's just that the new tanks are at least an improvement over the old ones. Especially the T-34-76, which couldn't even penetrate the side of a Tiger-2.
  Stalin gathered his inner circle. The bunker was underground in the Kremlin.
  The Germans hadn't yet actively bombed Moscow. But they had V-1 rockets under development, and, of course, formidable jet bombers against which the Soviet air force and air defenses were still powerless.
  Moreover, the Nazis had already entered production with new aircraft. The TA-152, which could carry up to two tons of bombs, and the Ju-288 bomber, which could carry up to six tons and had greater range, speed, and defensive armament. And these are already in production. And there are also developments. First and foremost, the four-engine Ju-488, capable of speeds up to seven hundred kilometers per hour-very high for a bomber-and could carry up to ten tons. And the even more formidable six-engine TA-400. It carried more bombs and was protected by thirteen cannons. It could also have been fitted with jet engines.
  So it's clear the capital won't be quiet for long. The Germans had already launched the MP-44 assault rifle, the best in the world at the time, into production. And they already had the "E" series of tanks, which were unrivaled, on the way.
  So, it's clear that the USSR could have easily lost this war. Especially since Hitler had all of Europe working. Foreigners were recruited into the infantry, into factories, and so on. The Third Reich had a significant advantage in manpower, given the occupied territories. And the quality of its weapons was probably even higher.
  Although the ME-262 isn't perfect yet, it's too early to put it into production. However, the TA-152 and ME-309, which are already in production, are excellent fighters. Both their speed and armament are excellent. True, the aircraft are quite heavy, which affects maneuverability. But their powerful armament allows them to shoot down a target in a single pass and lose speed in a dive, for example, when a Yak is tailing them. And the German aircraft are stronger in vertical maneuvering and have higher speed.
  Yakovlev informed Stalin about the Yak-3, which was under development and was lighter and more maneuverable than the Yak-9.
  Stalin listened to this, glancing at the portrait of Alexander Suvorov. This commander of Tsarist Russia was unique, and lived for almost seventy years, undefeated. Although he was not given large armies, even his most resounding victories over the French didn't yield an inch of land for Russia. But he knew how to win, despite being outnumbered.
  Now the Germans began to form legions from practically all over Europe. Hitler stopped the terror against the Jews, and even began to recruit volunteer battalions from among them.
  The Polish Liberation Army also appeared, in opposition to the Polish army.
  The French, Dutch, Belgians, Danes, and other Europeans were recruited into the Third Reich, especially SS units. Belarusian and Ukrainian divisions also appeared in the USSR. The Germans became smarter and more flexible as the war progressed. Belarus now had a central Rada, and local forces were used against the partisans. Belarus formally gained autonomy, and a semblance of self-government was emerging. Just like in Ukraine, where Bandera was released from prison. And new nationalist divisions began to form.
  So the USSR had no advantage in manpower. But in terms of equipment, the Germans had the upper hand.
  Stalin noted:
  "Making the Yak-3 requires large quantities of high-quality duralumin. And supplies from the US and Britain have sharply declined. And our allies are already brazenly demanding that we pay for it in gold!"
  Yakovlev replied with a sigh:
  - Yes, for now, the Yak-9 remains the primary fighter! And its production should be increased!
  Ilyushin reported:
  Aircraft production reached one hundred a day, including forty fighters. But their quality has declined. Many aircraft weigh three or four hundred kilograms heavier than the standard models, and because of this, they even lose out to the Germans in maneuverability!
  The air force commander nodded:
  "We have a simply catastrophic loss ratio in aerial combat-one to ten in favor of the Germans. And our pilots are poorly trained. The Allies have stopped supplying aviation gasoline, and we don't have enough of our own. And Soviet aircraft are not known for their quality. Plus, the Germans have a whole galaxy of excellent aces. There are also female pilots. For example, Albina and Alvina, two new stars, have already received the Knight's Cross with Silver Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds, having shot down over three hundred aircraft each."
  And this in a short time!
  Stalin nodded and remarked:
  - It turns out that Wolf is not the only pilot-terminator!
  The commander nodded:
  - If only there was one!
  The Supreme Commander-in-Chief asked:
  - And what will Zhukov say?
  The Marshal of the USSR responded with a dejected look:
  "We need a new weapon. The T-34-85 tank isn't powerful enough. Its gun still can't penetrate the Panther-2 or the Tiger-2 frontally. The Germans have developed a more advanced Panther-3, which should have the same armor as the Tiger-2, but be lighter and have a more powerful engine. If that tank goes into production, we'll be in total trouble!"
  Stalin muttered:
  - What about the IS-2?
  Zhukov answered honestly:
  "The turret's frontal armor is weak. Even a simple Panther can easily take it out from a kilometer away, and even further with an underbarrel round!"
  The Supreme Commander noted:
  - Why didn"t they make its frontal armor 160 mm?
  Zhukov answered honestly:
  - Because a powerful gun is already heavy. And the transmission will simply jam.
  We were forced to abandon this and limit ourselves to 100 millimeters in the front.
  Stalin grinned and his expression was unkind. Then he asked:
  - What if we reduce the side armor of the IS-2 from ninety millimeters to fifty, and strengthen the front at the expense of this?
  Zhukov nodded:
  "That's entirely possible, Comrade Stalin. But it takes time to develop a new turret and put it into production!"
  Marshal Vasilevsky noted:
  "In this case, the Germans will be able to penetrate the IS-2's turret from the side with bazookas, Faustpatrone rockets, and lighter guns. So this is a controversial decision!"
  The Supreme One growled:
  - No matter where you throw it, there"s a wedge everywhere!
  Yakovlev noted:
  "We need to develop jet aviation! The Germans already have ME-262s fighting in the skies. They're not particularly effective, but time is running out, and the Nazis will surely develop something better."
  Beria nodded and stated:
  According to the latest reports, the Germans are developing the ME-1100 jet fighter, which could take to the skies as early as this fall. It has some original ideas. They're also developing the ME-262X, which should be more powerful and better than previous models and ready for combat use.
  Stalin asked:
  - What are the details?
  The People's Commissar of Internal Affairs replied with a sigh:
  "They're secret, and we're working on it! But rumor has it the ME-262 should have a speed of over 1,100 kilometers per hour."
  Stalin's entourage whistled in surprise.
  The Supreme nodded:
  - Wow! Then we're definitely doomed! And what will Molotov say?
  The People's Commissar for Foreign Affairs replied with a sigh:
  "The Western Allies have put the brakes on the war. They're still fighting, technically, but they're not actually conducting any combat operations. The Germans have also stopped producing submarines and are focusing on tanks and aircraft. Furthermore, instead of V-12 missiles, factories will be churning out the latest jet bombers. And that means they'll bomb us mercilessly. We simply won't be able to keep up with jets!"
  Stalin muttered:
  - This is terrible! It means there is no help to be expected!
  Marshal Vasilevsky replied:
  - Russia has only two allies: the army and the navy!
  The Supreme Commander nodded:
  - Yes, that's true! However, it was not the very good Tsar Alexander III who said something like that!
  Beria noted:
  If Tsar Alexander III had lived longer, he might have been great. He could have easily won the war with Japan!
  Zhukov grinned and replied:
  - If I were Kuropatkin, I would beat the Japanese. And nothing would stop me!
  Stalin muttered:
  "Enough of this nonsense! We're not the AIs here! We need to save our homeland. Soon Hitler will come at us with all his might, and it'll be a real disaster. We need concrete ideas!"
  Marshal Vasilevsky, who was known as a great strategist, proposed:
  "Let's focus on defense in depth. We need as many guns as possible, including anti-tank ones. How are we getting them produced?"
  Nikolai Voznesensky answered confidently:
  - Very good indeed! We produce exactly as much artillery as the military requires. We can't produce more; there won't be enough gun crews!
  Marshal Vasilevsky noted:
  "We need more, especially anti-aircraft guns. They can be used against both aircraft and ground targets!"
  Stalin nodded his graying head:
  "We need to produce more 100mm anti-aircraft guns. They can penetrate a Panther-2 head-on, even a Tiger-2 at point-blank range, and still shoot down those pesky German planes."
  Voznesensky noted:
  "We still need to produce the right ammunition for the 100mm cannon. There's also the idea of a self-propelled gun based on the T-34 chassis. The SU-100, which would be easier to manufacture than the T-34-85 but far more powerful in terms of armament."
  The Supreme nodded with a satisfied look:
  - Well, you, Voznesensky, are a master of none other! Now let's sing!
  And the entourage sang in chorus:
  In the vastness of the wonderful Motherland,
  Tempered in battle and labor...
  We composed a joyful song,
  About a great friend and leader!
  
  Stalin is the glory of battle,
  Stalin is the flight of youth...
  Fighting and winning with songs,
  Our people follow Stalin!
  
  Fighting and winning with songs,
  Our people follow Stalin!
  Well, the Red Empire is gathering forces to repel the onslaught. But on the other hand, Hitler is also preparing an offensive. German arms production is increasing. The Panther-2 has better protection on the front of the turret, thanks to a 150-millimeter, sloped gun mantlet and a 100-millimeter, 45-degree sloped hull front. This is just enough that the T-34-85 can't penetrate the German tank from the front. But it can penetrate it from three and a half kilometers away.
  Thus, the Panther-2 became the mainstay tank, and regular Panthers are already being phased out. The same goes for the T-4. However, they are still being produced to avoid a collapse in production volumes. The same goes for the Tiger, which, despite its release, is still in production.
  It's impossible to immediately convert all production to the Panther-2. Even though this tank is very good, both in speed and armor, and especially in armament, where it has no equal.
  In early March, while the roads were still fresh, the Germans made their first attempt at an offensive. They struck in the direction of Voroshilovgrad and Krasnodonsk, as well as Donetsk.
  These parts of Ukraine were recaptured by the Red Army during the Stalingrad turning point, and the Germans were unable to recapture them. The Nazis succeeded in achieving tactical surprise.
  So they spread disinformation that they wanted to encircle the Soviets at the Kursk Bulge. But they struck in a different direction, where they were least expected!
  The battles involved powerful Nazi tanks, including the Tiger II, which, compared to the real-life model, had a more powerful 1,000-horsepower engine, meaning it moved faster and could serve as a decent breakthrough tank.
  The Germans initially advanced quickly. They captured Voroshilovgrad, Krasnodonsk, and Donetsk, but then the snow melted and the heavy German tanks sank into the mud. Nevertheless, the Nazis were able to take complete control of all of Ukraine and declared another victory.
  The first German E-series tanks also took part in the fighting, particularly the E-10 self-propelled gun. This vehicle boasted some very advanced characteristics. Firstly, it stood only 1.2 meters tall, and had a crew of only two, all prone. The engine and transmission were mounted sideways. The self-propelled gun itself was small, but had a 400-horsepower engine. Ten tons of it were able to accommodate 82-millimeter frontal armor at a steep, well-sloped angle, and 52-millimeter side armor, plus road wheels.
  The E-10 is a near-perfect vehicle. It can reach speeds of up to 100 kilometers per hour on the highway and 70 kilometers per hour on the highway. It's difficult to hit and easily camouflaged.
  At the same time, it's cheap and easy to produce. The gun's only drawback is its barrel length, similar to that of the T-4 75mm 48 EL. However, it can penetrate Soviet tanks head-on, albeit at close range. It can withstand frontal hits from the T-45-85, and is also nearly impossible to hit.
  And the crew is also unusual - two SS wolf girls, Gerda and Charlotte.
  They are ready to fight like monsters, and they possess colossal, destructive power.
  Even though it was still a bit chilly in March, the girls fought in just bikinis and barefoot.
  And they showed their combat master class.
  But of course, there's no need to talk about them in such detail. On the other side, the Soviet Komsomol girls are fighting.
  And they, too, are half-naked and barefoot. But they show off their aggressive and tough character. They shoot accurately, using their scarlet nipples when pulling the trigger. And they sing while doing so;
  We are the daughters of our dear Fatherland,
  The countries of the Soviets under the red banner!
  Comrade Stalin is a daring falcon,
  Which will make the whole world beautiful!
  
  We were born with happiness, together with our Motherland,
  To grow grain and textile flax...
  These are the sons of Russia,
  That man will be omnipotent!
  
  The thunder is rumbling - fascism is creeping up on us,
  Armadas of formidable tanks struck...
  But better punch the enemy in the eye,
  We are not babies lapping up semolina!
  
  The Fuhrer broke through to Moscow on horseback,
  On white and made of polished steel...
  Adolf Hitler sold out to Satan,
  He thought bullets wouldn't stop him!
  
  Comrade Stalin is a daring knight,
  He clashed with Hitler in the lists...
  And it turned out that the Fuhrer is not cool,
  The leader's fist hit him in the Adam's apple!
  
  Now the fascist is shaking like a leaf,
  How Stalin seriously injured him...
  He would prefer to play whist in the circus,
  Well, now Adolf is just a homeless tanner!
  
  The nightmare of the Nazi world Stalingrad,
  Because our guys have become stronger...
  The soldier of the Soviet Union is very happy,
  We gave all the enemies a kick in the ass!
  
  Berlin will fall at the girls' feet, you know,
  The girls will walk barefoot with gusto...
  We will soon build a paradise on the planet,
  And it will be very joyful and quiet!
  
  Everything will become good in the universe,
  The girls will receive a cloak made of diamonds...
  Sometimes it gets too hard,
  But we are a country older than the Atlanteans!
  
  In Russia, the pioneer and the titan,
  In the Fatherland, every warrior from the cradle...
  Adolf, you are a loser and a tyrant,
  You got a black eye from the girls' feet!
  
  When communism reigns over the universe,
  The Virgin Mary will spread the veil...
  Then all revanchism will be in a cage,
  And the Name of Jesus God of Light!
  The Komsomol girls sang so beautifully and with such feeling. They did it with great inspiration. And their voices sounded so vibrant.
  And the girls threw destructive grenades with their bare toes, killing power.
  The pioneers also fought, wearing only shorts, spotted shirts, and barefoot despite the snow still lingering.
  And although the children's bare legs were red from the cold and were as scarlet as ducks, they moved actively and fought stubbornly.
  These were truly real, aggressive and very fighting guys.
  Who fired grenades, pulling back the bowstrings and launching lethal gifts of death.
  And they also sang;
  The light of my exalted Russia -
  Countries that gave life to the world with soul!
  You can"t find a more beautiful Motherland than this one,
  She is the message of the universe - a holy dream!
  
  In every blade of grass and every drop of dew,
  And in the warm drops of summer rain...
  Snowflakes play with diamonds,
  In them is the face of Jesus - the Lord Leader!
  
  The creation of the radiant Svarog,
  It is beautiful in every cornflower.
  He who desires peace is like a son to God,
  He lives wonderfully, believe me, everywhere!
  
  But the Almighty gave us such a will,
  So that everyone chooses a free path,
  So that the soldier loves his native Motherland,
  So that he may glorify Rod in his deeds!
  
  However, they made an unkind choice,
  And now an evil stream is pouring onto the Earth!
  Russia is being trampled by crowds of tanks from hell.
  Fate is cruel and merciless in battle!
  
  But shoulder to shoulder, fighters, let us unite -
  Under the Banner of Soviet October.
  The faces from the icon will give grace,
  It is not in vain that they stand for us before the Lord!
  
  Even though demons graze behind Hitler,
  And he put many features into Germany!
  But we shoot down Junkers like saucers,
  After all, you have to fight to tear the blood out of your veins!
  
  The enemy has reached Moscow - everything is burning,
  Through binoculars he sees the stars of the Kremlin!
  But we beat Mamai"s horde before,
  The Lord will give strength to loving sons!
  
  Fatherland - I whisper in prayer with pain,
  Our cities are burning like torches!
  What was built with sweat and love,
  Have they really been exterminated forever?
  
  But the Family will not abandon its Creation -
  He will give strength and the enemy will fall!
  As it was said in God's wise book-
  Rus' will win and march to the star!
  
  The Wehrmacht was defeated, blood was flowing like a stream,
  Moscow, and then glorious Stalingrad!
  And the Motherland will give you apple juice,
  So that the machine gun with a grenade becomes light!
  
  In Berlin we will be - Stalin is the leader,
  Viceroy of God on Earth where is sin!
  Brothers, do not spare the fascist creatures,
  Then there will be happiness and success!
  This is how the pioneers sing with feeling and inspiration. And their voices are childlike, pure, and sweet.
  And even though their feet are bare, bruised, scratched, all covered in abrasions and bruises, and even their toes are blue from the cold, there are bright smiles on the lips of both boys and girls.
  And it is clear that they will not give up, but will continue to sing and fight.
  Lenin raised us for the happiness of the people,
  And Stalin illuminated the great path for us...
  Ilyich brought holy freedom to everyone,
  The teacher-successor of the enemies has defeated!
  
  PUTIN'S LUCK WITH HITLER
  Hitler used a magical ritual to gain the good fortune of Russian President Putin. And this dramatically changed the course of history. First, the air battle for Britain was won. True, Hitler hesitated to launch a landing, but the Luftwaffe gained dominance in the skies. Under these circumstances, Franco agreed to storm Gibraltar. The Germans captured the fortress in two days. And then they moved their troops to Africa.
  The war with the USSR was postponed. But this only benefited the Nazis, as the Dark Continent was conquered.
  The numerical superiority of the fascists and their better organization allowed them to capture Africa, the Middle East, and India within a year.
  And in November 1942, the Nazis suddenly landed and captured Britain in eleven days.
  After which, preparations for war against the USSR began. The Germans deployed new tanks: Panthers, Tigers, and Lions, ready for battle. And on June 22, 1943, the invasion began.
  Of course, the USSR had managed to prepare well by this time in two years. The number of tanks had grown to thirty-eight thousand and one hundred twenty divisions. The number of aircraft had reached fifty thousand. The number of guns and other types of armament had also increased. But the Wehrmacht had made significant advances. The number of tanks in the Third Reich had grown from six thousand to twenty thousand in two years. And their quality had improved significantly.
  Aviation in the Third Reich also took off. The new ME-309, a very powerful fighter, entered production. Even more powerful were the Focke-Wulf, the Ju-288, and the Ju-188. And that was serious. The Nazis also acquired gas projectors and much more, including the more powerful MP-44 assault rifle.
  Most importantly, the Germans had a large number of infantry. They could draw on colonial troops and soldiers from Europe.
  But there were other nuances, too. The Red Army wasn't prepared for defense. It hadn't been trained to defend itself. And while the fortifications on the Molotov Line had been completed, they were too close to the border and insufficient in depth.
  Moreover, the Germans could attack from Turkey, Iran, and India. Plus, Japan had deployed troops for the offensive.
  Yes, they pressed hard.
  And within three months, the USSR was defeated and Moscow fell. Two months later, Russia was completely occupied.
  After which Hitler decided to attack America. And here the Germans were lucky.
  American tanks were weak, and their air force lagged behind. The Germans, however, had successful jet aircraft, flying saucers completely invulnerable to small arms fire, and submarines that weren't immune to hydrogen peroxide. And the E-series tanks crushed the US, albeit with difficulty, largely due to the distance. On January 30, 1946, the remnants of the US Army surrendered.
  And on April 20, 1951, Hitler, fearing that the samurai were developing an atomic bomb, attacked Japan. The war was a one-sided affair. The Nazis developed more advanced pyramidal tanks, powerful flying saucers with lasers, ultrasonic weapons, more sophisticated multiple rocket launchers, and much more.
  In other words, Japan held out for no more than six months. And the war ended with another victory for the Wehrmacht.
  Putin's luck helped Hitler conquer the last significant empire on earth.
  And on April 20, 1959, a global referendum was held, which established the imperial form of government of the world power, headed by Adolf Hitler.
  As early as 1949, the Germans landed on the Moon. And on April 20, 1957, the mission to Mars took place.
  The Nazis were conquering the solar system. And the entire world was now under the ironclad German order. At seventy, Adolf Hitler became world emperor, thanks to the good fortune of Vladimir Putin. What a phenomenal achievement.
  All that remained was to explore other worlds, but humanity was united. Of course, there were numerous construction projects of various kinds all over the world, including an underground tunnel from Chukotka to Alaska. But then, on May 1, 1959, Adolf Hitler died in a plane crash. And the broadcaster's fantastic reign ended. Apparently, Putin, with his phenomenal luck, was not destined to live more than seventy years.
  But Hitler already had an heir. From among the children conceived through artificial insemination. So Adolf's dynasty continued. And humanity continued building projects of varying magnitude.
  Even in Africa, roads, railways, and highways were built, along with numerous cities. And black people worked there, boosting the economy of the Dark Continent.
  Humanity developed and rose. The construction of communism progressed, and people's lives became better and better.
  Hitler's son, Wolf I, succeeded him as emperor. He was young but wise, and he raised humanity to great heights. One of his ideas was to increase the number of women and experiment with genes. In particular, it was decided to increase the number of females so that there were five times as many males.
  Simultaneously, in 1961, the empire's cosmonauts flew to Venus, and a year later to Mercury. A couple of years later, they visited Jupiter's moons. They also visited other planets. Until, in 1980, they visited the farthest planet in the solar system, Pluto. And that was great.
  And in the year 2000, the first starless expedition began. Crime had almost disappeared on planet Earth, and disease and epidemics were eradicated; people forgot about hunger and commodity shortages. Life became better and more joyful.
  And a true paradise was being built. And people didn't fight each other. Science developed rapidly. And brought people happiness. Technology also developed. The masterpiece of this, of course, was the disc-shaped craft. They were already capable of flying between planets. And the Fritzes were unstoppable.
  In Russia, the guerrilla war quickly died down. People decided there was no chance of overthrowing the Nazis and that they had to live. And life was getting better and better. The empire was marching toward communism. After 2000, many goods became completely free. There were no homeless people; everyone had a job. And beautiful houses were being built. Everyone had cars, everyone had free internet, and much more.
  Life was improving. People were getting better. And everyone was gradually getting used to being a single empire. And assimilation was underway.
  Russians and other Slavs received equal rights with Germans. And other peoples also lived well under Nazi rule.
  Those who didn't fight or join the partisans lived with dignity. The Germans didn't carry out punitive actions without reason.
  And indeed, as soon as we got rid of the partisans, the repressions stopped at once.
  The occupation policy was flexible. Self-government and the use of local personnel were both in place. And in 2020, all people on planet Earth received citizenship, and legal equality was finally established.
  By this time, science had developed so much that old age was conquered, and everyone became eternally young and beautiful.
  And on other planets of the solar system, settlements of the Third Reich appeared. And so the world became healthy.
  The young men and women of this world began to spread throughout the galaxy. The Hypernet matrix had already acquired virtual reality, along with a wealth of wonderful, youthful, and beautiful things. Anything could now be reproduced.
  The empire of the Third Reich became an empire of great possibilities and conquered the universe.
  And the women in her now outnumber the men five times. And they are all beautiful, young girls, and the men are young men who don't need to shave their beards. Indeed, a beard is merely a primitive, animalistic atavism.
  And so, in virtual reality, such interesting games rage and burn.
  One of these omnipotent Creators of the Universe, Friedrich Sphero, just arranged the coolest "entertainment".
  Specifically, a space battle. On one side are his troops, representing Proud Germany, on the other the star army of any friend, the equally all-powerful creator of the universe, the Harlequinade-Formidable Germany. So, since all-powerful people are fighting, it's going to be incredibly fun.
  The grip of the Terrible German army was inexorably tightening. A hyperplasmic embrace sought to squeeze the mighty enemy from Proud Germania tighter. Millions upon millions of starships met their end here. Often heroic, sometimes absurd. They died with smiles on their lips, hoping to be resurrected in time. Although it looked quite eerie... The streamlined, teardrop-shaped machine ablaze with a unique flame that chews through the fields of space and vacuum. Flames race through the corridors and ventilation shafts of the spaceship. Millions of living soldiers, both human and alien, with billions of robots on board, try to escape the all-consuming heat. Almost all the fighting humans are beautiful girls, painted with elaborate, avant-garde hairstyles, as if gathered not for a brutal battle, but for an imperial masquerade ball. One of the girls' hair, shaped like a windmill with peacock-wing blades, caught fire, and she screamed hysterically. The pain was unimaginably excruciating, and her scalp literally ripped off. The windmill blades tore off and then spun in a nine-fold vortex of kinematic distortions.
  But the orcs and elves roar especially menacingly; for them, it truly is the most terrifying thing imaginable, the flames taking on one form or another. Sometimes it's the grinning face of a sinful spirit summoned from the lowest depths of hell by a necrophilic sorcerer, sometimes a flame dancing through the cabins and twisting the gun barrels into the form of a terrifying, utterly enraged predator. And sometimes, even more terrifying, the surreal image of a destructive and burning substance.
  And all this on the scale of a starship no less massive than Mercury... However, by the standards of the creator of the universe, there aren't that many. The creator of this entirely material reality, however, decided to go all out.
  Sphero Friedrich Katastrofov felt both excitement and satisfaction: one zero in his favor. The young creator-terminator turned, avoiding the beam of magoplasm and, under the noise of the crackling gravonuclear beams shaking the vacuum, slammed another magolet into the back. Hitting it wasn't easy; the war machines galloped like the hooves of horses at a gallop, spurred on by a devil who had gathered all the power of the underworld. And there were no laws of physics or cosmology familiar to the backward people of the past. The concept of inertia was purely a matter of the creator's will.
  Now (Consisting of a Hyper-prince-magician-plasma of such a type of matter incomprehensible to human perception, you can take on any form and modification of existence, changing the size from the core of a photon, when you can easily place an entire universe trillions of parsecs in diameter in the palm of your hand!) Sphero chose to incarnate in the body of a biologically modified boy, who was trained in the powerful and technologically advanced empire of Proud Russia, even when he was still a fetus maturing in the womb of an incubator-computer.
  From the moment of conception, training in a special, cosmic warfare was underway, interrupted by pain impulses. And yet there were misses, as the trajectories of the inertia-free magolets were completely unpredictable. But Sphero had no complexes about this. He deliberately limited them to make his abilities more interesting. After all, Proud Germany, spread across billions of galaxies and a quadrillion inhabited worlds, is a creation-of course, a virtual matrix. And the game of cosmic warfare must be governed by rules. To avoid chaos altogether. The boy creator shot down three more, missing twice. Magopulses from weapons systems of fabulous design cut through the vacuum and even caused it to peel away, like slices of honey cheesecake, on another level of the universe. Sphero dove into the ice hole of space again, entering attack mode. The Boy-Creator chose a moment when he could not be detected by the cybernetic surveillance systems that provide a complete overview of the space surrounding the various modifications of the Magolet.
  "The Magomatrix absorbs via kinesiphoton!" the Creator-boy said philosophically, shooting down another fighter and dodging the striking tentacles of the Princeps-Plasma.
  Julius Caesar's army, entrusted by Spherus Friedrich with overall command, continued to press forward, exploiting its numerical superiority, continuing unsuccessful attempts to outflank it. Hannibal, the Harlequinade's protégé, increasingly dispersed his forces, attempting to spread the vast armada under his command over several parsecs (a parsec is the distance a beam of light travels in two and a half years). The troop density decreased, and individual skill became increasingly important. Both sides proved worthy, demonstrating superior aerobatics and maneuvering skills. But the losses were colossal, with millions of starships already consumed in the greedy torch of annihilation.
  Sphero suddenly shifted focus and found himself next to a stunning girl. The boy-creator and Valentina clasped hands, while the other boys and the far more numerous girls exchanged glances. They aimed their batteries and unleashed a hurricane-force hyperplasmic tornado on the boats, single-seat magelets, fighters, brigantines, destroyers, torpedo boats, and other small vessels. Sphero's eyes gleamed triumphantly.
  The overall level of training of the fighters, trained for war, even when they were floating as embryos in a peculiar nutrient medium, was quite high. But they didn't always hit the target through the numerous cracks and vacuum collapses. The enemy responded with its own merciless fire, even possessing a personal matrix. A stream of hyperplasma burned through the weakened matrix defenses, and the semi-spatial field pierced the armor. Then, unable to withstand the force, the magespace cracked, a multicolored stream of ultra-fire raining down on the firing pair. Sphero burned instantly (it's simply a super-awesome feeling when flesh annihilates!), and her partner's arm, leg, and torso up to the ribs evaporated. The beauty screamed and recoiled. Valentina gave the command.
  - Enable cyber regeneration.
  The girl's body (like that of other humans) had long since ceased to be protein. It was a special kind of flesh with hyperplasmic inclusions, and humans themselves feed on superenergy. So, after the injury, the flesh began to slowly grow back. Relatively slowly, the process itself is visible to the naked eye, the rate of tissue growth is 0.9 centimeters per second. But the brutal battle was quite fleeting, and the armor was still scorched in several places. Two weapons were vaporized, six soldiers were killed, one young man was half-burned, and the girl temporarily lost her scalp and fingers. Sphero laughed and returned, asking, "What have you accomplished by defeating the bearer of the creator of the universe?" Miraculously, the shells were able to avoid detonation. But the damage was colossal, the air was siphoning, ejected and flaring into the vacuum. However, the guys responded with dignity. Sphero himself fired a delicate shot offhand, knocking out a three-seater attack aircraft. Valentina, her tongue lengthened, licked the guy on the lips.
  - Megaquasar!
  "Give us a hyper-annihilation plasma eruption!" the young Creator of universes roared.
  Two Magolets were shot down by other weapons, and three of the destroyer's firing turrets were shot out. But just at that moment, a guided missile cruiser trained its guns on them. The boy creator, not without pleasure, felt the breath of death in his face with a thrill. A gigantic, evil woman with a scythe threatened, and Captain Sphero gave the order.
  - Flexible retreat! Move like a snake, through a hedgehog!
  The battery jerked back, but was just a little late. The vacuum seemed to ache with pain as a hyperplasmic vortex swept through. A terrible blow of gravoplasm slammed into the battery. Five cannons and twelve crew members were completely vaporized. Sphero and the other girls were thrown back by the gravity wave. The Creator Boy flew over, slamming his head into the abs of the athletically built, yet extremely graceful Valentina. And that's tough when the flesh you were ramming into isn't made of protein.
  "Wow, you pulsar-collapse hole!" Sphero muttered. He grinned as a bolt of hyperelectricity coursed through him.
  Large cracks ripped through the armor, cutting like ravines through the lilac surface of the metal, more than a million times stronger than titanium. What colossal power lies hidden in hyperplasma, or its even more advanced form, princeps plasma, capable of shifting stars and extinguishing quasars. And yet, this is only the sixth, seventh, and so on, state of matter. An entire ocean of hyperplasma can be created from any molecule. Theoretically (for now, this is beyond human reach), a single elementary particle could reproduce the entire universe. Or destroy it! Such are the quasi-divine powers of hyperplasma.
  The battery slides along a flexible, vibrating kinesispace collapse, and the soldier presses down with the weakened force of inertia. Then the spring ejects, and the battery opens fire again, but at a different point in space.
  Friedrich Sfero commands:
  - Fire with a narrow beam, switch the guns to concentrated ramrod mode.
  Since the computers are offline, this has to be done manually. Regulating the hyperplasma supply with a drum. But this is far from easy, and the training program has this contingency covered. The boys and girls handle this problem automatically. Sphero Friedrich locks onto a missile boat, firing slightly ahead. The faintest whine of the disrupted vacuum is heard, and the boat is torn to pieces. Judging by the force of the explosion, the ammunition detonates. A spot of light destroys the vehicle. The Magolet is also destroyed; the girl reproduced the precise shot.
  The wings fly off separately, while the flaming tail spins in the vacuum.
  The enemy brigantine takes additional damage, but responds with massive volleys. A stream of fire penetrates through the crack, knocking the girl back, revealing golden breasts with cinnabar-colored, luminescent nipples.
  Sphero squeals with delight:
  - See how cool it is! Black hole!
  Valentina slapped the almighty guy on his magoplastic-covered knee:
  - Princeps-quasarno! Pulsar ellipsis! Raise the knight's mace higher!
  The teardrop-shaped brig bristled with volleys. Prickly drops of hyperplasm sprayed across the entire battlespace.
  Friedrich Sfero whistled:
  - Give me a photon, into the collapse of the abyss!
  A frigate emerged from the side, and a nearby battery exploded. It seemed the boys were unlucky; they'd encountered a heavy missile or a Vibro-Field that could grind even the toughest metal into powder.
  The boy tried to spin the platform to survive the onslaught. But his opponents were also highly skilled professionals, having graduated from practically the same school. The creator of the Harlequinade wasn't a scammer in the Creation of Civilizations, either!
  The tempropreon cannon shattered, shattering into a pile of sparking parts. The girl and the boy-Creator manning the weapon were thrown back as if struck by a bat. With colossal acceleration, they crashed into the armor, slightly denting it, and then, heavily flattened, their extremely resilient and durable bodies shuddered from the shock. Then they began peeling off the ultra-strong coating, molding their beautiful figures, like statues of ancient gods, back into shape.
  Sphero felt a chill in his stomach. The enemy's plasma eruptions were intensifying; it seemed fresh forces had joined the battle. For example, an ultra-battleship, the size of a sizable asteroid and shaped like a massive dagger studded with emitters, emitted a richly patterned array of hyperplasma jets. A twisted, contorted substance, a hybrid of a matryoshka doll and an accordion, slammed into the Proud Germania cruiser. Other streams of annihilation crushed four teardrop-shaped artillery platforms.
  Sphero's right leg evaporated up to the knee, and without waiting for it to grow back naturally, he instantly grew a limb.
  Despite all his talent, Julius Caesar was losing the battle. The enemy had superior numbers and a roughly equal technological advantage. The only option in such a difficult situation was to retreat and avoid encirclement. Sphero listened shamelessly to the commands being given to the robots over the Princeps comm. They echoed with boundless optimism and a thirst for a quick victory. Julius Caesar's frigate had sustained some damage and its speed had slowed. Sphero felt fury; the power he had built seemed to be losing; he needed to destroy as many enemies as possible. His choice was victory or death. While it was obvious that destroying a few Magolets would change almost nothing, it was almost that unparalleled heroism of individuals that combined to form a torrent that crushed any obstacle. The boy, using the memory of the host, essentially his own creation (how he manages to churn out personalities and such complex structures is a separate question!), quickly recalled what he'd been drilled into during countless training sessions. He needed to avoid being noticed, to stick with the rest of the robots. It was much harder to get caught that way, but the chances of being exposed were significantly lower. But on the other hand, did he have the right to sit back at this critical moment? After all, a soldier's first duty is to preserve life, and secondly, to exterminate as many enemies as possible. In the event of a conflict, it's tradition to choose the second option. These are Americans of the past: more concerned with preserving their own skin. That's why the Yankees lost, and besides, their propaganda was weak. It lacked totality and comprehensiveness. If you recall the ancient history of Earth: in the days when humanity was chained to a single planet. A terrifying, divided world, all nations and peoples needed to be united. Several empires laid claim to this. First and foremost, the United States, China, and Islamic society. The world was becoming multipolar and literally torn apart, the number of independent states was growing, and the separatism of small nations was becoming an obsession. The Earth, the common home, was ablaze, and humanity was literally falling into the abyss! In earlier times, there were powerful rulers who wanted to unite humanity. First and foremost, Alexander the Great, one of the most outstanding military leaders of all time. He was invincible, but providence decreed that his life be too short. Otherwise, he had considerable potential; he built an international empire, bringing high Hellenic culture to Asia. Even Carthage and ancient Rome sent great tribute to Alexander the Great, the most outstanding Slav of classical antiquity! Before Alexander, Great Persia, under several kings (especially Cyrus), had achieved significant conquests, from India to Egypt, but it was he who first put forward the doctrine of a single ruler for the entire world! In Rome, Julius Caesar aspired to world dominance, but his lifespan proved short. After Caesar, the emperors lacked sufficiently powerful generals. The divine Augustine was sickly and physically weak, and the charismatic Nero was downright terrifying. The most famous rulers, Diolectanus and Constantine, fought more to maintain the status quo, without considering major conquests. Other generals emerged after the fall of Rome. Among them, the most prominent figures were Genghis Khan, Tamerlane, Napoleon, Adolf Hitler, and Stalin. Genghis Khan was quite successful. He conquered almost all of China, Afghanistan, and Khorezm, with vanguard forces reaching as far as Ancient Rus'. He had excellent prospects for victory; no one could resist the ever-growing forces of this cunning and skilled commander. But even his lifespan, quite long by medieval standards, was not enough to achieve global conquest. Genghis Khan founded a dynasty, but there was no one as great as him, capable of uniting all the nomads. Just like Tamerlane. Victory after victory, a vast empire, and then division, the destruction of Timur, squabbling between sons and grandsons. And there was no worthy successor. Napoleon and Hitler, having conquered Europe, broke their backs against Russia. Unfortunately, Russia itself was unable to achieve world domination. Stalin was a truly great ruler, transforming an illiterate, bast-shoe-wearing country into a powerful industrial power.
  And then, already in the twenty-first century, power over Germany, and then over the world, was gained by a mysterious couple possessing incredible hyper-intellectual power.
  They created the latest princeps-magic weapons, and humanity gradually developed to a state of virtual omnipotence.
  But war is war, especially space war, where miscalculations and casualties are inevitable. The warrior Friedrich Sfero, who decided to take a risk, has been lucky so far, managing to annihilate four combat vehicles without attracting attention.
  - There will be birch porridge for the little people! Or rather, plasma princeps!
  These are the kind of interesting games that the citizens of the Third Reich empire play as they conquer the universe.
  And how will all this end and to what heights of omnipotence can humanity reach, even the imagination is powerless.
  
  
  The Cog and the Peg and the Third Reich
  Time travelers intervened during World War II. In this case, the short designers Vintik and Shpuntik. They were transported to Berlin. Knowing nothing about politics or planet Earth, they defected to the Germans. They were first-class engineers, and they took part in the development of the Panther. These ingenious designers made the turret narrow and small, better protected, but lighter. The engine and transmission were mounted in a single block, with the gearbox mounted on the engine itself. The chassis was also simpler and lighter than in real life. The Panther's height was only 1.8 meters. As a result, the 80-millimeter frontal hull armor was installed at steep, intelligently sloped angles, making it virtually impenetrable. The turret's front was 120-millimeter thick, with sloped armor, and the sides were 60-millimeter thick. The weak point was the hull sides-a mere 40-millimeter thick. But the hull was very compact, with a steeply sloped top, and 30-millimeter shields on the bottom, covering the rollers. And all this beauty weighed only 26 tons, with a 650-horsepower engine. And the gun was a 75-millimeter, 70 EL-long barrel, firing 15 rounds per minute.
  Plus good visibility and optics.
  This tank could travel at 70 kilometers per hour, was impenetrable from the side by light guns (primarily the 45) and anti-tank rifles, and could take on 34s from two kilometers in front, and was virtually unbreakable. And almost all Soviet anti-tank weapons were impenetrable from the front.
  And the new Panther caused a sensation at the Battle of Kursk. It was also simpler to manufacture, requiring almost half as much metal as the real-life Panther.
  As a result of this tank's use, the Nazis broke through the Soviet defenses and closed the pocket, outflanking Kursk. Thus, they seized the initiative. Building on this success, they captured Voronezh.
  After which, Hitler ordered the troops to turn south. And the armada of troops moved toward Stalingrad.
  German tanks are on top. And a team of girls fights in a Panther, piercing Soviet guns and vehicles.
  The Germans broke through to Stalingrad... But that's not all. In Africa, Rommel's corps, armed with new tanks, won a series of victories. The situation for the Allies was further complicated by the fact that Vintik and Shpuntik had invented a jet fighter. Moreover, it was very light, easy to manufacture, maneuverable, and easy to control.
  And the new VSh-162 aircraft became the best machine in the air and seriously damaged the Allied air forces.
  Thus, the Nazis began advancing in Africa toward Egypt. Hitler refused to storm Stalingrad and halted his troops. But the Nazis launched their main offensive, enveloping it and breaking through to the Caspian Sea. And the situation escalated.
  And new operations followed in the north. The Nazis attacked Sweden. And within a few days, they forced it to capitulate. And it turned out to be a tough one.
  Gerda and Charlotte drove a Panther across Sweden, making captured soldiers kiss their bare feet, showing off their incredible class. These girls are truly awesome.
  Many men surrendered to them as prisoners. And kissed their bare soles.
  But now they were in Sweden, where it was already snowing and cold.
  And the Germans, led by Rommel, defeated the British in Egypt. And now they've broken through to the Middle East, achieving success after success.
  The campaign of the beautiful warriors did not stop there... Gerda said heatedly, rubbing her bare foot on the metal:
  "Well, the Tiger, of course, a tank that produces masterpieces and is a colossal machine in terms of power. And yet, it's simple!"
  Charlotte remarked lazily:
  - Personally, I prefer the "Lion." Because nothing can penetrate a car like that! And it's more perfect in shape!
  Magda remembered how they were shown the parade on November 7th and chirped:
  - I liked the "Maus", it's so big! And with two guns at once!
  Christina giggled and turned over in the transport:
  - Two guns in one car - that's cool!
  Gerda twirled her legs in the air and remarked:
  - Is it nice to fly like this? Will we reach Australia soon?
  Charlotte shook her head.
  - No! Not anytime soon! It's almost a world's length to fly there from Sweden!
  The plane did indeed land to refuel. The girls ran outside. They found themselves in the hot Medina, where the plane had made an emergency landing. Despite it being late November, the temperature there was around 30 degrees Celsius. Meanwhile, in Sweden, just as they were leaving, a cold cyclone struck, and the temperature dropped to minus 30.
  The girls ran as fast as they could to get to the transporter, trying to stay warm, and the frost bit at their bare heels. It's not easy to insist on not wearing shoes, especially during the hike.
  But now the girls were running along the hot sand of the Medina. The Arabs looked at the half-naked girls with fear, but were afraid to take any action. After all, the Germans have a very formidable reputation. They really are perceived as a nation of superhumans, and therefore forgive little pranks. Like when beauties run around in nothing but bikinis.
  After the cold weather, when your feet are constantly freezing, running on the hot sand was quite pleasant. The girls loved it and had fun throwing sand at each other.
  Gerda, bouncing through the desert like this, thought how wonderful it was to live in a country with perpetual summer. And how wonderful it was...
  It's sunny and clear, the fresh air blowing on our faces. Or not so fresh, but rather the hot desert air.
  Charlotte remarked with a smile:
  "Now these lands belong to the Third Reich. Never before has humanity been so united. Or rather, so close to unity as now. And all this is largely thanks to the genius of the Führer."
  Magda logically noted:
  "Partly because Hitler was exceptionally lucky. For example, the British were scattered like peas. And the vastness of Africa wasn't an obstacle. Everything was on our side. Although sometimes there were mistakes!"
  Christina objected:
  - In terms of luck, not quite! We weren't so lucky, for example, with the winter of '41. Otherwise, we would have taken Moscow back then. And the war in the east would have ended. But now we'll have to pull out Stalin's splinter.
  Gerda agreed with a sigh:
  - I guess I'll have to! What a shame! So many good guys and girls will still die!
  Magda involuntarily burst into tears and said:
  - Death... How unfair you are! And sometimes you come at such an inopportune time!
  Gerda hastened to object:
  - Not sometimes! But always at the wrong time! You know how much I want to live, and how much I don't want to die!
  Christina logically noted:
  "We want this because we're strong and healthy. But a hundred-year-old woman who's in pain everywhere probably has a completely different attitude toward death!"
  Charlotte shook her head and said with trepidation:
  - Oh God forbid! God forbid I ever become old!
  Gerda waved her hand and kicked up some sand with her bare foot:
  - Let's not talk about it! If you start thinking about what old age is, you'll go crazy or ruin your life!
  Magda tried to console the blonde girl:
  - When Jesus comes, all the dead will be resurrected, and this eternal youth will be forever!
  Gerda smiled and said tenderly:
  - God willing!
  Christina responded angrily:
  - But I'm a principled atheist. I don't believe in God, and I don't advise you to either!
  Gerda shrugged her strong, tanned shoulders:
  "I wouldn't call myself a strong believer, but... There are many things that materialists and atheists can't explain. Including the origin of the universe!"
  Charlotte, plunging into the hot sand, answered:
  "I prefer the idea of many gods. That these demiurge gods collectively created the universe and the Earth. Then there was a struggle between them, which caused cataclysms and natural disasters. That's why all sorts of misfortunes occurred. The struggle of the gods gives rise to wars between people!"
  Gerda answered confidently:
  - But the German God always wins!
  Charlotte shook her head:
  - This didn't happen in the First World War. Even though we were close to victory!
  Christina nodded vigorously:
  - Exactly! We should have temporarily sacrificed East Prussia, but not withdrawn troops from the Western Front. Then they would have surrounded and taken Paris. France would capitulate... After all, she was defeated. And then... I think if Britain had shown stubbornness, we could have attacked her together with Italy, Turkey, and Japan. And crushed her with submarines and a combined fleet action!
  Magda noted:
  - You forgot about Russia!
  Christina has recovered:
  "I haven't forgotten anything! Russia would have been crushed after France's capitulation. Especially since Tsar Nicholas II wasn't Stalin. The Russian monarch would have made a hasty peace with us after suffering defeat. And we would... In short, Tsarist Russia was even weaker than communist Russia!"
  Charlotte giggled:
  - Oh, really! But, of course, we missed our chance then. Adolf Hitler proved smarter. He signed a non-aggression pact with Stalin and defeated his enemies piecemeal. That's what political wisdom is all about!
  Christina noted:
  - It would be even more logical to finish off Britain, and only then attack the Soviet Union!
  Charlotte said with a smile:
  - I agree with that!
  Gerda, on the contrary, objected:
  "If we hadn't attacked the USSR in 1941 and crushed the Red Army units unprepared for a defensive war, they could have fallen upon us when we stormed Britain. So we had no other choice!"
  Magda shrugged:
  "Stalin was a cautious politician! He might not have risked such an adventure!"
  Gerda remarked rationally:
  "It was probably a major gamble on Stalin's part to give us the opportunity to crush Britain. In that case, he would have been overwhelmed by superior forces. And we would have buried him. But as long as Britain resisted, Russia still had a chance against us. Otherwise, we must admit our enemies have no chance!"
  Charlotte also found something to say in response:
  Until such monsters as the USSR and the USA are defeated, it's extremely premature to say the enemy has no chance. We've accomplished a lot and come a long way, but... We still have many problems ahead. Australia is the next frontier for the German army!
  Gerda answered confidently:
  - We'll get through that too! We've already been on two trips to Switzerland and Sweden, and at least it's much warmer in Australia.
  Charlotte giggled and said confidently:
  - I believe in our victory! It simply cannot be otherwise!
  The girls had to stop warming up in the desert and head back to the transport. The refueling was successful. And the girls were joined by their old friends from the "Tigress" battalion.
  The girls from this all-female unit hunted for empty mujahideen. Of which, incidentally, there were few. And now they happily set off to conquer Australia. Another continent so coveted by the Wehrmacht.
  Germany was gathering forces for the jump and preparing for the landing.
  Margaret greeted her old acquaintances, Christina and Gerda, with respect. After all, not everyone can receive diamonds for their Knight's Cross! After this campaign, the girls were supposed to be sent for insemination and to a special camp to bear offspring. So they might not have had time to participate in the Russian campaign.
  The beauties, however, looked cheerful and combative. Sleep was no longer an option, and the girls, locked in a separate cabin, began chatting.
  Magda, sitting down in a leather chair, noted:
  Paganism, despite all its apparent logic, also cannot answer many questions. For example, where did the numerous demiurge gods come from?
  Charlotte giggled and retorted:
  - Just as monotheism is unable to answer the question: where did the only God who created the Universe come from?
  Magda shrugged:
  - It's a question of how to put it... We accept by faith that God Almighty has always existed. And this is an axiom that requires no proof.
  Christina noted, shaking her head:
  "It's impossible to imagine something eternally existing, infinitely powerful, and infinitely wise. It defies logic. As we see on Earth, the simple gives rise to the complex, and we observe evolution. But here, from the more complex, comes the simple. Which contradicts observable reality."
  For example, humanity is becoming more complex, not simpler! And we're not degenerating at all; on the contrary, we're becoming more sophisticated!
  Charlotte giggled and remarked:
  - Logical! The evolution of the gods leads to the creation of an all-powerful demiurge god!
  Magda remarked harshly:
  - Such philosophy can destroy the soul!
  Charlotte narrowed her eyes and blurted out:
  - But here's the question: how old is the universe?
  Magda shrugged her strong, developed shoulders:
  - It's unknown! Why such a question?
  Charlotte responded rationally:
  "It has to do with Satan's rebellion. Satan is one of the earliest angels, if not the earliest. They call him the Son of the Dawn! And if he rebelled, then it probably hasn't been too long since his creation and rebellion. Otherwise, it turns out he'd been behaving calmly for billions of years and then suddenly went berserk."
  Magda frowned and cooed:
  - So what?
  Clever Charlotte noted:
  "But scientists say our universe is billions of years old! That's how long it takes for starlight to reach planet Earth! So, according to the Bible, it can't be billions of years old!"
  Magda thought for a moment and answered:
  "God created the light of the stars, which had already reached us. Adam and Eve were adults, not infants. The sun, moon, and stars already shone for them. In other words, God created the world in its infancy. So all your promises prove nothing."
  Charlotte stubbornly noted:
  - Or maybe they're proving that there are many gods? The gods who created the universe!
  Magda answered with some hesitation:
  "Our universe is more or less unified and structured, despite all its irregularities. And the presence of multiple gods would lead to the universe being fragmented."
  Charlotte also objected quite logically:
  "A battleship is built by a great many people! Nevertheless, a battleship is a coherent machine. And the universe is built by a multitude of demiurge gods, but that doesn't make the universe any less coherent!"
  Magda stretched out her face and cooed:
  "That sounds logical! But that's purely human logic. It has no connection to the Divine Power, which is incomprehensible!"
  Charlotte giggled:
  "The simplest argument is that God's thoughts are inscrutable! And this can be cited and applied to all situations in life!"
  Magda whispered:
  And in every feature of this branch of the Lord,
  I see the desire in dreams to realize the ideal...
  But strangely our people suffer almost in the underworld,
  And the despot of finance cruelly fettered our wings!
  Charlotte chuckled:
  - You eat well! Why don't you bow to the stump?
  Magda shook her fist:
  - Oh, come on!
  The girls were clearly getting bored... The conversation about religion wasn't going well. What else could they talk about? The SS battalion's warriors' thoughts were limited.
  Gerda touched on tanks in the conversation:
  "Our 'Lion' is the very embodiment of the German spirit! So big and with a cannon!"
  Magda noticed, massaging her itchy sole with her hands:
  "And the Maus is even bigger-that means it's stronger! And it has thicker armor! And it has two guns!"
  Charlotte exclaimed with delight:
  - Charming little mouse! We'll grind you all into dust!
  Magda took it and sang:
  - The sworn and ancient enemy swears again! Grind me, grind me to dust! But the angel does not sleep, and everything will be alright... And everything will end well! And everything will end well!
  Charlotte wittily remarked:
  - Those who count on the help of angels fall straight into hell!
  Magda retorted:
  - If you have devils in your head, the only thing in the future is hell!
  Gerda suddenly noticed:
  "Sharlotov and I were closely acquainted with the T-34 during testing! And you know, it's not the worst tank on Earth!"
  Redhead remarked venomously:
  "Not the best, but... Its visibility is rather poor. In practice, hitting an enemy from such a tank is extremely difficult! You have to admit it!"
  Gerda logically noted:
  "The armor and turret are decent. Although the Tiger-2 and Lev have better side protection."
  Christina, this red-haired naughty girl, noticed:
  "The Lev's turret is still pretty good, in terms of the frontal slope. But the Tiger-2's frontal slope is almost flat."
  Gerda replied:
  "But the armor thickness is 180 millimeters. This compensates for the lesser slope of the plate. In terms of turret design, the Lev is better than the Tiger, but that's certainly not the limit. I know our designers will definitely create something more advanced."
  And the beautiful girl struck her bare foot on the steel sheet so hard that a musical trill echoed out.
  The warriors were bored. They wanted to drift off to sleep. Maybe they'd catch something interesting there...
  Meanwhile, the war in the Caucasus raged. Besides the Panther, the Germans also deployed the Tiger-2. It was similar in shape, but slightly larger and heavier, with an 88-millimeter gun and thicker armor. Of course, the weight-thirty-five tons-was a bit heavier, but still not critical; it could fight with the old 700-horsepower engine. However, Vintik and Shpuntik had already developed a 1,000-horsepower engine. And the Tiger-2 also literally started flying. The Lev appeared, with even thicker armor, especially on the sides, and a 105-millimeter gun.
  And weighing forty-five tons, it became a colossal problem for the Soviet troops.
  In the winter of 1943-1944, the Caucasus was captured by German troops. The war began to unfold according to Stalin's scenario.
  The Nazis captured India in March and began advancing toward Australia. And at the same time, they were sweeping up Africa.
  Stalin offered them peace on any terms. In the spring of 1944, having completed his conquest of Africa, Hitler accepted Stalin's peace offer.
  The conditions were onerous, including the payment of reparations and the supply of raw materials and other things to the Third Reich.
  In the summer of 1944, the British invaded, and London fell within a week. Afterward, a major offensive began against America. Vintik and Shpuntik developed new submarines that sailed faster than boats and guided torpedoes using radar. And they invented many other things.
  The laser installation on the discs was especially powerful. And it was simply superb.
  America held out until July 1945 and capitulated. A period of peace ensued. Temporary, though...
  Hitler was dissatisfied with Japan's territorial conquest, and he simply yearned for revenge and the occupation of land.
  And so, on April 20, 1953, the war with Japan began. Stalin's successor, Beria, offered Hitler his assistance.
  The Führer agreed, under certain conditions. Namely, the USSR would fight at full strength, but would only receive back southern Sakhalin and the Kuril Islands.
  Beria, who continued to pay Hitler a colossal tribute, agreed to these conditions as well.
  The war was going badly for the Japanese from the very beginning. They were particularly plagued by flying saucers, armed with laser weapons and heat rays. Everything was literally burned to ashes and melted into metal shavings.
  The USSR threw T-54 and IS-7 tanks into battle, which were also stronger than the Japanese, and jet aircraft.
  The war lasted five months and ended with victory and the occupation of Japan. It was a resounding victory....
  Alenka's IS-7 tank crew distinguished themselves in battle. The vehicle performed well, destroying many Japanese behemoths.
  And the girls shot using their bare toes, and quite accurately.
  But these are just details...
  The USSR reclaimed southern Sakhalin and the Kuril Islands. And thus secured its authority and new lands...
  Hitler, for a while, was still raking in the rest of the world. But the USSR was a constant thorn in his side. The Führer longed for new conquests and the heroism of the Wehrmacht.
  And so, on April 20, 1958, a new major war began with an offensive on Moscow.
  German girls are fighting in the sky. Albina and Alvina.
  They shoot down Soviet planes. The girls are almost naked, wearing only bikinis and barefoot. They aim aircraft cannons at the enemy.
  Albina hits a Soviet car and squeals:
  - This is a shock in our language!
  Alvina also cuts off the Soviet Yak and adds:
  - For the glory of our empire!
  And female warriors in their time also fought and clashed with the enemy. And they love to torment people.
  So, they tortured a Komsomol member. They stripped her naked and beat her with a whip. Then they burned her bare feet with a red-hot rod. And it must be said, they enjoyed it.
  Then they broke the girl's toes. And the ultimate torture was setting Venus's womb on fire with a torch. And the girl lost consciousness from the pain.
  Albina, however, wasn't satisfied with that. She brought the torch to the girl's bare chest and roasted it. Then she cut off and devoured the tender flesh, exclaiming:
  - How delicious it is!
  Alvina fried the other nipple with fire and noted:
  - Yes, this is magnificent!
  And the German girls really liked it.
  But not all are such beasts. Here are Anastasia Vedmakova and Akulina Orlova fighting in the sky against German vultures.
  And they show their skill and wisdom.
  The girls, of course, fight barefoot and in bikinis. And they send death-dealing gifts at their opponents.
  And they sing to themselves;
  - Glory to the land of communism,
  Lenin inspired us to fight...
  The backbone of fascism is broken,
  Let's build a new world!
  Anastasia fired at the enemy using her bare toes, shot down a German plane and yelped:
  - For red communism!
  Akulina Orlova deftly struck the enemy using her bare legs, cut him off and barked:
  - For the victory of the Russian spirit!
  And the girls roared in chorus:
  - For the Motherland and Stalin!
  This is the kind of tough battle that is going on along the entire front.
  The Germans are undoubtedly strong. And they are advancing, albeit slowly and with great losses.
  Girls also fight in the infantry...
  Komsomol girls in only panties.
  Here Alenka fires a burst from her machine gun, cutting down the Nazis and knocking out an entire line of fighters.
  After which he says:
  - Glory to Russia!
  Anyuta also fires at the enemy. She does it with great precision and accuracy. And she cuts down the fascists. Then she throws a grenade with her bare toes, destroying a Nazi tank, and squeals:
  - For Holy Rus'!
  Alla also fires at the enemies. She does it with great accuracy. She tosses the gift of death with her bare heel, masterfully. The redhead knocks out the Fritzes and squeals:
  -For the era of communism!
  Maria also fires at the enemy. She mows down the fascists, which she does extremely aggressively and squeals:
  - For our mother Rus'!
  And with his bare toes he throws another grenade. The German tank, damaged, flips over... And the ammunition explodes.
  Marusya, crushing the fascists, and with her bare heels, hurling a whole bunch of grenades, said:
  - For the great Motherland!
  The girls here are simply colossal fighters. They exterminate everyone without exception.
  This is a fighting five-man unit. And how many fascists are advancing! And black soldiers are taking part in the offensive. I must say, they are extremely combative guys.
  But Russian girls mow them down without ceremony.
  A beautiful battalion, when the warriors are almost naked. And so tanned, chocolate-colored.
  And in the sky, powerful German Ju-888s are visible. They've rained bombs on Soviet positions, crushing the enemy. And they're operating with colossal efficiency.
  Eva, dropping bombs, pressing her bare, round heel on the pedal. Throwing gifts onto Soviet cities, roars:
  - The Third Reich is invincible!
  Agatha agreed, spewing out gifts of destruction:
  - We've already defeated all our enemies!
  And the Nazis are already flowing around Moscow from different sides.
  Then Oleg and the girls entered the battle again, helping Russia, or rather the USSR.
  Then they were joined by a barefoot girl, Margarita. Also a grown woman, a writer, she became a twelve-year-old girl in exchange for immortality and is on a mission.
  Warriors from the twenty-first century once again clashed with the Nazis of the twentieth.
  The fascist brown empire has too many soldiers. They flow like an endless river.
  Oleg Rybachenko, cutting down the Nazis with his swords, both infantry and tanks, roared:
  - We will never give in!
  And from the boy"s bare foot a sharp disk flew!
  Margarita, crushing her opponents, baring her teeth, muttered:
  - There is a place for heroism in the world!
  And from the girl"s bare foot, poisonous needles flew out, striking the Nazis and their planes and tanks.
  Natasha also threw her bare toes, murderously, and howled:
  - We will never forget and we will never forgive.
  And her swords passed through the fascists in the mill.
  Zoya, cutting down the enemies, squealed:
  - For a new order!
  And from her bare feet, new needles flew out. And into the eyes and throats of Hitler's soldiers and planes.
  Yes, it was clear that the warriors were getting excited and furious.
  Augustina, chopping down white soldiers and tanks, squealed:
  - Our iron will!
  And from her bare foot flies a new, deadly gift. And the fabrics and white fighters fall.
  Svetlana chops at the miller, her swords like lightning.
  The fascists fall like cut sheaves.
  The girl throws needles with her bare feet and squeals:
  - He will win for Mother Russia!
  Oleg Rybachenko attacks the Nazis. The boy-terminator cuts down the brown troops.
  And at the same time, the boy"s bare toes shoot out needles with poison, they tear apart gun barrels and shoot down planes.
  The boy roars:
  - Glory to the Future Rus'!
  And in motion he cuts everyone's heads and faces.
  Margarita also crushes her opponents.
  Her bare feet flicker. The Nazis are dying in large numbers. The warrior screams:
  - To new frontiers!
  And then the girl just takes it and chops...
  A mass of corpses of fascist soldiers.
  And here's Natasha on the offensive. She's chopping down Nazis along with their tanks, and singing:
  - Rus' is great and radiant,
  I'm a very strange girl!
  And disks fly from her bare feet. The ones that saw through the throats of fascists. Now that's a girl.
  Zoya is on the offensive. She chops down brown soldiers with both hands. She spits from a straw. And throws deadly needles with her bare toes - shooting down tanks and planes.
  And at the same time he sings to himself:
  - Eh, little club, let's go!
  Oh, my dearest one will do!
  Augustine, chopping down the Nazis and exterminating the brown soldiers, squeals:
  - All shaggy and in animal skin,
  He rushed at the riot police with a baton!
  And with his bare toes he launches at the enemy something that would kill an elephant, let alone a tank.
  And then he squeaks:
  - Wolfhounds!
  Svetlana is on the offensive. She hacks and slashes at the Nazis. With her bare feet, she launches death-dealing gifts at them.
  Runs a mill with swords.
  She crushed a mass of fighters and squealed:
  - A great victory is coming!
  And again the girl is in wild motion.
  And her bare feet launch deadly needles, destroying tanks and planes.
  Oleg Rybachenko jumped. The boy spun into a somersault. He cut down a horde of Nazis in mid-air.
  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, cutting down all her enemies. Her swords are sharper than mill blades. And her bare toes hurl gifts of death, setting tanks and planes ablaze.
  A girl on a wild attack, slaughtering brown warriors without ceremony.
  And it jumps up and down every now and then and twists!
  And gifts of annihilation fly from her.
  And the Nazis fall dead. And whole mounds of corpses pile up.
  Margarita squeaks:
  - I am an American cowboy!
  And again her bare feet were hit by a needle.
  And then a dozen more needles!
  Natasha is also very cool on the offensive.
  And he throws things around with his bare feet and spits out of a tube.
  And he screams at the top of his lungs:
  - I am the sparkling death! All you have to do is die!
  And again the beauty is on the move.
  Zoya storms the rubble of Nazi corpses. And boomerangs of destruction fly from her bare feet.
  And the brown warriors keep falling and falling.
  Zoya screams:
  - Barefoot girl, you will be defeated!
  And from the girl's bare heel, a dozen needles fly, which plunge straight into the Nazis' throats.
  They fall down dead.
  Or rather, completely dead.
  Augustina is on the offensive. She crushes the brown troops. Her swords are wielded in both hands. And what a remarkable warrior she is.
  A tornado sweeps through the fascist troops.
  The girl with red hair roars:
  - The future is hidden! But it will be victorious!
  And on the offensive is a beauty with fiery hair.
  Augustine roars in wild ecstasy:
  - The gods of war will tear everything apart!
  And the warrior is on the offensive.
  And her bare feet throw out a lot of sharp, poisonous needles.
  Svetlana in battle. And so sparkling and feisty. Her bare legs spit out so much lethal energy. Not a human being, but death with blonde hair.
  But if it gets going, you won"t be able to stop it.
  Svetlana sings:
  - Life won't be honey,
  So jump in a round dance!
  Let your dream come true -
  Beauty turns a man into a slave!
  And in the barefoot girl's movements there is more and more fury.
  Oleg's advance is accelerating. The boy is beating the Nazis.
  His bare feet throw sharp needles, tearing apart tanks and planes.
  The young warrior squeaks:
  - A mad empire will tear everyone apart!
  And again the boy is on the move.
  Margarita is a wild girl in her activity. And she thrashes her enemies.
  She threw a pea-sized explosive with her bare foot. It exploded, and immediately sent a hundred Nazis and ten tanks flying into the air.
  The girl screams:
  - Victory will come to us anyway!
  And he will carry out a mill with swords - the barrels of tanks fly in different directions.
  Natasha sped up her movements. The girl cuts down the brown warriors. And all the while she screams:
  - Victory awaits the Russian Empire.
  And let's exterminate the Nazis at an accelerated pace.
  Natasha is a terminator girl.
  It doesn't think about stopping or slowing down, and tanks and planes are shot down.
  Zoya is on the offensive. Her swords seem to be slicing through a salad of meat and metal. She screams at the top of her lungs:
  - Our salvation is in force!
  And bare toes also throw out such needles.
  And a mass of people with pierced throats lie in mounds of corpses, as well as broken tanks and downed planes.
  Augustina is a wild girl. And she destroys everyone like a hyperplasmic robot.
  She's already destroyed hundreds of Nazis. But the tempo is still picking up. And the warrior is still roaring.
  - I'm so invincible! The coolest one in the world!
  And again the beauty is on the attack.
  And from her bare toes, a pea flies out. And three hundred Nazis and a dozen tanks are torn apart by a powerful explosion.
  Augustine sang:
  - You won"t dare to seize our land!
  Svetlana is also on the offensive. And she doesn't give us a moment's respite. A wild terminator girl.
  And he cuts down the enemies and exterminates the Nazis. And a mass of brown fighters has already collapsed into the ditch and along the roads.
  The Six went wild and started a wild battle.
  Oleg Rybachenko is back in action. He advances, swinging both swords. And the little terminator performs a windmill. The dead Nazis fall.
  A mass of corpses. Whole mountains of bloody bodies.
  The boy writer recalls a wild strategy game where horses and men also mingled.
  Oleg Rybachenko squeaks:
  - Woe from Wit!
  And there will be tons of money!
  And the boy-terminator is in a new movement. And his bare feet will take something and throw it.
  The genius boy roared:
  - Master class and Adidas!
  It really was a cool performance. And how many Nazis were killed? And the greatest number of the greatest of the "brown" fighters were killed.
  Margarita is also in battle. She crushes cinnamon and steel armies and roars:
  - A large shock regiment! We're driving everyone into the grave!
  And her swords slashed at the Nazis. The mass of brown fighters had already fallen.
  The girl growled:
  - I'm even cooler than the panthers! Prove that I'm the best!
  And from the girl"s bare heel a pea with powerful explosives flies out.
  And it will hit the enemy.
  And it will take and destroy some of the enemies, tanks and even planes.
  And Natasha is a powerhouse. She beats her opponents and doesn't let anyone off the hook.
  How many Nazis have you already killed?
  And her teeth are so sharp. And her eyes are so sapphire. This girl is the ultimate executioner. Although all her partners are executioners!
  Natasha screams:
  - I'm crazy! You'll get a penalty!
  And again the girl will cut down a lot of Nazis with swords.
  Zoya is on the move and has cut up many brown warriors.
  And their bare feet throw needles. Each needle kills several Nazis. These girls are truly beautiful.
  Augustina advances and crushes her opponents. And she doesn't forget to yell:
  - 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 she is literally brimming with anger.
  Svetlana on the move. She's cracked open a ton of skulls and tank turrets. A warrior baring her teeth.
  He sticks out his tongue. Then he spits from a straw. After which he howls:
  - You guys will be dead!
  And again, deadly needles fly from her bare feet, striking infantry and aircraft.
  Oleg Rybachenko jumps and bounces.
  A barefoot boy emits a bunch of needles, knocks down tanks, and sings:
  - Let's go on a hike, open a big account!
  The young warrior is at his best, as expected.
  He's already quite old, but he looks like a child. Only very strong and muscular.
  Oleg Rybachenko sang:
  - Even if the game is not played according to the rules, we will break through, suckers!
  And again, deadly and damaging needles flew from his bare feet.
  Margarita sang with delight:
  - Nothing is impossible! I believe the dawn of freedom will come!
  The girl again threw a lethal cascade of needles at the Nazis and their tanks, and continued:
  - The darkness will go away! The roses of May will bloom!
  And the warrior tosses a pea with her bare toes, and a thousand Nazis immediately fly into the air. The army of the brown, hellish empire melts away right before our eyes.
  Natasha in battle. Leaping like a cobra. Blowing up enemies. And so many Nazis die and planes crash.
  The girl beat them with swords, and coal pellets, and spears. And needles.
  And at the same time he roars:
  - I believe victory will come!
  And the glory of the Russians will find!
  Bare toes shoot out new needles, piercing opponents.
  Zoya is in a frenzy of movement. She attacks the Nazis, cutting them into tiny pieces.
  The warrior throws needles with her bare fingers. She pierces her opponents, and then roars:
  - Our complete victory is near!
  And she carries out a wild windmill with her swords, sweeping away tanks. Now that's a real girl!
  And now Augustine's cobra has gone on the offensive. This woman is a nightmare for all.
  And if it turns on, then it turns on.
  After which the redhead will take and sing:
  - I'll crack open all your skulls! I'm a great dream!
  And here her swords are in action, cutting through meat and metal.
  Svetlana also goes on the offensive. This girl has no inhibitions. Once she's hacked away, a mass of corpses falls, and planes and tanks fall.
  The blonde terminator roars:
  - How good it will be! How good it will be - I know it!
  And now a lethal pea flies from her.
  Oleg will mow down another hundred Nazis like a meteor. And he'll even take and throw a bomb.
  It is small in size, but deadly...
  How it will tear into small pieces.
  The Terminator Boy howled:
  - The stormy youth of scary machines!
  Margarita will do the same thing again in battle.
  And he will cut down a mass of brown fighters. And he will cut large clearings.
  The girl squeals:
  - Lambada is our dance on the sand!
  And it will hit with renewed force.
  Natasha is even more ferocious on the offensive. She's battering the Nazis like crazy. They're not much of a match for girls like her.
  Natasha took it and sang:
  - Jogging in place is a general reconciliation!
  And the warrior unleashed a cascade of blows on her opponents.
  And he will also throw discs with his bare feet.
  Here's the mill run. The mass of brown army heads rolled back and the tanks burned.
  She's a fighting beauty. To beat up such a yellow armada.
  Zoya is on the move, crushing everyone. And her swords are like the shears of death.
  The girl is simply adorable. And her bare feet shoot out very poisonous needles.
  They strike at their enemies. They pierce their throats and make coffins, and they make tanks and planes explode.
  Zoya took it and squealed:
  - If there is no water in the tap...
  Natasha screamed with delight:
  - So it's your fault!
  And with her bare toes she throws something that kills thoroughly. Now that's a real girl.
  And from her bare legs, a blade will fly, and it will strike a multitude of soldiers, cutting off the turrets of tanks.
  Augustine in motion. Swift and unique in her beauty.
  What bright hair she has. It flutters like a proletarian banner. This girl is a real shrew.
  And she chops down her opponents as if she was born with swords in her hands.
  Red-haired, damn beast!
  Augustina took it and hissed:
  - The bull's head will be so big that the fighters won't lose their minds!
  And now she has crushed a mass of fighters again.
  Oleg Rybachenko muttered:
  - That's what I needed! This is a girl!
  Margarita, throwing a dagger with her bare foot, breaking off the tank"s turret, confirmed:
  - Big and cool girl!
  Augustine readily agreed with this:
  - I am a warrior who will bite anyone to death!
  And again, with his bare toes, he will launch the murderous one.
  Svetlana is no match for her opponents in battle. She's no girl, but to end up with such a witch in flames.
  And squeals:
  - What a blue sky!
  Augustine, releasing the blade with her bare foot, cutting off the tank"s turret, confirmed:
  - We are not supporters of robbery!
  Svetlana, cutting down enemies and shooting down planes, chirped:
  - You don't need a knife against a fool...
  Zoya squealed, throwing needles with her bare, tanned feet:
  - You'll tell him a whole bunch of lies!
  Natasha, chopping down the Nazis, added:
  - And do it with him for a pittance!
  And the warriors will just jump up and down. They're so bloody and cool. There's a whole 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 kicked something like a helicopter rotor into motion. He cut off a couple hundred heads from both Nazis and tanks, then squealed:
  - Quite athletic!
  And both - a boy and a girl - are in perfect order.
  Oleg, chopping down the brown soldiers, gurgled:
  - And a great victory will be ours!
  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-like disk. It flew in an arc, cutting down a mass of Nazis and tank turrets.
  Zoya added, continuing the extermination:
  - Our victory will be!
  And from her bare feet, more needles flew, striking a multitude of soldiers and aircraft.
  The blonde girl said:
  - Let's checkmate the enemy!
  And she stuck out her tongue.
  Augustina, waving her legs and throwing sharp-edged swastikas, gurgled:
  - Imperial flag forward!
  Svetlana readily confirmed:
  - Glory to the fallen heroes!
  And the girls screamed in chorus, crushing the Nazis:
  - No one will stop us!
  And now the discus flies from the warriors' bare feet. Flesh tears and tank turrets are blown away.
  And again the howl:
  - No one will defeat us!
  Natasha flew into the air, slashing through her opponents and the winged vultures, and then announced:
  - We are she-wolves, we fry the enemy!
  And from her bare toes a very lethal disk will fly out.
  The girl even twisted in ecstasy.
  And then he mutters:
  - Our heels love fire!
  Yes, the girls are really sexy.
  Oleg Rybachenko gurgled:
  - Oh, it's too early, the security is giving it!
  And he winked at the warriors. They laughed and bared their teeth in response.
  Natasha chopped up the Nazis and squealed:
  - There is no joy in our world without struggle!
  The boy objected:
  - Sometimes even fighting is no fun!
  Natasha agreed:
  - If there is no strength, then yes...
  But we warriors are always healthy!
  The girl threw needles at the enemy with her bare toes, blew up a mass of tanks, and sang:
  - A soldier is always healthy,
  And ready for the feat!
  After which Natasha again hacked at the enemies, knocking off the turrets of tanks.
  Zoya is quite the hottie. She just threw a whole barrel at the Nazis. And blew up a couple thousand in one blast.
  After which she squeaked:
  - We can't stop, our heels are sparkling!
  And the girl in battle dress!
  Augustina isn't weak in battle either. She thrashes the Nazis like she's beating them out of a sheaf of grain with chains.
  And chopping down his opponents, he sings:
  - Be careful, there will be some benefit,
  There will be a pie in the fall!
  The red-haired devil really does work hard in battle like a jack-in-the-box.
  And here's Svetlana, fighting. And she's giving the Nazis a hard time.
  And if she hits, she hits.
  Bloody splashes fly out from it.
  Svetlana remarked harshly as her bare foot sent sprays of metal flying, melting the skulls and turrets of tanks:
  - Glory to Russia, very much glory!
  Tanks rush forward...
  Divisions in red shirts -
  Greetings to the Russian people!
  Here the girls have taken on the Nazis. They're hacking and slashing them. Not warriors, but real panthers unleashed.
  Oleg is in battle and attacks the Nazis. He strikes them mercilessly, rips apart tanks, and screams:
  - We are like bulls!
  Margarita, crushing the brown army and cutting through tanks, picked up:
  - We are like bulls!
  Natasha just started howling, cutting down the brown fighters along with the tanks:
  - It's not convenient to lie!
  Zoya tore apart the Nazis and squealed:
  - No, it's not convenient!
  And he too will take and release a star with his bare foot and finish off a mass of fascists.
  Natasha took it and squealed:
  - Our TV is on fire!
  And from her bare leg flies a lethal bunch of needles.
  Zoya, also crushing the Nazis and their tanks, squeaked:
  - Our friendship is a monolith!
  And again she throws such a blast that the circles blur in all directions. This girl is pure annihilation of her opponents.
  The girl, with her bare toes, launches three boomerangs. And that only increases the number of corpses.
  After which the beauty will say:
  - We will give the enemy no quarter! There will be a corpse!
  And again, something deadly flies off from the bare heel.
  Augustine also quite logically noted:
  - Not just one corpse, but many!
  After that, the girl walked barefoot through the bloody puddles and killed many Nazis.
  And how he roars:
  - Mass murder!
  And then he'll hit the Hitlerite general with his head. He'll break his skull and say:
  - Banzai! You'll go to heaven!
  Svetlana is very furious on the offensive, especially when knocking down tanks, squeals:
  - You will have no mercy!
  And a dozen needles fly off her bare toes. The planes crash as she pierces everyone. And the warrior tries very hard, to shred and kill.
  Oleg Rybachenko squeaks:
  - Nice hammer!
  And the boy, with his bare foot, also throws a cool star in the shape of a swastika. An intricate hybrid.
  And a mass of Nazis collapsed.
  Oleg roared:
  - Banzai!
  And the boy is once again on a wild attack. No, power is seething within him, and volcanoes are bubbling!
  Margarita is on the move. She'll rip everyone's bellies open.
  A girl can throw out fifty needles with one foot at a time. And a lot of enemies of all kinds are killed, tanks and planes are destroyed.
  Margarita sang cheerfully:
  - One, two! Grief is not a problem!
  Never be discouraged!
  Keep your nose and tail up.
  Know that a true friend is always with you!
  That's how aggressive this group is. The girl hits you and shouts:
  - The Dragon President will become a corpse!
  Natasha is a real terminator in battle. And she gurgled, roaring:
  - Banzai! Get it quickly!
  And a grenade flew off her bare foot. And it hit the Nazis like a nail. And it destroyed the mass of mastodons and winged, infernal machines.
  What a warrior! A warrior to all warriors!
  Zoya is also on the offensive. Such a fierce beauty.
  And she took it and gurgled:
  - Our father is the White God himself!
  And he will cut down the Nazis with a triple mill!
  And Augustine roared in response:
  - And my God is black!
  The redhead truly is the embodiment of treachery and meanness. To her enemies, of course. But to her friends, she's a sweetheart.
  And with his bare toes he takes it and throws it. And a mass of heaps of warriors of the brown empire, as well as their tanks and planes.
  The redhead shouted:
  - Russia and the black God are behind us!
  A warrior with immense combat potential. There's no one better to stand under than her. She tears off the turrets of tanks and the wings of Nazi planes.
  Augustine hissed:
  - We will grind all traitors into dust!
  And winks at his partners. But this fiery girl isn't exactly the kind of person who can give peace. Unless it's deadly peace!
  Svetlana, crushing the enemies, said:
  - We'll sweep you away in a line!
  Augustine confirmed:
  - We'll kill everyone!
  And from her bare feet, the gift of total annihilation flies again! And so many tanks and planes simultaneously exploded into tiny shavings.
  Oleg sang in response:
  - It will be a complete banzai!
  Augustina, tearing apart the Nazis with her bare hands, chopping them with swords, and throwing needles with her bare toes, destroying tanks and planes at once, said:
  - In short! In short!
  Natasha, destroying the brown warriors, squeaked:
  - In short - banzai!
  And let's chop down our opponents with wild ferocity.
  Oleg Rybachenko, cutting down his opponents, said:
  - This gambit is not Chinese,
  And believe me, the debut is Thai!
  And again, a sharp, metal-cutting disk flew from the boy's bare foot. It sliced off the turrets of tanks and the tails of planes.
  Margarita, chopping down the warriors of the brown empire and the armor of tanks, sang:
  - And who will we find in battle,
  And who will we find in battle...
  We won't joke about that -
  We'll tear you to pieces!
  We'll tear you to pieces!
  They did a good job with the Nazis back then... And Soviet Russia defeated the brown empire during the assault on Moscow.
  The war wasn't over yet, but the USSR now had a chance to defeat the Nazis themselves. So the Six were forced to interrupt their super-cool mission once again.
  
  ONE USSR AMONG WOLVES
  The blackout occurred due to a solar flare, cutting off the United States, Britain, and its colonies on June 22, 1941. Initially, this had little impact on the course of the war. The Germans advanced much as in real history. The Führer also turned south, and Japan adopted a wait-and-see approach. Once again, a freezing winter saved the Red Army from complete defeat and allowed it to launch a counteroffensive near Moscow. Meanwhile, Japan seized those territories in the Pacific Ocean that had previously belonged to Britain and the United States, which additional forces were now unable to reach.
  On the Eastern Front, the Germans won a series of victories in the spring and early summer and began a renewed offensive on Stalingrad. However, this is where the divergence from reality began. The absence of a second front allowed the Germans to transfer more troops from Europe and Libya, leaving only the Italian garrisons there.
  And the offensive began not only on Stalingrad, but also on Tikhvin. And it was now commanded by Rommel, whom the Führer highly valued for the defeat of the British in Libya and the capture of Tolbuk.
  The first Tiger tanks also took part in the fighting. Rommel launched his offensive at night and managed to catch the Soviet forces by surprise. The situation was further exacerbated by the fact that the Germans had an advantage in air power, so they didn't waste their resources fighting the Allies.
  Pilot Marcel quickly racked up scores on the Eastern Front. By June 1942, he had shot down more than 150 aircraft and received the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Silver Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds.
  But this was only the beginning of his career.
  In the skies, things were indeed more difficult for the Red Army. The Germans managed to take Tikhvin, then several other towns, and cut off Leningrad with a double encirclement, blockading it once again.
  The Soviet command attempted to break through to Leningrad and attack in the center. But they lacked the strength to achieve success in these areas.
  The only consolation was that the Nazis were bogged down in Stalingrad, which gave them a chance to gather new reserves.
  Leningrad, however, remained blockaded. Until Turkey and Japan entered the war, the USSR had a chance to turn the tide of battle. In November 1942, Soviet troops launched offensives near both Rzhev and Stalingrad.
  Success was not achieved at Rzhev. But at Stalingrad, the encirclement was closed. But as it turned out, it was only temporary. The Third Reich had far more reserves, and Rommel launched an offensive on Stalingrad from the north, while Mainstein launched one from the south.
  The situation was further exacerbated by Japan's unexpected entry into the war. Despite being hampered by the battle in China, the samurai attacked Vladivostok.
  Probably Hirohito was afraid that the Third Reich would lose and entered the war.
  Moreover, Japan had enough resources and infantry for full-scale offensives.
  The Red Army found itself pinned down, and Rommel managed to break through from the north to Stalingrad. Mainstein was temporarily halted, but having received additional reinforcements and support from Paulus, he joined forces that had already been unblocked.
  Thus, another ring was created in which the Soviet troops found themselves.
  After fierce fighting, most of them were destroyed and captured. The Germans then completed the capture of Stalingrad. In March 1943, Turkey entered the war. The situation became even more complicated. The Germans maintained air superiority. Marseille shot down over 300 aircraft and became the first German to receive a second Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds.
  In May, the Germans launched a new offensive, making extensive use of new tanks-the Tiger, Panther, and Lion. They advanced successfully, despite the Red Army's strong defense. But the odds were already stacked against them, as Soviet troops were fighting on three fronts at once: the Third Reich, its satellites, Japan and its colonies, and Turkey. The situation was exacerbated by the Nazis' declaration of total war, which led to a several-fold increase in arms production in the absence of Allied bombing. So the USSR's chances were rapidly diminishing!
  True, the Fritzes advanced slowly, as they faced a deeply echeloned defense. And the Soviet troops, with their experience, fought very bravely. But they still lost.
  However, they fought with great courage, and some soldiers demonstrated exceptional skill. Here, for example, is Elizaveta's tank crew, in a very ordinary T-34-76, fighting the Nazis.
  The Germans are advancing leisurely toward the Soviet troops, formed into a wedge or a pig. The heaviest and best-protected tank, the "Lion," is in the lead. It resembles a "Panther," only much larger, weighing ninety tons. The frontal armor of the hull is 150 mm thick and sloped like the T-34, while the sides are 82 mm, also sloped. The frontal armor of the turret is very well protected: 240 mm, sloped, while the sides are weaker, also 82 mm, like the hull. And the gun is a powerful 105 mm with a long barrel length of 70 EL. Now that's a tank capable of hitting from a distance.
  Elizabeth shifts the gearbox into the highest gear with her bare foot.
  And the T-34 picks up speed. Firing at the "Lion" from a distance is useless, and they need to get closer. The powerful German machine fires a shell of deadly force. It flashes past. The girls in the tank laugh joyfully and shuffle their bare feet.
  It's hot in the North Caucasus at the end of May, and the beauties have a lot of fun in bikinis.
  Elena notes with a whistle:
  - Now the fascist will get a good punch in the horns!
  Ekaterina, shaking her bare, tanned foot, agrees:
  - We'll definitely hit him!
  The T-34-76 continues to accelerate, but its off-road speed is limited. The "Lion" barely crawls, and the more agile "Panthers" and "Tigers" slow down to avoid getting ahead.
  But these machines are also dangerous, especially the Panther, which can fire fifteen shots per minute. You can expect a surprise from one of these.
  Euphrasiya, pressing her bare heel on the gas, squeals:
  - We will fight with virtuoso methods!
  The Lev tank's gun has a significant drawback: it fires only five rounds per minute. Overall, it's not the best design. Its armor-piercing capabilities are excessive, and it's not really intended to be effective at long range. Tigers and Panthers can penetrate from two kilometers away, but hitting the small and mobile T-34 from a greater distance is practically impossible. So was it really worth equipping the Lev with such a powerful gun? Other Soviet tanks are even lighter, with the exception of the KV-1S, but even that tank offers no protection advantages, and its performance is even worse.
  Elizabeth spins her body and squeals:
  - I inhale with my chest, the air in a wide wave,
  The brightly shining, endless carpet of stars...
  Feelings are playing, barefoot girls are alive,
  I want to play in the sky and fly towards the sun forever!
  Penetrating a Lev tank, even in the side, is difficult. The turret sides, like those of the Panther, are sloped, as are the upper hull sides. These tanks have a typical "cat-like" shape, which provides better protection due to the slopes. Unlike the Tiger, which is almost square. But the Tiger was developed before the war and was similar in shape to the KV. The Tiger-2, however, a later development, also has a "cat-like" shape, and this tank will soon enter production. Penetrating a Lev tank in the side is also nearly impossible. Only the lower hull has unsloped armor, but it is protected by rollers. This means you need to break through close and hit it precisely between the rollers.
  So the girls have a difficult task. Especially since the T-34 shakes so much when moving that it's almost impossible to shoot accurately.
  Elizabeth asked her friends:
  - Will we be able to hit the enemy?
  Elena answered confidently:
  - When girls don't have shoes, their bare feet become so sensitive that they are sure to surprise the enemy.
  Elizabeth agreed with this:
  - Yes, the girls' bare heels are the key to victory!
  And so, avoiding damage, the T-34 slips to the side. The main thing here is to avoid the guns of the Panthers and Tigers. They are rapid-fire and accurate. And you can't penetrate these tanks head-on either.
  Elena shoots at the German using her bare toes. But it's nearly impossible to miss the roller while moving. However, the enemy's roller is destroyed, and the "Lion" stops.
  The T-34 passes him again and sends a lethal shell into the lower part of the side.
  Ekaterina notes:
  - Our cannon is outdated - there's really no way to take the "Lion"!
  But in her frustration, Elena struck the enemy's side part, and the "Lion" caught fire.
  The girls, without slowing down, press forward again. This time they have a weaker target: the Panther. A direct hit on its side is enough.
  Elizabeth notes:
  - Practical cat!
  Catherine noted with a laugh:
  - But he barely crawls so as not to leave the cover of the "Lion".
  And Elena fired from a distance at the Panther, which was far to the side and had its side exposed. Its side is rather thin-about 40 millimeters-and it didn't matter that it was at an angle.
  The German tank explodes with a crash. Yes, the beauties hit hard.
  They, with their captivating grace of fighting beauties.
  But the shells whistled as they flew past, almost touching the armor.
  This is very dangerous for the T-34, and it resembles a man jumping between streams.
  Elizabeth shot again with her bare foot and sang:
  - I can do everything, I can do everything, we"ll give the Wehrmacht a run for its money!
  Of course, with girls like these, even the devil himself is not a threat. Although the Nazis are waging an aggressive offensive, and they have a lot of tanks...
  The forces are unequal. Although the numbers of vehicles are roughly equal, the Germans are heavier. Many Soviet tanks are light and not entirely combat-ready against Hitler's monsters.
  But Elizabeth's crew works miracles and shoots through another Panther on the move.
  Komsomol girls fight with guns. They shoot accurately. They run, flashing their bare, round heels. And they hit the enemy right on target.
  Alenka commands with passion:
  - Girls, don't give in!
  And then the gun spits out a shell, right at the T-4, penetrating that tank. But, of course, the "Lion" isn't so easy to take. And that requires some effort.
  Anyuta points at the car with her bare toes and fires precisely, saying:
  - Glory to communism!
  Alla also shoots very accurately and adds:
  - Glory to heroism!
  There's nothing to say about the fighting girls here - top class and aerobatics!
  Maria, feeding the shell into the gun, sang:
  - Higher and higher and higher,
  Strive for the flight of our birds...
  And in every propeller breathes,
  Peace of our borders!
  Marusya added, shooting at the Fritzes:
  - That is definitely true....
  The mass heroism of Russians and not only Russian people was demonstrated in everything...
  The measured, muffled notes of a cuckoo, like the chimes of a clock, drifted over the trenches. The sparse trees, their dense green crowns swept by the gusts of wind, like pioneers saluting the weary soldiers. Some might even have considered it a warning-as if to say, you'll go to the next world!
  The battalion under Vladimir Mikhailovsky, severely battered in previous battles, particularly the May debacle, is now hastily reinforced with new recruits and preparing to cover one of the most dangerous fronts. Three kilometers to the east, the Don River laps, rushing past the flames of war.
  Most of the reeds were charred by incendiary bombs, the water blackened with soot. Like enormous matches in mournful discoloration, the pilings of the bridge, destroyed by the blast, stand alone, serving as supports.
  Local pioneers use boats to transport the bounty of the fields, as well as boxes of ammunition for heroic Soviet soldiers ready to engage in mortal battle with the enraged Hitlerite hordes.
  The four of them dragged a long box to a bush covered in wolfberries. A carefully camouflaged anti-tank gun lay in wait there, like a mohawk. Three soldiers and the sharp-eyed gunner, Alesya, manned the gun. The girl, very slender, but her arms were sinewy from exhausting work, was also working hard with the boys, preparing a trap in case a tank or armored vehicle from the Nazi pack tried to circle the natural hump.
  The soldiers are, for the most part, still completely beardless and inexperienced young men who have completed a shortened recruiting course of one and a half months, plus, of course, the well-established pre-conscription training in the USSR.
  Some of the warriors already have experience. They stand out from the younger generation with their stubble and the sharpness of their movements; some are battered. Take, for example, one-eyed Ivan, who looked like a true pirate-he'd grown a beard. He holds the rank of ensign and has already earned a couple of medals in various battles, most notably his first one near Moscow. When they seemingly accomplished the impossible: they stopped the Fritzes, and even chased the enemy a couple of hundred kilometers, like beaters of dogs.
  The Fritzes had so much abandoned equipment. Maybe not all that many tanks, but armored personnel carriers with cannons and machine guns, the kind that so painfully tormented the Soviet infantry in the summer and fall of '41, were a dime a dozen!
  But when the frost exceeded thirty degrees, all these Teutonic monsters simply lost the ability to move... The gasoline froze and the lubricant solidified.
  Unfortunately, they weren't able to finish off the Nazis completely. This was partly due to the command, which requested large forces to storm the cities where German units were huddled. And then the Thaw arrived-damn it all...
  In the spring, Ivan earned a second medal for his lucky defeat of a general and several officers in an ambush. However, the battle was only partially successful. During the pursuit, a stray piece of shrapnel struck Ivan Krasnov in the face, blinding him. Alas, this is war, not a children's movie where the main character is beating everyone up, but not even a hundred machine guns can hit him.
  And now they have to do physically hard work: digging trenches, cells and trap pits.
  The Young Pioneers help them while the fields are quiet and the boys and girls have begged to help their older brothers. They work too hard, trying to do more than they can handle. That's how the veins bulge and stand out on the children's tanned, calloused hands and bare, bruised feet. And yet they still manage to sing;
  We are the pioneers, the children of communism -
  Fire, tent and 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 warriors of the Native Land!
  
  But Hitler took a step towards our capital,
  A waterfall of countless bombs fell down!
  For me, the Fatherland is even more beautiful than the sky -
  Now the bloody sunset has arrived!
  
  We will respond to aggression harshly -
  Although, alas, we ourselves are small in stature!
  But the sword is in the hands of a fragile teenager -
  Stronger than the legions of Satan!
  
  Let the tanks rush in avalanche after avalanche,
  And we share the rifle between the three of us!
  Let the police aim meanly at the back,
  But the Holy God will punish them fiercely!
  
  What have we decided? To do the work of peace -
  But for that, alas, I had to shoot!
  The calm is already disgusting.
  Sometimes violence can be a blessing!
  
  The girl and I run barefoot together.
  Even though it snowed, the snowdrift burns like coal!
  But they have no fear, children know -
  A fascist will be boldly driven into the coffin with a bullet!
  
  Here they laid down a company of vile Fritzes,
  And the rest of the cowards run away!
  We crush infantry in battle like a scythe -
  Our youth is no obstacle for us!
  
  Victory achievement will be in May,
  There's a blizzard now, prickly, hard snow!
  The boy is barefoot, his sister is barefoot,
  The children met their prime in rags!
  
  Where do these forces come from in us?
  To endure both pain and cold, that need!
  When the comrade measured the bottom of the grave,
  When my friend moans, I will die!
  
  Christ blessed us pioneers,
  He said, the Fatherland was given to you by God!
  This is the first of all faiths,
  Soviet, sacred country!
  The distant rumble of approaching tanks can be heard, and planes buzz in the sky. And now the mighty siege guns are thundering. The impacts of high-explosive shells send clods of earth and melted turf high into the sky. The battle is about to begin. Major Vladimir Mikhailovsky holds a captured pair of binoculars, watching the approaching fascist avalanche of steel. They are trying to drive the Pioneers to the rear, but they refuse to leave and ask for rifles so they can fight.
  There aren't enough weapons for everyone, even though the local kids have brought hunting rifles and even sport bows. Everyone wants to fight bravely and win. But they can't die with their last thoughts of the Motherland.
  Major Mikhailovsky gives the order:
  - Do not open fire without command!
  Indeed, they only have two "forty-fives" for the entire battalion, which means their chance is to let the Fritzes get closer.
  As is customary with the Nazis, the most heavily armored vehicles-the T-4 tanks and Okhotnik self-propelled guns-are in the lead. They must make way for the lighter vehicles and the infantry, which is lagging behind.
  The Nazi cars and motorcycles slow down every now and then, afraid of getting ahead...
  But pioneer Yuliy Petrov proves they're here for a reason. A hard-to-find anti-tank mine, coated in homemade glue and covered with turf to conceal it, is moved with a wire between the stumps, right under the T-4's tracks.
  The steel tracks strike the deadly present. The explosion doesn't seem too powerful, but the tracks are torn off, and Hitler's tank begins to smoke and spin its turret.
  Other boys use similar devices. If the German infantry is cowardly, and the tanks and self-propelled guns are pushing forward defenseless, then they will be punished for it.
  The famous Okhotnik, with its low silhouette and heavy armor, resembles a squashed turtle. This self-propelled gun had only recently appeared on the Soviet-German front. Due to its excellent maneuverability, long-range gun penetration, and combat survivability, the Okhotnik immediately became a byword.
  But its tracks are still ordinary, albeit wide... However, it would be even better to blow up the bottom of the machine and make it spit out its insides in spare parts.
  Here, the crippled Okhotnik, like a pirate frigate with a broken rudder, slides sideways and collides with the T-4. And both steel coffins on their tracks begin to burn, and moments later, explode due to detonating ammunition.
  Now a dozen medium-weight cars have stopped, broken and helpless.
  But the others are following them, especially the numerous armored vehicles. The Okhotnik self-propelled gun picks up speed and... falls into a camouflaged hole. Only the tracks stick out above, wriggling helplessly.
  The pioneers rejoice. Here and there, in the dug holes, there are homemade explosives. They're made in a makeshift way. Of course, it's weaker than dynamite, but it's enough to disable the chassis.
  Fritz suffers heavy losses, armored personnel carriers fall through, some pass through dangerous zones, but they are met with grenades and explosive charges.
  Here, even resourceful young soldiers have constructed small catapults. They eject a special packet of distilled wood alcohol mixed with gunpowder elements.
  When hit, the thinner armor of the Nazi transports gives way, sending their crews into a blue flame. Maddened by pain, the Germans scream and run away, their faces contorted in terror.
  Some of them are even abandoning their equipment...
  It's just a pity that there are so many enemies, some transport vehicles, pouring machine gun fire on everything, approach the trenches.
  And they run into hedgehogs... Meanwhile, Alesya aims the .45. You can't take out a T-4 or Okhotnik head-on, of course, but you can try their sides. And let's not even talk about armored personnel carriers. They'll penetrate everything and make you cough up blood on the floors of hot metal!
  Small-caliber weapons have many advantages over larger ones-rate of fire, ease of concealment. And they know how to select targets.
  The Nazis are snarling back, as ferocious as hyenas. And among the Soviet soldiers, there are dead and wounded. It's especially tragic when young soldiers, just beginning to live, perish. Here, a young Pioneer girl struggles to lift a firecracker and throws herself with it under the tracks of a T-3 medium tank. The ugly box with a long, but seemingly thin, barrel leaps up and tears off the square turret.
  And the soldiers are throwing grenades again, and machine guns are starting to pound the approaching motorcycles. And the heads of the Nazi soldiers are bursting like ripe cherries hit by hail.
  And the gas tanks of the large motorcycles explode, spewing streams of furious flames. It feels like a riot of hellish genies. Several armored personnel carriers also join their hapless colleagues.
  Alesya aims at the Hunter's lower hull. It's hard to hit, but it's the only chance of penetrating the merciless self-propelled gun. A smooth flick of the finger, and then a turn.
  The gun recoils softly, and the fascist machine splits in half. The swastika flag falls into the bloody mud.
  Alesya whispers:
  - Justice requires sacrifice, charity requires donations, and the success of a just cause requires sacrifice!
  The artillery girl turns around, leans her feet naked to better feel the Earth's biorhythms and the breath of the grass, and fires again, hitting the treacherous T-3 in the joint.
  It's clear that almost all the medium tanks in the Nazi armada have been disabled. The last one was destroyed by a young Pioneer boy, who, despite his wound, pushed a barrel containing a mixture of explosive carbide, coal dust, and sawdust with a small amount of phosphorus. The heroic child no longer had the strength to push the barrel after his penetrating wound, and his comrade Andrei, crossing himself as he ran, pushed it under the wheels of a forty-ton Shmel assault self-propelled gun. The obliging 150-millimeter cannon shot up and remained raised. And the souls of the Pioneers, fluttering from their torn bodies, soared to the happy kingdom of Heaven, where violence and pain never occur.
  The surviving fascist transporters, deprived of the support of their heavier colleagues, began to turn back... The roar of Wagner's music died down, and a mass exodus began.
  Vladimir Mikhailovsky, wiping blood from his forehead, said:
  "A Russian warrior may die standing, but he will never live on his knees! Russia may bleed, but no blood will sap our courage and loyalty to the Fatherland!"
  And the surviving pioneers confirm this... Although many of them were already burned and injured.
  And in the sky, Anastasia Vedmakova and Akulina Orlova are battling it out, ready to rival the vaunted Marseille, who has already shot down over four hundred aircraft, for which he received the fifth degree of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Golden Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds.
  But the girls are clearly in the mood for a real fight. Here they are, barefoot and in bikinis, fighting. And they're piercing Luftwaffe planes.
  Anastasia, using her bare toes, aims the gun at the target, knocks down the fascist, and says:
  - Our faith is great,
  It will last for centuries!
  And winks at her partner. Akulina also knocks down a fascist, striking him with her bare legs, and squeals:
  - For the greatness of the ideas of communism!
  And she bares her pearly teeth. Such a feisty and educated girl.
  And sparkles with its teeth.
  Anastasia, shooting down another German plane in her Yak-9, aggressively squeals:
  - Russian eagle over the planet,
  Spreading its wings, it will take off...
  The enemy will be called to account,
  Will be defeated, broken!
  Akulina readily confirms this by knocking down her opponents:
  - It will be broken!
  Although, of course, the Germans also had some beautiful female aces. Albina and Alvina fight in the newest ME-309. Such combat warriors are real stunners.
  And they shoot down Soviet aircraft with astonishing agility. The ME-309 has a very powerful armament: three 30-mm cannons and four machine guns. Russian aircraft are no match for such a monster.
  If they shoot down, they shoot down without mercy.
  Albina, using her bare toes, aimed the aircraft cannon at the target. She fired at the enemy and squealed:
  - For the victories of the Third Reich!
  And she stuck out her tongue.
  Alvina also fired at the enemy. She cut down Soviet Yak-9s and cooed:
  - For the great frontiers of our army!
  And she winked at her friends.
  Huffman is also fighting, racking up scores. He's not yet a top-tier ace, but he's improving quickly. And you could say he's also a monster of hell.
  The Germans, albeit slowly and with heavy losses, are advancing along the Volga coast, approaching the Caspian Sea.
  CHAPTER No. 2.
  The odds were clearly outmatched. The Nazi air force was particularly troubling. The Focke-Wulf was arriving at the front in large numbers, and its powerful armament and speed became a problem for the Red Army. Furthermore, this aircraft was simply too difficult to shoot down. It was durable and heavily armored.
  The ME-309 also proved an unpleasant surprise for Soviet pilots, both in terms of speed and armament. It decimated Soviet units.
  The new Ju-288 bomber also bombed Soviet positions, a very powerful machine. It carried four tons of bombs with a normal load, and six tons with an overload. And it really got to the Soviet units.
  Rommel also showed his class as a commander, as did Mainstein.
  The Germans were getting closer and closer to Astrakhan. And, to the surprise of the Soviet command, the Fritzes launched an offensive along the Volga toward Kamyshin. It was a daring but powerful move. And for now, stopping them was difficult.
  But the Red Army's defense is still strong... In a week, the Nazis advanced fifty kilometers and were stopped.
  They were met with counterattacks by Soviet units...
  At the same time, the Japanese attempted to advance on Alma-Ata. And fierce fighting raged there.
  The girls fought on par with the men, and maybe even better than them.
  Margarita Magnitnaya and Tatyana Bulatnaya are beautiful girls who fired machine guns.
  They shot down the samurai and sang:
  - Let's not part with our dream,
  The first step is important in life...
  You see again above the Earth,
  Whirlwinds of furious attacks!
  Margarita threw a deadly grenade with her bare toes, tore the Japanese to pieces and sang:
  - No one will stop us,
  No one will defeat us...
  We will bury the Wehrmacht in the ground,
  Our friendship is monolithic!
  Tatyana, firing at the enemy, agreed:
  - It really is a monolith!
  The Japanese are advancing on Alma-Ata. They have many soldiers and various reserves. Such fighting men they are. But the girls are mowing them down. They fight desperately.
  Tatyana Bulatnaya threw another grenade, tore apart the samurai and sang:
  - For my great achievement!
  And she winked her sapphire-colored eyes. A cheerful girl, there's no denying it.
  And Margarita, with her bare heel, will take and throw a gift of death, tearing apart the Japanese soldiers.
  And he will sing:
  - Everything is mixed up, intertwined, in a whirlwind of suffering and troubles!
  And again he will throw a lemon at the Japanese with his bare toes...
  A barefoot warrior named Oksana crawls up to them, pushing a box of grenades, whispering:
  - It's going to be awesome, girls!
  And all three warriors sang:
  - The samurai flew to the ground, under the pressure of steel and fire!
  And the beauties fight with great fury. They have been through fire, water, and copper pipes, and not in vain.
  Here's Oksana, barefoot, throwing a grenade, hitting a Japanese light tank, the Chiha. What a perfect target!
  Margarita, shooting at the enemy, sang:
  - You can believe even without believing! You can do even without doing!
  Tatyana logically noted:
  - What you say is a paradox!
  Margarita threw a grenade with her bare toes and logically remarked:
  - Isn't genius a friend of paradoxes?
  Tatyana fired a burst, mowing down the samurai and agreed:
  - Of course, friend!
  And the warriors burst out laughing... They are fighting girls, and they say they are... It"s not for nothing that all of Russia remembers how the girls fought!
  Oksana fights at the very highest level, of course. She shoots from different angles, and she spins like a top.
  These are beauties, they won't give in to anyone or anything. And they'll gnaw out betrayal, just like the samurai.
  Angela also fires. She's also an aggressive, red-haired woman. Warriors prefer to fight barefoot and perform colossal feats.
  Angela gives a turn and says with a laugh:
  - We will go into battle boldly,
  For the power of the Soviets!
  And with his bare toes he throws a deadly lemon.
  The fighting continues and the Japanese onslaught is running out...
  It was already the end of July 1943. The Nazis had reached the Volga Delta itself and were fighting there.
  Elizaveta and her crew are fighting desperately. The first Tiger-2 tanks have also begun arriving at the front. They resemble the Panther and Lev tanks, but are somewhere in between. They also feature intelligently sloped armor and a long-barreled 88-millimeter 71 EL gun. They weigh sixty-eight tons and are similar in armor to the Lev tank, but slightly smaller.
  Big tanks, nothing to say.
  Elizaveta and the girls are hunting for Germans. They penetrate a T-4 and squeal:
  - Glory to the ideas of bright years,
  The cry of the pioneers: always be ready!
  The warriors are, let's say, first-class. And not only do they fight gloriously, but they sing too;
  An indestructible union of free peoples,
  It was not brute force and fear that united them...
  And the good will of enlightened people,
  And friendship, light, reason and courage in dreams!
  
  Glory to our free Fatherland,
  The power of creation is a support forever!
  Legitimate force, the will of the people,
  After all, it is the common man who stands for unity!
  
  Through the storms the sun of progress shone upon us,
  Through storms and tempests we rushed forward...
  We move mountains as if without weight,
  The whole world is moving towards communism, shining!
  
  Glory to our free Fatherland,
  The power of creation is a support forever!
  Legitimate force, the will of the people,
  After all, it is the common man who stands for unity!
  
  The peoples of the planet are like brothers united,
  Buddhist, Muslim, friends forever!
  Let the loud name of reason be famous,
  All nations of the world are one family!
  
  Glory to our free Fatherland,
  The power of creation is a support forever!
  Legitimate force, the will of the people,
  After all, it is the common man who stands for unity!
  The girls sing well, and fight even better, and accomplish such feats. Although history is written by the victors, and who knows if they'll be remembered if the war is lost?
  Alenka, along with her battery and a team of girls, is trying to hold off the enemies in the Volga Delta. And she's showing what beauties are capable of.
  And they really can do a lot.
  Anyuta shoots with her bare foot and roars:
  - Glory to the times of communism!
  And then the whole battery started singing in unison, with full-sounding voices;
  We are fighting for a better destiny,
  So that people's lives become easier...
  And we will crush the damned horde,
  So that there are fewer evil enemies!
  
  Above us is a golden-winged cherub,
  To the glory of our mother Russia...
  The people of Rus', believe me, are invincible,
  And it will make everyone on Earth more beautiful!
  
  We are given the power to fight for our Motherland,
  Defending the greatness of the Fatherland...
  And sometimes life is just a movie,
  Although it should be a reflection of paradise!
  
  Everyone needs to achieve their dreams,
  Believe me, reasonable communism...
  So that there is more happiness on Earth,
  And the fires of revanchism did not come!
  
  Our Tsar is a great genius Pugachev,
  He raised the peasants to a holy struggle...
  Any task will be within your reach,
  And love the girl barefoot, boy!
  
  We will become even stronger than the devil,
  When we shift the horizons of science...
  The villain is crushed under the hooves,
  Even though blood is gushing from the torn aorta!
  
  Yes, our cause is just, friends,
  We can make our homeland happier...
  Peoples, believe that we are all one family,
  To the great and most radiant Russia!
  
  Look bravely at the horizon, people,
  Let the evil clouds not cover the sky...
  We will give the enemy a winning score,
  And you will be a lucky knight in battle!
  
  I don't know such a word as coward,
  We Russians are not inferior at all...
  We have Svarog, the White Jesus,
  And will enjoy May forever!
  
  Girls and boys dance in a circle,
  We, barefoot girls, enter...
  For us, the almighty God Rod,
  Don't be a brainless parrot, kid!
  
  And Lenin inspired us to fight,
  The wise Stalin blessed this feat...
  The powerful cherub will spread his wings,
  And our muscles are simply made of steel!
  
  The majesty of the Fatherland will be in that,
  That we are such warriors for God...
  Let us confirm our glory with a steel sword,
  Which shield was forged by Svarog!
  
  In short, be faithful to the Lord,
  To the glory of the most radiant Russia...
  We just know the eagle knights,
  The White God Christ the Messiah is behind us!
  Here, from a precise hit from the cannon, the "Lion" lights up. Yes, the Nazis are getting it right in the horns.
  While the fighting is going on, children are not wasting their time either.
  Dasha and Vaska are wandering behind German lines. They watch the vehicles moving in columns. Motorcycles race by, self-propelled guns crawl by. Numerous troops are there, including SS and other units.
  Vaska noticed the movement of the Ferdinand, a powerful German self-propelled gun that destroyed tanks.
  The boy whispered to the girl:
  - It looks like the Fritzes are transferring additional forces north of Stalingrad.
  Dasha noted with a smile:
  - Our people will grind them anyway!
  A German from a truck angrily yells at the kids. The children take off and run, their bare, round heels flashing, gray from the dust. They might even get a burst of fire.
  The boy and girl ran to the bushes and jumped in. Dasha remarked with enthusiasm:
  - Partisans can do anything!
  Vaska agreed with this:
  - Of course... We will definitely win!
  Dasha sang with enthusiasm:
  - Victory awaits! Victory awaits! For those who yearn to break the shackles! Victory awaits, victory awaits! We will be able to defeat fascism!
  Vaska readily agreed with this and crushed the caterpillar with the toes of his bare childish feet:
  - We can do it! We were born to make fairy tales come true!
  Dasha winked and noted:
  - What? I think we'll turn the fairy tale into reality, and the Wehrmacht into dust!
  And the children began to sing in chorus at the top of their lungs;
  In the name of our righteous country,
  What will communism give to the universe...
  We will be faithful to our Motherland,
  Let's pave the way to success and creation!
  
  Putin ruled Russia like a hero,
  But then the eagle left her in flight...
  The Fuhrer is certainly a big pain in the ass,
  But Stalin is also a name!
  
  I believe we will defeat the Third Reich,
  It's no wonder Putin has taken possession of Stalin...
  Above the world is a golden-winged cherub,
  And Satan-Adolf has now gone mad!
  
  The Germans have all of Europe at their fingertips,
  And Africa, and Asia, and the States...
  And Adolf thinks he's cool,
  But the Fuhrer will face retribution!
  
  For Hitler, Russia is like a barn,
  He wants to establish his own order...
  But I believe there will be a communism paradise,
  Strawberries will sprout when you sow the beds!
  
  Don't believe it, our people are not weak at all,
  But the Fritzes captured too much...
  And you, Slav, are not a slave at all,
  In the name of our mother Russia!
  
  And Lenin inspired us to a feat,
  He showed how things should be done...
  Since God is actually one,
  But we must believe in communism boldly!
  
  No, Russians, do not give in to the enemy,
  After all, the White God, the Creator of the universe, is with us...
  I will help the fatherland in battle,
  To be constant in life's successes!
  
  How long can you continue to kill your loved ones?
  Unfortunately, there is no end in sight to the war...
  So our army was thinned out in battles,
  Do something you won't be ashamed of!
  This is a fine song for young warriors. They sang it and set off again, their bare, calloused heels kicking up dust along the path.
  The children were cheerful and seemingly content with life. Although thin, their faces were tanned like chocolate, and their hair, on the contrary, was light. Wonderful kids.
  One of the Germans on a motorcycle beckoned them over affectionately and offered them a chocolate bar. Dasha, hungry, reached out, but Vaska tugged at her sleeve.
  - Don't humiliate yourself!
  A smart girl was found:
  - Let's unite the fascists instead!
  Vaska, who was skin and bones himself, liked the idea. He also asked for a chocolate bar.
  The Nazi nodded and wheezed in broken Russian:
  - Sing, boy!
  Vaska nodded and began to sing with great inspiration;
  The Party united all of Russia,
  Protects the endless fields...
  After all, people believe that there is such power,
  Glory to the Soviet land!
  
  Stalin is the highest award,
  Stalin is a flight of wisdom...
  We must fight bravely for it,
  All the people follow Stalin!
  
  We are given wings of joy,
  We have been given great freedom...
  Stalin is the joy of abundance,
  Glory be to the great country!
  
  Stalin is the greatest in the universe,
  Stalin, the golden-winged cherub,
  Our people with unfailing good fortune,
  Believe me, I am forever invincible!
  
  Stalin gave salvation to the people,
  He is the greatest eagle in the world...
  For our Fatherland and freedom,
  He spread his wings over the earth!
  
  There is no one higher than the radiant Stalin,
  He is great as just a white God...
  Struggling with the penny and winning,
  We will soon drive the Fuhrer into the coffin!
  
  Giving honor to our Fatherland,
  Know that you won't find anyone more beautiful...
  We will soon be living under communism,
  And we have no other path!
  
  Stalin is the pride of the entire planet,
  Stalin unlimited communism...
  His exploits will be sung,
  The fascist has been completely destroyed!
  
  Stalin brought glory to Russia,
  Stalin raised her above the stars...
  He raised the state to its limits,
  Stalin is simply ideal!
  
  Stalin conquers the universe,
  He has a great star fleet...
  Trials will be for edification,
  Stalin will lead to communism!
  
  For Russia, Stalin is the sun,
  It shines fiercely in the darkness...
  The girl has a ringing voice,
  There is no more beautiful Leader on earth!
  
  Stalin is the embodiment of Svarog,
  Stalin created Russia's might...
  He finds Rod in his heart -
  Most Great Lord!
  
  There is no leader on the whole Earth more beautiful,
  Stalin is the greatest of men...
  Let's create happiness in our universe,
  The mad villain has been destroyed!
  
  My sons and Komsomol members,
  Stand in solidarity for the Fatherland...
  After all, you girls are stronger than tigers,
  Our dear genius Stalin is with us!
  
  I can't count my achievements,
  Let us rush into flight like an arrow...
  Our radiant Russia,
  The Motherland is moving towards communism!
  Dasha sang along with Vaska and the children sang so richly and beautifully.
  And they danced along, stamping their tanned feet, which had never seen shoes since the frost, and already stamping their bare feet in the snow in March, like children.
  The German, who didn't understand much Russian, liked the song and took some canned pork out of his bag and handed it to the children.
  And he nodded approvingly:
  - Zer gut!
  The boy and girl bowed and moved on. They were only eleven years old, but they were smart and had strong memories. They collected accurate information. And once, fair-haired Daria even brought a mine to the Germans in a basket. She was a cunning girl and spoke their language quite well. They couldn't even imagine that such a pretty child with tow-white hair and blue eyes could cause death.
  And it worked like this...
  Here they are again, walking along, savoring German chocolates, and they are in a cheerful mood...
  Daria noted with a smile:
  - Once we defeat the fascists, I will build myself a three-story house, made of marble and with a fountain!
  Vaska grinned:
  - Are you going to become a bourgeois or something?
  The girl objected:
  - No! I'll just have my own communism!
  Vaska laughed and began to sing again;
  When the bourgeoisie came to my region,
  Houses were burned, girls were chopped up...
  It seemed like zeros were counted,
  The boys' hair was shaved short!
  
  The brave Kibalchish took the rifle,
  And he joined the people's army...
  But Bad Boy revealed all his plans,
  Who gave up for a barrel of jam!
  
  And here I am, boy, hanging on the rack,
  They torment me with a whip and needles...
  In response, I laugh in the face of the executioner.
  And I believe that the Fatherland will become a paradise!
  
  The animals roasted my heels with fire,
  The child was severely shocked by the electric current...
  But believe me, the torment is nothing,
  May the reds defeat the bourgeoisie!
  
  They break bones, the evil metal has dug in,
  The executioners are shaking me on the rack...
  But believe me, I dreamed about it as a kid,
  To run around Berlin in May!
  
  I believe Comrade Lenin will lead,
  Liberate Warsaw, Prague, London!
  We will soon post a winning score,
  And over Berlin the red flag flies proudly!
  
  Now the child's heels are burning,
  The sole is almost always bare...
  And the whip hit my back hard,
  Mom, you must be grey-haired already!
  
  But I will not surrender to these executioners,
  I will not ask for faith, know mercy...
  Let the cut whip from the shoulder,
  I know Lenin will give you a reward, believe me!
  
  Under torture, Kibalchish laughed,
  He didn't reveal the secret and dies proudly...
  In hell, the Bad Guy screams like this forever,
  The demons are pouring resin down his throat!
  
  Lenin is with us there, apparently forever,
  And in the heart a hot flame blazes...
  A great dream will come true,
  There will be a red flag over the entire planet!
  Daria whistled and stamped her bare foot:
  - Cool! Did you write it yourself?
  Vaska nodded:
  - Yes! His story made a huge impression on me!
  Daria nodded and noted:
  - Do you remember how the police caught us and drove us barefoot through the snow in the cold, and then flogged us and put thin twigs on our heels.
  Vaska readily confirmed:
  - It happened... My heels hurt, and the joints in my shoulders hurt when I'm hanging on the rack. But there was no evidence against us and...
  Daria noted with a sigh:
  - Yes, but the police wanted us to freeze to death. But when they hit me on the head with a bottle, I caught a shard with my bare foot. And then I transferred it to my hands. After that, I cut the string, both mine and yours.
  Vaska nodded:
  - Yes, that happened... It was really creepy. But you know, in the cold, blisters from burnt soles don't hurt! And when we got out later, everything healed on us like dogs!
  Daria readily confirmed:
  - It heals on us just fine! I've got such rough soles that I'm not afraid to walk on coals!
  Vaska, puffed up, said:
  - Me too! We are pioneers, children of communism!
  Daria confirmed:
  - And we will certainly win!
  The boy and the girl sang:
  In the victory of the immortal ideas of communism,
  We see the future of our country...
  And to the red banner of our Fatherland,
  We will always be selflessly faithful!
  CHAPTER No. 3.
  In early August 1943, the Germans finally reached the Caspian Sea, overcoming stubborn Soviet resistance. This was truly a major achievement for the Nazis, who achieved significant dividends. The Caucasus was now cut off from the mainland by land.
  The Turks also achieved success, finally taking Batumi after fierce fighting and completing the encirclement of Yerevan. Thus, they effectively squeezed the Soviet forces in Transcaucasia.
  The USSR's situation had become grave. Stalin ordered an offensive in the north to open a corridor to a starving, dying, but not yet surrendered Leningrad.
  The offensive on Tikhvin began. Significant forces were deployed there, although headquarters lacked reserves. The situation was complicated by the arrival of Swedish, supposedly volunteer, divisions at the front, which reinforced the positions.
  And the Germans have seriously strengthened their positions...
  The fighting began on August 10th, with Soviet troops advancing ten kilometers in the first three days. Then, on August 14th, the German Maus tank entered combat for the first time. Weighing in at 188 tons, it wasn't a particularly successful design. True, the vehicle was manned by a capable crew, some very combative Nazi girls.
  Agnes, Adala, Angelina, Agatha, Aphrodite - five beauties of the Third Reich beginning with the letter "A." And how they fight in a Maus and fire two guns at once.
  High-explosive fragmentation shells are fired from the short-barreled 75-mm cannon, and heavier shells from the 128-mm cannon, demonstrating their striking power.
  Agnes fires with the bare toes of her chiseled feet. She hits a Soviet vehicle, literally ripping off its turret, and squeals:
  - I'm a space girl!
  Adala fires a high explosive shot and squeaks:
  - And I'm a top-notch performer, I'll tear the whole crew apart!
  And the girl also uses her bare toes. Shells from Soviet T-34s hit the Maus, but bounce off like peas. The vehicle is quite well protected. And you can't hit it so easily. Shells fly off it like tennis balls, and even a larger caliber can't penetrate such a monster.
  And the girl is shot from an anti-aircraft gun, not letting the enemy get closer.
  Agatha also shot out with her bare toes and growled:
  - Let my sword strike, we will cut down the enemies!
  Adala confirmed aggressively, shooting very accurately:
  - We are warriors of light and earth!
  Angelina slapped her bare toes, destroyed a Soviet T-34-76 tank, and yelped:
  - For great victories!
  Aphrodite also fired a shell that was as heavy as a pile, crushing a Soviet T-60, and squealed:
  - Our victory will be in the holy war!
  Agnes lashed out with her bare heel, breaking the enemy's frontal armor and said:
  - Imperial flag forward - glory to the fallen heroes!
  These girls here are quite nasty and deadly. And it's no wonder you can't pass them by. Thanks to their bare feet and bikinis, they're dead-on. Which means they're not so easy to defeat.
  The formidable "Maus" fired a deadly weapon and didn't give anyone a chance.
  Including the KV series.
  But if there are German women who fight so stubbornly and successfully, then there will also be girls of the Soviet level - strong women.
  Here, for example, is Natasha and her teammates. They only have a modest SPG-85, which has just arrived at the front. And the girls are already using it to batter the Nazis with all their might.
  Naturally, the beauties are barefoot and in bikinis. And they crush the fascists like a sledgehammer smashing glass.
  And it is very memorable when such girls demonstrate the highest level of eagle flight.
  Natasha shoots with her bare toes and destroys the Panther, after which she shouts:
  - For the great Fatherland!
  And he'll show his tongue!
  Zoya also takes a swing at the enemy. She hits him very accurately. She shatters his armor and yelps:
  - For the glory of communism!
  Augustina also fights hard, and when she puts pressure on her opponent, she does it with great force. She punches and roars:
  - Glory to the communist world!
  Svetlana will strike too. And quite accurately. With her bare toes. She'll crush the enemy's armor and squeak:
  - For the greatness of the communist world!
  And he'll stick out his tongue...
  Here the girls, feeling inspired, began to sing, composing right on the go;
  Beauties attack barefoot,
  Such nice girls are running...
  If necessary, they will hit Fritz with their fist,
  Or they'll slash him with a machine gun!
  
  It's not good for girls to doubt,
  They will bury the fascists dead...
  And they'll give him a hard kick in the leg,
  And somewhere wolves are howling carnivorously!
  
  Russia is a word for soldiers,
  When, believe me, it doesn't get any cooler...
  Although the situation is sometimes bleak,
  Where the evil black Cain triumphs!
  
  Don't believe it, Komsomol members don't run away,
  And if they run, then only to attack...
  And all the Nazis will be killed at once,
  And the Fuhrer will all be raised to the chopping block!
  
  Russia is my homeland,
  She is radiant, simply beautiful...
  A coward is not worth even a ruble,
  And arguing with a warrior is dangerous!
  
  But know that we will defeat the fascists,
  Evil will not reign on the throne...
  Above us is a golden-winged cherub,
  And God Svarog with greatness in his crown!
  
  He who is afraid, believe me, is a weak slave,
  His destiny is to endure insults...
  Today you're a mechanic, tomorrow you're a foreman,
  And you yourself will be able to hit other people's backs!
  
  The girls are a force, a volcano,
  Sometimes she can even powerfully demolish mountains...
  The evil hurricane of war rages,
  And death frankly mows down the human race!
  
  I'll tell you honestly, knights,
  We are strong when we Russians are united...
  Need a snack to go with your fork and knife,
  We knights are invincible in battles!
  
  What is our faith in the Lord Christ,
  Although we also revere Lada...
  Comrade Stalin is like a father to us,
  And there will be a place of communism, paradise!
  
  The one who was when he was dead will be resurrected,
  And we will become more beautiful and wiser...
  And the man is of course very proud,
  Although sometimes he talks nonsense!
  
  In love our Fatherland is like a star,
  Believe me, it will never go out...
  May a great dream come true,
  There will be peace and happiness throughout the universe!
  
  I love Maria, I honor Lada,
  Svarog is beautiful and Perun is great...
  I love Jesus and Stalin,
  The holy faces of icons are dear to me!
  
  When will there be real paradise?
  Believe me, all your hopes will come true in it...
  Give your heart to your Motherland,
  Everything will be fine, stronger than before!
  The girls had a good fight and composed some wonderful stories. With warriors like these, no Hitler can threaten Russia.
  Nevertheless, after ten days of intense fighting, Soviet troops finally broke through to Tikhvin.
  The fighting unfolded for the city itself. The forces were, of course, very unequal.
  The Germans have gained air superiority and are bombing relentlessly. The situation is exacerbated by foreign divisions fighting alongside the Wehrmacht, especially numerous Italian units.
  They're trying to push the Red Army back from Tikhvin. But the Russian units are fighting stubbornly. This is their only real chance to save Leningrad, which is dying of starvation and under siege. Food can only be dropped there by air, but the Germans have powerful fighter aircraft, making this very difficult.
  And in the second half of August, the Nazis launched an assault on Astrakhan. And in this city, Soviet girls fought with great heroism and courage.
  A battalion of barefoot girls protects this heroic city.
  Alenka throws a grenade with her bare foot, then fires a burst, mowing down the fascists and says:
  - If a woman is lustful like a cat, then her husband has mice in his head!
  Anyuta, firing at the Fritzes and also throwing a grenade with her bare foot, chirped:
  - The brightest ideas are darkened by shadow politics when they are implemented!
  Alla, shooting at the Fritz and throwing a grenade, knocking out a tank with her bare toes, muttered:
  - A woman is as cunning as a fox, and can control even a lion if a man has the wits of a rooster!
  Maria, firing her rifle and knocking down the Fritzes, growled:
  - God can do everything, but He is powerless to surpass a woman in her demands!
  Matryona, firing at the enemy and throwing a deadly gift of death with her bare toes, noted:
  - A woman, in order not to be swallowed by a man like a boa constrictor, must have a cobra's sting!
  Alenka, continuing to fire at the Nazis, wittily noted:
  - A person can be like the Creator in everything, but a monkey-like imitation does not paint him in a good light!
  Anyuta fired at the enemy, then knocked out a tank with a well-aimed grenade throw and declared:
  - A person can surpass the Almighty God only in conceit, and even then only if he is intellectually created as a Pithecanthropus!
  Alla, continuing to shoot very accurately at the Fritzes, said:
  - A woman doesn't want to be a chicken, but her ideal man is a rooster!
  Maria, firing at the fascists and hitting a Panther with a precise throw of her bare foot, noted:
  - The fox woman truly has a wolfish grip on the beaver men!
  Marusya, having also fired a burst at the fascists and kicked the explosive package with her bare heel, said:
  - In politics, as in the forest, if you are an oak, a pig will eat you, if a hare, a fox will eat you, if a donkey, they will skin you three times!
  Alenka, continuing to fire furiously and showering the infantry with fragmentation grenades, yelped:
  - The brighter the woman, the more of a fox she is!
  Anyuta also fired a burst at the fascists, mowed them down, and threw a grenade with her bare toes and squealed:
  - Gray people lack gray matter in their brains, bright personalities have a lot of gray matter in their heads!
  Alla, firing at the enemy, kicked an explosive packet with her bare heel and wittily said:
  - The gray man is lonely like a wolf, and like a hare he has no peace!
  Maria, mowing down the Fritzes, wittily remarked:
  - If a politician is a big fox, then he is guaranteed the lion's share!
  Marusya fired from the grenade launcher and threw a grenade with her bare toes, squealing:
  - The fox-politician takes away the crow-voter's opportunity to live like a king!
  Alenka, continuing to fire her weapon and kicking the explosive packet with her bare heel, yelped:
  - There are fewer stars in the sky than interpretations of the Holy Scripture!
  Anyuta, shooting at the fascists, said:
  - The executioner in a red robe, more just, a politician with eloquence!
  Alla, continuing to fire, logically noted:
  - The executioner has a sharp axe, the politician has a sharp word, the first one cuts off heads, the second one drips on brains!
  Maria, continuing to accurately knock out the Fritzes, and throwing another gift of death with her bare toes, noted:
  - Sometimes chopping off heads is more humane than dripping on brains!
  Matryona, cutting down the fascists and throwing a grenade with her bare heel, said:
  - If you let politicians get on your nerves, you'll tear your hair out in frustration!
  Alenka, shooting at the German general and piercing him through, said menacingly:
  - A politician's speeches are like water for brainwashing!
  Anyuta, shooting accurately at the enemy and launching a grenade launcher with her bare toes, said:
  - In what way is a politician the greatest God, in that he commits lawlessness!
  Alla, shooting at the Nazis and throwing an explosive package with her bare heel, said:
  - A politician always looks at a voter like a donkey with a fox-like gaze, in order to plow him!
  Maria, firing at the enemy, and with her bare toes, tossing a grenade of deadly force, blurted out:
  - A woman loves to expose her poor body in order to dress richer!
  Marusya fired a long burst, cutting down the line of Fritzes, and purred:
  - A barefoot woman will put shoes on a man faster, even if he is not exactly a boot!
  Alenka, firing accurately at the Nazis, noted:
  - It's easier to persuade a man to wear fashionable boots with a bare female heel!
  Anyuta fired from the grenade launcher and said:
  - To get fashionable shoes for herself, a woman must "shoe" a man well!
  Alla, firing bursts of fire at the Nazis and throwing a grenade to the toes of her bare foot, replied:
  - A woman who doesn't know how to expose her legs in time will remain "shod" forever!
  Maria, shooting at the enemy and throwing an explosive package with her round heel, said:
  - By looking at women's bare legs too often, a man risks "shoeing" himself to the point of being a tramp!
  Marusya, firing accurately at the enemy and hitting a grenade with her bare knee, replied:
  - To avoid being left barefoot forever, you need to know when to take off your shoes!
  Alenka, continuing to shoot at the Nazis and knocking the wind out of them, wittily said:
  - A girl's bare foot is better than an occupier's tarpaulin boot!
  Anyuta, continuing to shoot with unfading accuracy, noted:
  - Even the strongest armor cannot withstand the soft skin of a charming girl's sole!
  Alla, firing at the German invaders, said:
  - Women are very clever at reaching into a man's wallet with their bare feet!
  Maria, firing at the fascists with great accuracy and breaking their heads, noted:
  - The stickiest part of the female body for gold coins is bare feet and naked breasts!
  Marusya, continuing to fire mercilessly at the fascists, said:
  - Sometimes a woman needs to take off her shoes so as not to fall on her knees before need!
  Alenka, accurately scribbling at the fascists and arranging them in stacks, logically noted:
  - It's easier to bring a man to his knees with a bare foot!
  Anyuta, shooting at the enemy, remarked aggressively:
  - Barefoot in time, never barefoot!
  Alla, while beating down enemies and cutting down opponents, muttered:
  - It's easier for a woman to climb to the golden peak barefoot!
  Maria also took a shot at the fascists and purred:
  - You are a man of boots if you don"t love women"s legs!
  Marusya, firing at the Nazis and throwing a homemade package of explosives with her bare toes, which caused the Tiger to flip over, growled:
  - A woman with slender legs will make a man bend over in respect!
  Alenka fired at the fascists, mowed them down and said:
  - Bare toes, more dexterous than hands, when a woman takes coins from the pocket of a "shod" man!
  Anyuta cut down the Fritzes and squealed:
  - The most skillful way a woman can push a man under her heel is with her bare foot!
  Alla, shooting at the opponents and throwing a grenade with her bare heel, said:
  - It's easier for a beauty to tread the path to a man's heart with her bare feet!
  Maria destroyed a German tank by throwing a grenade and squealed:
  - The bare feet of girls are more tenacious when climbing the Everest of a man's heart!
  Matryona also fired a deadly shot and said:
  - Taking off her shoes makes it easier for a woman to cross the desert of male indifference!
  Alenka hit the enemy with a captured bazooka and squealed:
  - If you're as dumb as a boot, you'll get caught up to the heel of even a tramp!
  Anyuta also fired a burst and squealed, baring her teeth:
  - A naked woman's foot makes a man fall into barefoot childhood!
  Red-haired Alla, having mowed down the fascists, chirped:
  - Most often, it is those who wear boots that fall into barefoot childhood!
  Maria took a shot at the Nazis and squealed:
  - If a girl has beautiful legs, it means she is not a tramp in life!
  Matryona, firing at the enemy and cutting down the Nazis like sheaves of grain, barked:
  - A barefoot girl is better off than a shod old woman, a young cat is more cheerful than an old lion!
  Alenka, firing at the fascists and throwing deadly gifts of death, said:
  - A woman best wins a reward with her bare chest, and fashionable shoes with her bare feet!
  Anyuta also beat up the Nazis, mowed them down, and threw grenades with her bare feet and squealed:
  - A bare heel is the best protection for a woman from the thorns of male indifference!
  Alla, shooting at the enemies and cutting them down with automatic bursts, noted:
  - The strongest heel for a man comes from a woman's bare foot!
  Maria, beating the opponents and firing from the grenade launcher, said:
  - A bare woman's heel will put on the most worn-out boot, guts and all!
  Matryona, knocking down the fascists, said wittily:
  - If you can't take off your shoes in time, you'll become a tramp!
  Alenka, writing about the fascists, noted:
  -If you're a blockhead, you'll only be able to hit yourself hard!
  Anyuta logically noted, beating the enemy and throwing a bag of explosives with her bare foot:
  - It's good to have a club, but it's bad to be a club!
  Alla, beating the Nazis and kicking a grenade with her bare heel, yelped:
  - Cast iron fists may help you survive, but a wooden head will lead to death!
  Maria quite logically noted, mowing down the fascists:
  - When the ruler doesn't have a king in his head, anarchy reigns in the country, and they sell in vain!
  Matryona, beating the Nazis rationally, noted:
  - A crown is not for the head that a hat is for!
  Alenka, crushing the Fritzes, logically noted:
  - Even a crown doesn't sit firmly on an oak head!
  Anyuta, shooting very accurately at the fascists, said:
  - No matter how strong the oak is, the material for a head made from it is the most fragile!
  Alla, briskly shooting at the enemy, logically concluded:
  - He who hits his head with a club, gets hit on the head with a club!
  Maria, while beating her opponents, said:
  - The politician holds a wallet and a club in his hands, only his money is wooden and his club is paper!
  Marusya noted logically, throwing a lemon with her bare foot:
  - A bright head is the last thing that concerns gray hair!
  Matryona, crushing the fascists, noted:
  - You may not be a blonde, but it's beautiful to have a bright soul. Girls can beat up mean people so that others can live happily!
  Alenka, shooting at the Nazis, squeaked:
  - You can"t build a strong defense from oak trees on stumps alone!
  Anyuta, while shooting, logically noted:
  - If a politician is not a woodpecker, he will take shavings, not only from the stump voter!
  Alla said aggressively, knocking down the Germans:
  - Although the politician is not an eagle, he considers voters to be crows and woodpeckers!
  Maria, cutting down the enemies, noted:
  - If you allow politicians to take shavings from you, then you are definitely a woodpecker!
  Matryona, mowing down the fascists, expressed herself:
  - A politician is a fox with his voters, but a hamster with himself!
  Marusya threw a grenade with her bare foot and squeaked:
  - A smart politician is like a fox in a henhouse, but a stupid one is like an elephant in a china shop!
  Alenka, crushing the Fritzes, said:
  - Order is established silently, but a politician creates chaos with talk!
  Anyuta, having scattered the fascists with a grenade, squeaked:
  - The politician talks a lot, especially when he wants to shut people's mouths!
  Alla noted aggressively, beating the Nazis:
  - Arguing with a politician is like treading water in a mortar, unless you tear a muscle in your tongue and lie for profit!
  Maria, crushing the enemies and throwing a grenade with her bare foot, noted:
  - A politician is a mixture of a fox and a wolf, but he plays a lot of pigs!
  Matryona, shooting at the fascists, growled:
  - The more a politician is a fox, the more he acts like a pig!
  Marusya, mowing down the Fritzes, said:
  - Politics is a complete menagerie: wolves, hares, chickens, roosters and woodpeckers, but the fox is always elected king!
  Alenka, crushing the fascists, muttered:
  - A dictator who pretends to be a lion is a real pig!
  Anyuta noted aggressively, shooting down enemies with shots:
  - A politician can only pass for a lion if the voter is a complete donkey!
  Alla, beating the fascists out like dust from carpets, said:
  - A politician puts on sheep's clothing, but the only thing he has in common with a wolf is his bloodthirstiness, and he is a complete ram in terms of intelligence!
  Maria threw a grenade with her bare foot and chirped:
  - It is better to have a wolf in sheep's clothing as a ruler than a ram in the guise of a lion!
  Matryona, shooting at the enemy with the accuracy of Robin Hood, said:
  - A politician, like a sheep, bleats about peace, but his wolfish fangs rattle with war!
  Marusya, firing at the enemy, yelped:
  - A politician, in order to get the voters' votes, pours out his voice like a nightingale, but treats them like woodpeckers!
  Alenka, firing at the fascists, said:
  - If a politician's speech seems like a nightingale's trill to you, don't be a crow in this case!
  Anyuta wittily noted, knocking down the Nazis:
  - If a politician sings like a nightingale, it means he considers you suitable game!
  Alla, cutting down the fascists, noted:
  - Voter hunting differs from forest hunting in that the hunter makes as much noise as possible!
  Maria, shooting at the enemy, shouted:
  - A politician, unlike a pickpocket, makes a lot of noise when stealing, but when robbing, he uses flattery!
  Matryona, shooting at the enemy, gurgled:
  - A politician is also a god in a certain sense, but it"s better not to believe in him!
  Marusya confirmed:
  - The politician loves to promise voters the Moon, but he forgets to add that there is no life there except sand!
  Alenka, cutting down her opponents, muttered:
  - Woe does not come from intelligence, but from a lack of practical savvy!
  Anyuta, shooting at the enemy, squeaked:
  - All the world's troubles are not caused by money, but by its lack in the required quantity!
  Alla, shooting at the enemy, said:
  - The tongue is given to a politician to hide his thoughts, but no amount of eloquence can hide his gray wretchedness!
  Maria remarked energetically, shooting at the Fritzes:
  - If iron goes into chains, there will be none left for swords, if silver spills into speeches, then there will be nothing to pay salaries with!
  Matryona, firing at the enemy, muttered:
  Does a politician have the gift of keeping promises? He does, but not with a gift!
  Marusya, shooting at the Nazis, noted:
  - An elephant creates a big pile of shit, and a fox politician creates an even bigger mountain of verbal diarrhea!
  Alenka wittily noted, crushing the Nazis:
  - The politician pours out abundantly the sweet honey of speeches, drowning voters in verbal diarrhea!
  Anyuta, shooting at the opponents, said:
  - A politician's sweet speech is like a honey stream, only you swim along it into the trash!
  Alla, shooting at the fascists, noted:
  - A politician can fulfill his promises only to make the voter believe in the impossible!
  Maria, firing very accurately, said:
  - There are many politicians in the elections, but there is no one to choose, some are stumps, some are logs, some are foxes, some are pigs, some are bears - out of frustration there is only one thing left to do - cry!
  Matryona fired at the fascists and remarked:
  - A politician who often yells should have his ears boxed!
  Marusya, a cut-off point for fascists, noted:
  - A politician, unlike a nightingale, never sings for nothing, and has the gift of a fox!
  Alenka chirped, baring her teeth:
  - A politician wants to become an eagle, but the voter never has the rights of a bird!
  Anyuta cooed, shooting the Germans with a sniper rifle:
  - Why do you have the rights of a bird? Because you are a woodpecker in mind!
  Alla hissed with the aggression of a python:
  - The politician has many different songs, but they all have the same tune: choose me!
  Maria, cutting down the fascists, muttered:
  - A voter is like a gingerbread man: he runs away from a hare, a wolf, a bear, but the political fox still devours him!
  Matryona noted, cutting down the fascists:
  - A politician will count on the intelligence of a fly with sweet speeches, the trill of a nightingale, the wits of a woodpecker, but his swine essence is visible to the eye of a hawk!
  Marusya, fighting the fascists, adds with a grin:
  - A woman is also a good politician, and at least she gives a chance that she will fulfill her promise of fidelity and give pleasure!
  So the girls heroically defend the city and give great hope.
  CHAPTER No. 4.
  At the end of September and beginning of October, the fighting for Astrakhan was still ongoing, and the Nazis were advancing south along the Caspian Sea coast. The Nazi advance was inexorable... In the south, the Nazis captured the town of Ordzhonikidze and began the assault on Grozny.
  In this city, too, Soviet soldiers fought heroically.
  The battalion of girls, led by Tamara, showed desperate determination and courage.
  Tamara fired a burst from her machine gun and threw grenades with her bare toes, saying:
  - Glory to our Motherland USSR!
  Anna, shooting accurately at the fascists and also throwing an explosive package with her bare heel, yelped:
  - Glory to heroism!
  Akulina, firing at the enemy, yelped:
  - For the Motherland and honor!
  Victoria, shooting at the Fritzes and throwing a grenade of deadly force with her bare toes, roared:
  - Let's crush the Wehrmacht with heroism!
  Olympiada, a healthy girl, fired a burst at the enemies, knocked out the Fritzes, and forgave:
  - In the holy war, our victory will be!
  Tamara, shooting at the Nazis and again throwing a grenade with her bare foot, noted:
  - A soldier must have the strength of an oak, but not an oak head!
  The girls were firing. There was a mass of rubble all around, the ruins were smoking. Explosion after explosion followed. Streams of smoke rose into the sky. Everything was burning.
  Destruction on a massive scale.
  The beautiful, barefoot blonde Anna, as she throws a grenade, tearing apart the fascists, then yelps:
  - In every oak tree there is a hollow, in every oak head there is a hole from which the brains flow out!
  Akulina, shooting at the enemy and throwing a grenade with her graceful, tanned, bare foot, squeaked:
  - If you are as smart as an oak, you will bend like an aspen!
  Victoria, this red-haired girl, also with bare, tanned, chiseled legs, squealed:
  - If you don"t have the cunning of a fox, you"ll be skinned alive!
  Olympiada, a healthy, tall, large, muscular blonde, fired a burst, threw a grenade with her bare foot and squeaked:
  - If you're as dumb as an oak, they'll fleece you!
  A boy crawled past them, flashing his black heels and throwing an explosive packet at the Nazis. Then he squeaked:
  - A young soldier is better than a decrepit general!
  Tamara fired another burst. She threw a grenade with her bare foot, a lethal force, and yelped:
  - For each new suit a politician buys, he fleeces the voters!
  Akulina, shooting at the enemies and grinning aggressively, growled:
  - If you're as smart as an oak tree, the hares will strip you bare!
  Anna, shooting at the enemy and throwing grenades with her bare foot, blowing up tanks, chirped:
  - A cunning fox will skin even a lion three times if he is a ram!
  Victoria, firing at the fascists and throwing up a deadly gift with her bare heel, said:
  - If you don"t want to become a fox, you"ll whine like a hungry dog!
  Olympiada mowed down the Fritzes. Then she threw a grenade with her bare foot and squealed:
  - A politician is a fox, he guts voters-chickens in daylight!
  The roar of the cannonade grows louder. The fearsome Sturmtigers are entering the fray. They're pounding away with rocket-propelled grenades. They're destroying entire buildings, crushing them one by one. And attack aircraft are circling in the sky. They're pounding Soviet positions with rockets. Dropping bombs. Now you can see the Panther-2, a more advanced machine than the Panther, with a powerful 88-millimeter cannon.
  The German vehicle has a narrower turret, smaller dimensions, and a squatter hull. This monster, if it's going to hit, it's going to hit. And most importantly, it's not too heavy, despite its more powerful 900-horsepower engine.
  Tamara threw a grenade at the Panther-2 with her bare foot and cooed:
  - If you become as dumb as a stump, you will be fleeced, not only by cunning foxes, but also by cowardly hares!
  Anna, firing at the fascists and mowing down her opponents, throwing grenades with her bare feet, said:
  - Even an eagle can be made to look like a wet chicken by a cunning fox!
  Akulina, cutting down the enemies and piercing them through with precise shots, said:
  - A man dreaming of the role of a lion often becomes a donkey ploughed by a fox!
  Victoria, cutting down her opponents with bursts and throwing something deadly with her bare feet, yelped:
  - A man has the ambitions of a lion, the stubbornness of a donkey, the clumsiness of a bear, the grace of an elephant, but a fox is always able to lasso him!
  Olympiada fired a burst at her opponent, mowing him down like a lawnmower, and growled:
  - A red fox, a bloody-looking politician!
  The battle grew increasingly intense. The Nazis pounded the city with gas launchers, which were more powerful than the Katyusha rockets. It was very difficult to resist the Nazis. But the battalion of barefoot, half-naked girls fought with colossal enthusiasm. And the girls hardly died; the men suffered more.
  Tamara, firing at the fascists and throwing grenades with her bare toes, yelped:
  - A woman wins over strong men by playing on their weaknesses, a politician convinces weak voters by clearly outplaying them!
  Anna, cutting down the enemies and mowing them down with bullets, and at the same time kicking in an explosive packet with her bare heel, said:
  - A woman is the most cunning politician, she doesn"t need to study to be a fox, but she needs to know how to put on shoes while remaining barefoot!
  Akulina, cutting down her opponents with precise bursts and using her bare toes, barked:
  - A woman also loves youth, but the green of a dollar is dearer to her than the green age of a patron!
  Victoria, that red-haired bitch, fired a deadly burst, knocked out the line and squealed:
  - The greenery of a girl's youth attracts the green bills of men fattened on dollars!
  Olympiada, shooting at the enemies and throwing another gift with her bare foot, yelped:
  - Don't chase the green dollar, trouble has green eyes too, and a crispy shell!
  The battle grows increasingly brutal. Deadly shells fly, exploding and shredding Soviet positions, overturning battery guns. More planes fly, and assault guns thunder. Clouds of dust rise into the sky.
  Tamara, while firing mercilessly at the fascists, came up with a gem, first throwing a grenade with her bare foot:
  - Believing in God, do not sink to the level of an animal: a person is not a submissive sheep, and not a stinking goat!
  Anna, fighting with the enemy and throwing gifts of death with her bare feet, noted:
  - Making money on people's faith is like pouring manure on gold; mistrust will grow!
  Akulina, destroying the Panther, aggressively whined:
  - If you believe in Sunday, don"t let it get to seven Fridays in a week!
  Victoria, firing very accurately at the fascists and aggressively mowing them down, noted:
  - Belief in the eternal fire of hell boils the milk of superstition, from which the froth is skimmed off by the scoundrels of religion!
  Olympiada, the female hero, cutting down the Nazis and throwing grenades of colossal destructive power with her bare feet, noted:
  - Only stumps and oaks, allowing themselves to be stripped bare, believe in the hellish fire of eternal flame!
  Tamara fired a captured bazooka, flashed her bare heels and chirped:
  - What glitters in the flames of eternal hellfire? The glitter of gold coins in the pockets of religious scoundrels!
  Anna, shooting at the enemy and cutting down the Nazis with colossal accuracy, said:
  - Crooks use God to line their pockets, and they are deceived not only by those with empty heads!
  Akulina fired a burst at the enemy. She tossed the grenade with her bare toes and squealed:
  - Religious scoundrels skin sheep and break goats' horns; they only care about profit, and faith is for hack work!
  Victoria threw a sawdust bomb with her bare heel, blew up the enemy and squealed:
  - An honest priest is like a vegetarian wolf, only faith is always honest, and its use is selfish!
  Olimpiada fired her machine gun at the enemy. She mowed him down and kicked a grenade cluster with her bare heel, flipping over a Lev tank. Then she yelled:
  - Any religion is a fairy tale, but the profits from this fantasy are truly fabulous in proportions!
  This is how the girls fight bravely in Grozny. And they demonstrate their valor to the highest degree.
  And the other girls defend Astrakhan with all their courage. And they also demonstrate the highest level of skill and fortitude.
  The girls fight very well.
  Alenka threw a grenade with her bare foot, tore the fascists apart, and cooed, baring her teeth:
  - Those who allow themselves to be told noodles will be forever hungry!
  Anyuta, mowing down the fascists with this, agreed:
  - You won't get enough of the bullshit!
  Alla fired a burst at the Nazis, threw a grenade with deadly force with her bare foot and yelped:
  - Noodles on the ears are a dish of the latest freshness that causes nausea!
  Maria wittily remarked, baring her teeth and throwing an explosive packet with her bare toes:
  - Whether God is this is unknown to anyone, but they constantly crucify man, as if he were the likeness of Christ!
  Marusya, while beating the Fritzes, went and barked, grinning aggressively:
  - Man strives to master God's power, but so far he only receives a crucifixion that is not divine!
  Matryona fired a burst, mowed down the fascists and said, winking aggressively at her friends:
  - With the heart a person strives for goodness, with the mind for profit, and with the stomach for gluttony, and in the end, with stumbling legs, they drag themselves into the pit!
  And in Astrakhan, fierce battles rumble. The city on the Volga is a key point of the Soviet defense. And here such furious battles rage. Like a bubbling kettle.
  And heavy, deadly aircraft rush in. The Ju-288 is a truly powerful machine. And it drops its bombs with colossal tenacity.
  Alenka squeals, firing a burst at the fascists and throwing a grenade with her bare foot:
  - If a person has the intelligence of a gorilla, he will work like a horse and eat like a dog!
  Anyuta launched a deadly gift of death with her bare foot, destroyed the fascists and yelped:
  - A man allows himself to be put under a yoke, but in order to plow, he must be hit with the whip of coercion!
  Alla threw a lemon with her bare heel and muttered:
  - The politician has a big pocket, but he is just an insignificant pickpocket!
  Maria, firing at her opponents, hissed:
  - A politician who promises voters the moon from the sky, upon coming to power, leaves behind a lunar landscape and a whine of hunger at the sun!
  Matryona, laughing deafeningly, remarked:
  - The devil in every politician urges him to take the place of the Almighty God, but the politician has very little talent!
  Marusya, shooting at the enemies and confidently mowing them down, noted:
  - Man strives to become omnipotent, but his moral progress does not make him better!
  The girls, as you can see, are extremely witty.
  And the war continues along its established path. Jet aircraft are being tested in the Third Reich. And this is also a rather serious argument in the dispute with the USSR.
  Hitler, of course, isn't very pleased. The war drags on, and Russia stubbornly resists, though it too is giving in. The battles rage like the crater of a volcano.
  Late October. Kalmykia is completely captured, and the Nazis are advancing through Dagestan.
  The Nazis' successes, though modest, are constant. The Black Sea Fleet is on the brink of destruction.
  The entire crew on the destroyer is made up of girls. A beautiful crew, to say the least. The girls wear striped shirts and run around barefoot, their round heels flashing.
  Alice, the destroyer commander, confidently orders an attack on the fascist cruiser. She launches a torpedo and remarks:
  - In war, as in a good theater, the next act is unpredictable, tears will definitely be shed!
  Andriana, her partner, commanded a whole brood of girls. They ran around, their bare, round heels flashing, squealing. They were aiming the mine launcher.
  Andriana roared:
  - I believe the whole world will wake up,
  There will be an end to fascism...
  And the sun will shine -
  Lighting the way for communism!
  Veronica, having fired a cannon at the Nazis, purred:
  - War is like a movie: the action is captivating, it's never boring, but, alas, it really does kill!
  A destroyer carrying barefoot, tanned, slender, and very beautiful girls jumps from side to side. It's tossed around like a feather.
  Alice, stamping her slender, bare feet, yelped:
  - If you are not easy-going, you will rest easy in war!
  Andriana, shooting accurately from the cannon, noted:
  - A girl who can fight is a knight!
  Alice corrected herself, firing:
  - No, she is a hero!
  And the warriors burst out laughing. And they stuck out their tongues. And the beauties' legs, so graceful, left traces of blood on the deck. Powerful girls.
  And naked, their heels are so round and graceful.
  Alice remembered being captured, and the Nazis stroking the sole of her foot with a thin, red-hot whip. There you are, almost naked, hanging on the rack. Your bare feet are clamped in stocks. And they tickle you with red-hot rods. And now a red iron is being cauterized onto a scarlet nipple.
  Alice was tortured and tormented for several days. But the girl managed to escape.
  She told the guard officer that she knew a place on the sea where a container of gold evacuated from Sevastopol had been dumped. The fascist fell for it.
  But Alice, despite all the torture, remained cheerful. They unchained her and, with her hands tied, placed her in a boat. And with her bare feet, slightly burned by the rack, she managed to pick up a pistol and shoot two fascists. Then she untied the ropes and swam away. She pulled it off skillfully. And earned the girls' respect.
  The Special Department tried to pick on her, but Alisa threatened to cause an accident and hang her from a tree. They chickened out.
  Alice is a very feisty girl...
  She even wittily concluded:
  - The executioner loves an axe as a weapon, but in battle he has an axe-like skill!
  Andriana agreed with this, slapping her chiseled feet:
  - You can still make soup with an axe, but what is written with a heroic pen cannot be cut out with an executioner's axe!
  Yuliana is a very beautiful girl. She's wearing only a thin strip of striped fabric over her chest and panties. But she's so wonderful and beautiful. All the girls on the destroyer have bare feet, and they're very seductive.
  When Germans are captured, they are forced to kiss the girls' round, bare feet. And the prisoners obediently do so. They lick the girls' feet and kiss them with great pleasure.
  Juliana sang:
  - We are not evil robbers,
  And we don't want to kill...
  But my bare heels ache,
  I want to punch everyone in the face!
  Girls, of course, are able to savor any success.
  Andriana stamped her bare heels and said:
  - Oh, new frontiers, don"t make me laugh!
  Alice agreed:
  - The possibilities are endless for those who don't set limits for themselves!
  Veronica slapped her bare feet, her bare heels clanked, and bared her teeth and said:
  - Even the strongest person cannot handle overwhelming ambitions!
  Andriana wittily remarked, baring her teeth and firing her cannon:
  - Man is far from God, because he is not far from the macaque in his imitation of nature!
  Veronica, crushing the streams of advancing Nazis with precise shots, muttered:
  - A politician is a god in his ambitions, a face in his methods, and an outright pig in his enjoyment of the results!
  Soviet girls are good fighters. But there are also German ones, of course, and they're also beauties in bikinis and barefoot.
  For example, Gerda is a rare fighter.
  She and her partners sat down on the newest Panther-2 tank.
  The girls shoot at Soviet troops and cry.
  We are evil she-wolves, it is not for us to retreat!
  And they wink their eyes...
  Gerda, using her bare toes, hit the Russian soldiers and squealed with pleasure:
  - He who is not a wolf in life is skinned three times, he who is not a fox in mind is gutted like a chicken!
  Charlotte also fired a precise shell, penetrating a Soviet tank, shattering its armor, and yelped:
  -The wolf is always hungry, man is always dissatisfied, and a politician cannot speak a word of truth!
  Christina, shooting very accurately at the enemy and hitting Russian tanks with a lethal shell, noted:
  - The fox has valuable fur, but the fox's assurances from politicians are worth nothing!
  Magda took the gun and aimed it at the enemy, fired with her bare toes and muttered:
  - There is more milk from a goat than from a politician who is a ram in mind!
  Gerda, continuing to shoot accurately at Soviet vehicles, noted:
  - Politicians are at odds with each other during elections, like between the plague and cholera, although politicians are much more contagious in their schizophrenia!
  Charlotte, having fired at the T-34 and blown off its turret, declared:
  - A politician has a wolf's nose for profit, but he himself is a pig ready to be gutted!
  Christina deftly launched the projectile with her bare toes and said:
  - A politician is a ram that strives for the lion's throne, and having reached the top, turns into a fox that guts the voters-chickens!
  Magda noted aggressively, sending a gift of death to the Soviet self-propelled gun with her bare toes:
  - They don't trust politicians, but they vote, they don't understand music, but they listen to it willingly, they don't eat noodles, but they listen to it willingly!
  And their Panther-2 is very active. And it fires shells very accurately.
  The German machine crushes all Soviet tanks very confidently.
  Gerda shoots and sings:
  - One, two, three - tear the councils apart!
  Charlotte fires very accurately, hitting her opponents and whistling:
  - We are the strongest in the world!
  Christina, firing with her bare toes, piercing the thirty-four, added:
  - We'll flush all our enemies down the toilet!
  Magda hit the enemy and blurted out:
  - The Fatherland does not believe in tears!
  Gerda squeaked:
  - And we'll give the evil oligarchs a good beating!
  Charlotte wittily remarked, hitting a Soviet howitzer with a shell:
  - Gold is only beautiful in appearance, but in reality, humanity has always suffered from this metal and become arrogant!
  Christina, shooting at the enemies, expressed herself wittily:
  - By exposing her breasts, it"s easier for a woman to rip three skins off a man!
  Magda, shooting at her opponents, made an original remark:
  - The bare feet of girls put men in galoshes!
  The girls on the tank are naturally graceful. And the female pilots are the coolest among the Fritzes.
  Albina and Alvina are the most feared aces in the universe. They've already reached five hundred aircraft shot down each. Only Marseille is ahead of them. He was awarded the Grand Cross of the Iron Cross for the Soviet Navy's five hundredth aircraft. But Albina and Alvina started fighting much later, and so they'll soon overtake Marseille.
  Albina and Alvina received the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with golden oak leaves, swords and diamonds for the five hundredth aircraft.
  And now they are fighting with red pilots.
  Albina presses the buttons with her bare toes, shoots down five Soviet planes at once and squeals:
  - If a man's mind is a boot, then he will always end up in a galosh!
  Alvina, firing at Russian planes and shooting them down with her bare toes, noted:
  - A woman's foot, exposed at the right time, will put you in the galosh of any boot!
  Albina, firing very accurately at the Soviet vehicles, responded wittily, baring her teeth:
  - A man who often looks at bare female legs is in trouble!
  And both girls, having knocked down a couple more Yaks, squealed:
  - A bare woman's foot fits well under the heel and fits perfectly into the galosh!
  The warriors can be seen here at a great height.
  But if there are magnificent German pilots, then there will also be wonderful Soviet Komsomol girls.
  Who fight with great force and also successfully drive back the hordes of the Third Reich.
  Anastasia Vedmakova took it upon herself to knock down the German with her bare toes and squealed:
  - A man is ready to turn himself inside out just to rip a girl's shoes off!
  Akulina Orlova, while shooting at the Nazis, wittily noted:
  - You can turn any boot inside out with a bare woman's heel!
  Anastasia also hit the Fritzes and squealed:
  - A woman's bare foot will turn any man inside out, even if he is the last boot!
  Akulina Orlova, shot down a Focke-Wulf and hissed, baring her beautiful teeth;
  - If you want to turn a man inside out, take off your shoes; if you want to put him in a galosh, expose your heel!
  And the girls sang in chorus:
  War rages in the universe,
  To destroy, to kill without reason...
  Satan has broken loose from his chains -
  And death came with him!
  
  And who will stop the flow,
  Bloody and furious rivers...
  A laser beam will hit your temple,
  And in a flash the man disappeared!
  
  And such chaos,
  Flooded the universe...
  The sad lot of humanity,
  Endure pain, suffering!
  The girls may be partly right. War isn't happiness. But at the same time, it's also fun.
  Two aspiring German pilots, Eva and Gertrud, fight in attack variants of the Focke-Wulf. They attack Soviet ground targets from the air.
  Eva, firing and releasing a rocket, notes:
  - Why is childhood barefoot? Because a woman's bare foot makes men lose their heads, as if they were boys!
  Gertrude fired the rocket, pressing her bare heel on the pedal and smashing a Soviet army bunker, and squeaked:
  - The desire to see a naked woman makes a man turn inside out!
  Eva hit the T-34 again, breaking through the turrets and wittily remarked:
  - To undress a woman, you first need to put her shoes on properly!
  Gertrude struck her opponent with the bare, round heel of her graceful foot and remarked:
  - Having undressed at the right time, a businesswoman will skin a man alive!
  Eva fired a rocket at the Soviet bunkers and said:
  - A woman who undresses in time will not become a tramp and will completely cheat a man!
  Gertrude, having hit the Soviet troops with lethal force, confirmed:
  - A barefoot woman will put a boot on a man, put him in a galosh, turn him inside out and make him the last tramp!
  Here, of course, the girls' logic is that you can't argue with it. And the girls fight barefoot and in bikinis.
  And they love handsome young men, and generally those who are simply super.
  And if they start singing, they will kill a hundred men!
  These are girls, worthy on both sides and very beautiful, so that men really turn inside out!
  CHAPTER No. 5.
  The city of Grozny, completely surrounded by Nazi troops, fell in early November 1943. The battalion with the girls broke out of the encirclement and retreated to Shali.
  There were mountains here, rugged terrain, and holding the line became easier. German tanks were quite heavy, especially the Maus, and fighting them in the mountains was quite difficult. The T-3 tank had already been taken out of production, but a modernized T-4 was still in production. Although it was obsolete, it could still fight against the T-34-76. And fight well. Its gun was even more powerful and had a higher muzzle velocity than the T-34's.
  Tamara and the girls fought in Shali. The girls tried to hold on to this very large mountain village-a veritable city.
  The beauties fought very courageously.
  Tamara threw a grenade with her bare foot, fired a burst and cooed:
  - For the Motherland USSR!
  Anna opened fire on the Nazis. A lighter T-4 tried to climb the slope. The girl, throwing a grenade with her bare foot, knocked out the Nazi tank and squealed:
  - For our mother Fatherland!
  Akulina, firing at the Fritzes and with her bare heel, handed over the deadly foil-wrapped one, and yelped:
  - The Motherland is always holy!
  Veronica, shooting at the enemy and throwing lemons with her bare toes, said:
  - For Russia of giants!
  Olympiada, this giant woman, also threw a grenade at the Nazis with her bare toes and squealed:
  - For communism!
  Tamara, firing accurately at the Nazis and cutting them down like shavings from a tree, said:
  - The more oak trees in the army, the stronger our defense!
  Anna noted, baring her teeth and shooting at the fascists with colossal accuracy and fury:
  - I will destroy you all.
  The "Lion" tank, a large vehicle with a long-barreled gun. It has a brand-new 105-millimeter cannon with a barrel length of 100 EL. And it turns out to be a very long gun. And that trunk sticks out with lethal force.
  Akulina fires a bazooka at the fascists and screams:
  - Glory to the era of communism!
  Victoria also fires and roars:
  - Glory to the heroes of Russia!
  Olympiada confirms this by shooting at the Nazis and throwing a grenade with her bare toes:
  - Greatest glory!
  The girls are phenomenal, and quite charming, it must be said. And their coolness is colossal.
  Tamara, shooting at the enemy and baring her teeth, says:
  - For Russia and freedom until the end!
  Anna, firing at the enemy, aggressively says, throwing a grenade with her bare toes:
  - Let's make our hearts beat in unison!
  And winks at his partners.
  Akulina also fires a burst, mows down her opponents, and roars:
  - For my victories through the roof!
  Akulina Petrovskaya is no ordinary girl. She's been through a lot. She was caught stealing and was arrested. She also spent time in a juvenile correctional facility. But she survived. She walked barefoot through snowdrifts, but she only grew healthier and stronger.
  Victoria fights with frenzied fury. She fires a burst at the enemy. The Fritzes fall, knocked down. Then, with her bare toes, she hurls a grenade. The motorcycle flips over.
  The girl cooed:
  - For the mighty frontiers!
  Olympiada fights with a savage fury. Her blows are powerful and devastating. She is truly a monster girl. And she batters her opponents like this. She actively exterminates the fascists. She doesn't give them the slightest chance.
  The Olympics roars at the top of its lungs:
  - Glory to space communism!
  Tamara, shooting at the fascists, roars:
  - Glory to Lenin's communism!
  Anna fires at her enemies and squeals:
  - For the USSR!
  Akulina mows down her enemies and growls, squealing:
  - For the highest level of aerobatics!
  Victoria, shooting at the fascists, yelped:
  - For the most phenomenal victories!
  The Olympics, crushing Hitler's tank, muttered:
  - For communism of the USSR!
  Tamara is also firing. She's quite accurate, slicing through her opponents with precise bursts. She mows down like a scythe and squeals:
  - Glory to the times of communism!
  Anna, shooting at the fascists and cutting them down with precise swings of her scythe, exclaims:
  - Great glory to the heroes!
  And she throws grenades with her bare toes. Now that's a woman.
  Akulina, cutting down the Fritzes, roars aggressively:
  - For communism!
  And his muscular body twitches.
  Victoria also beats up the fascists. And with her bare toes, she throws deadly gifts at her opponents and squeals:
  - For the greatness of the world!
  Olympiada also fires at the enemies. She knocks them out like a club, and roars:
  - Glory to great communism!
  And with his bare toes he throws a grenade with deadly force, tearing apart his enemies.
  So the five took on the enemies and started mowing them down, and started exterminating them, and grinding them down.
  The Germans were stopped and bogged down. Things became difficult, and they were squabbling.
  Here are the gas projectors firing, and acting aggressively. And destroying Soviet positions.
  The Sturmtiger also fires from a distance at the enemy, the Red Army.
  The German girls aim the "Bear" self-propelled howling gun and how they fire it at the enemy. And they really, really hit them. And the shell, weighing one and a half hundred kilograms, tears apart Soviet trenches and bunkers.
  Warrior Frida roars:
  - For our greatest Third Reich!
  And winks at his partners. After which the barefoot fascist girls fire again.
  And it flies, roaring and destructive. And when it hits, a whole funnel of earth boiling with heat forms.
  The Germans are really getting the better of the Soviet troops. One of the very first TA-152 aircraft is flying overhead. A multirole aircraft, similar to the Focke-Wulf, but more advanced, faster, more maneuverable, with powerful armament and armor. It can be used as both a fighter and a ground attack aircraft.
  For Soviet troops, the vehicle could, frankly speaking, become a big problem.
  Helga flies a TA-152 and attacks a pair of Soviet tanks trying to approach Shali. She fires accurately. She pierces the roof of the first T-34's turret and roars:
  - I am a fighting beauty!
  And then he attacks the second car, which is trying to accelerate. But shifting gears isn't that easy.
  The TA-152 penetrates this victim with its 37mm cannon.
  Helga responded by singing:
  - It carried me away, carried me away somewhere, carried me away!
  And she winked to herself... There's a Yak-9 trying to attack her. The German girl easily shoots it down with a tap of her bare foot on the trigger and confidently winks, saying:
  - I'm really super!
  Helga, it seems, is a woman of great aplomb. And she conducts bloody experiments on her enemies.
  And if it hits, it will be so bad that no one will feel the pain.
  Helga shoots at Soviet vehicles and squeals:
  - Why, it"s impossible to live according to one"s mind!
  And she hits the steering wheel with her bare heels. Now that's a girl for girls, a girl for girls.
  And if he starts roaring...
  Albina and Alvina in the sky are also very active and combative warriors.
  And the girls, crashing Russian planes, think that life is good and that life is good.
  And with their bare toes they aim aircraft cannons at their targets. Soviet aircraft won't survive. And the girls beat them like that. They don't give them the slightest chance.
  Yes, there were fighting girls,
  Yes, they say some more...
  They attacked Russia boldly,
  Literally Satan!
  Albina is a warrior of the battle order and roars at the top of her lungs:
  - I"ll be great, I"ll be me! Super champion!
  And with his bare heel he will slam down on the keyboard and tear his opponents into tiny pieces.
  Alvina, shooting at her opponents, roars at the top of her lungs:
  - And who will we find in the forest,
  And who will we find in the forest...
  We won't joke about that,
  We'll tear you to pieces!
  We'll tear you to pieces!
  And with her bare heel, she'll grab the enemy into a deadly embrace. Now that's a girl-the coolest girl of all!
  A warrior of the most combative hackwork. And as warlike and aggressive as a panther.
  And the big German cats are on the attack. They're storming Astrakhan. And destroying large numbers of Soviet soldiers' homes.
  And they die, but they don't surrender. These are the kinds of stubborn battles that rage.
  Gerda, of course, is at the forefront of the attack and ready to fight. So she shoots, just like a female Robin Hood in a bikini. And she's a total badass.
  And if she also sticks a scarlet nipple in the guy"s mouth.
  Her "Panther"-2 is working. Incidentally, the girls mounted a slightly different tank modification with a 75mm 100 EL cannon. It's more penetrating and fires faster. And it carries more ammo than the 88mm cannon.
  Gerda shoots using her bare toes and squeals:
  - One, two, three... Tear it apart with napalm!
  Charlotte also fired after her and yelped:
  - Four, eight, five - let's play quickly!
  Christina fired, penetrating a Soviet tank, and chirped:
  - We will boldly go into battle for the power of the Nazis...
  Magda fired with her bare feet and chirped aggressively:
  - And we will kill them all - all the communists!
  The girls act with extreme and insane aggression. And their Panther-2 overturns a Soviet howitzer with a precise shot.
  The girls giggle and sing:
  - Glory to our world...
  And Elizaveta, in her T-34, launches a wild attack. She presses the trigger with her bare heel. And knocks down the enemy, screeching:
  - Let there be communism!
  With her bare toes, Catherine sends a lethal projectile through the enemy and squeals at the top of her lungs:
  - For a great Russia!
  Elena fired at the fascists. The shell hit the Panther's forehead and ricocheted.
  The girl barked:
  - We will have communism!
  Euphrasiya also slashed at the enemy with her bare toes. She penetrated the T-4 and yelped:
  - Glory to communism!
  These are such fighting girls. And the way they shoot, the shells fly beautifully, and the T-34 itself is moving. And try hitting something on the move with a machine like that. It's extremely difficult.
  But the girls get caught, and they fight in bikinis and barefoot. The warriors are beautiful and wonderful.
  And if they do hit, it'll be a real pain in the ass. And they're firing shells with wild fury.
  Elizabeth, using her bare toes to shoot at the enemy and knock down enemies, chirped:
  - Glory to the ideas of communism! Glory to our Fatherland!
  Ekaterina also fired, using her bare toes, hitting the Fritzes and squealing:
  - For the Fatherland and victory to the end!
  Elena, shooting at her opponents, responded aggressively, baring her pearly teeth and winking with her sapphire eyes:
  - Glory to our space communism!
  Euphrasia, shooting at the enemy, hitting him with colossal, phenomenal accuracy, said:
  - For the Motherland and Stalin - hurray!
  The girls are clearly dashing and can do anything...
  Now it is December 1943.
  Alenka and her team are also fighting in Astrakhan and are still holding out. The heroine is the one doing the fighting.
  Alenka fires a burst, mows down a line of Nazis, then throws a gift of death with her bare toes and roars:
  - A man is similar to a gibbon, only, unfortunately, more often in intellect than in potency!
  Anyuta, firing at the enemy and cutting down the enemies, kicked the explosive packet with her bare heel and squealed:
  - A man has the stubbornness of a donkey, the ambitions of a lion, but in reality he is a goat!
  Alla, firing accurately at the Fritzes, squeaked:
  - A man for a woman is like a cesspool for a cow, you can"t do without him, but it"s disgusting to approach him!
  Maria, firing at the fascists, wittily replied:
  - What do a man and a toilet in a women's restroom have in common? Women only bleat at men!
  Marusya, cutting down the Nazis and throwing grenades with her bare toes, yelped:
  - A woman is a cunning fox who is capable of devouring any lion like a rabbit!
  Matryona, mowing down the fascists and knocking down the mercenaries with her bare toes, muttered:
  - A woman needs a man as a whipping boy, if she doesn"t beat a man, there will be no life!
  Alenka, firing at the Fritzes, yelped:
  - A woman needs men like a pig needs horns, but a fur coat given by men is precious!
  And the barefoot team of girls burst into laughter, baring their teeth and throwing grenades with their bare toes.
  The warrior girls are brave. Fighting is their element, fighting is their element!
  It looks like they're not going to give up Astrakhan. The girls here are truly fierce.
  The Third Reich's military forces are colossal. The new tank divisions are so powerful. Tank production is increasing. There are no bombings, and there is the ability to supply labor from the Italian, French, Belgian, and Dutch African possessions.
  And also from Africa to extract oil, tungsten, and many elements, including uranium.
  In other words, new tanks are being churned out. In particular, the appearance of the Panther-2, better protected and more heavily armed, with a more powerful engine, has had a significant impact on the course of the war.
  Tanks and aircraft are becoming more numerous. Work on the Ju-488 is already nearing completion. It's the Third Reich's first mass-produced aircraft with four engines. It's extremely powerful and fast. Its unique feature is its relatively small wing area, allowing the bomber to fly at speeds of 700 kilometers per hour. This means Soviet fighters will definitely not be able to catch it.
  So the USSR is facing a new problem. The Red Army's strength is truly depleted. Schoolchildren are being put to work at the machine tools. Teenagers as young as fourteen are already fighting, practically officially. Boys, of course, are quick and generally good fighters. At a young age, it's even easier to hide and climb a tree. And they master military skills faster. Teenagers fight just as well as adults, but they're harder to hit. And psychologically, shooting children is more difficult.
  The Germans have quite a few female snipers, and it would be awkward and embarrassing for any female to shoot fighters who are too young...
  In the USSR, conscription began as early as fourteen years old. Pensioners were also drafted. Women were increasingly joining the armed forces. Tank and air force units, as well as snipers, were especially eager to recruit women. Women make good snipers. And since they're typically shorter than men, they're more comfortable fighting in tanks and aircraft. Teenagers often fought in tanks, too. It's worth noting that boys and women have more sensitive skin, and their planes and tanks are less likely to be hit than those of adult men. Teenagers also excel as snipers. A boy can squeeze through a tighter gap, camouflage himself, or climb a tree. Fighters under fourteen are also becoming common in the army.
  War, after all, consumes human resources. And the territory under Soviet control is shrinking. And they still have to fight off Japan's numerous infantry. And the samurai have some pretty good tanks, especially self-propelled guns. They also introduced a medium tank, comparable in power to the T-34, and even stronger in frontal armor.
  So it's dangerous to underestimate Japan. And to fight it, we need soldiers.
  Stalin was growing nervous and increasingly enraged. On December 25, 1943, an order was issued that the family members of those who surrendered would be shot, including children twelve years old and older, while younger children would be sent to labor colonies.
  Blocking detachments were used more and more frequently. They executed more frequently and resorted to torture.
  Stalin was becoming simply unbearable. Beria was the first to try to negotiate a separate peace with the Nazis. But Hitler didn't want peace. He wanted to completely conquer the USSR. Especially while the Allies were beyond his control and reach.
  Jet aircraft were being developed in the Third Reich, primarily the ME-262, but this fighter needed more reliable engines to avoid crashing too often.
  The Arado bomber and the Ju-287 project also seemed promising.
  The newest TA-152 performed well in practice, as a multi-role aircraft and quite fast. Overall, the German military was still superior in the air. Moreover, due to aluminum shortages, Soviet Yaks and Laggies were heavier and less maneuverable than their benchmark aircraft. Thus, the quality of Soviet aviation fell to a critical level. The ME-309, with its powerful armament, even taking into account its maneuverability issues, coped well with Soviet aircraft, displacing the ME-109. The TA-152 was supposed to replace the Focke-Wulf.
  So the Germans are more or less playing hockey... But work was being done on the technology.
  For example, the Lev-2 promised to be the first tank to feature this new layout. By placing the transmission and engine in a single unit at the front of the tank and shifting the turret to the rear, the Germans saved on the cadar shaft and reduced the vehicle's height. As a result, the Lev-2 was much lighter, and therefore faster.
  Due to wartime difficulties, heavy tank production in the USSR almost ceased, and almost all production was standardized on the T-34-76. Therefore, the Nazis no longer intended to make the side armor too thick when designing a new main battle tank. The Lev could have been kept to a weight of fifty-five tons, with a 1,200-horsepower engine. However, the Lev-2 tank's weight could have been further reduced by downsizing its gun. The previous caliber had clearly become excessive. Moreover, the T-34s had poor armor, and even the obsolete German 37-mm gun was already penetrating them.
  Stalin was clearly freaking out... He was ranting and raving... But he couldn't do anything about it...
  On New Year's Day, the Germans launched an assault on the still unoccupied part of Astrakhan in the Volga Delta. The presence of numerous river obstacles, difficult terrain, and the proximity of the Caspian Sea allowed the Red Army to prolong Astrakhan's defense and hold it even better than Stalingrad. Moreover, the Soviet girls demonstrated unparalleled heroism.
  In the Caucasus, especially in winter, advancing through the mountains is extremely difficult. However, the Germans advanced along the more convenient Caspian Sea coast. Makhachkala became the line of defense where Soviet troops, gathering all their strength, attempted to stop the Nazis.
  But there was a shortage of ammunition, which was only delivered by sea...
  Tamara fought desperately with her barefoot battalion of girls.
  The warriors fought stubbornly and showed unparalleled heroism and the greatest courage.
  And they fought almost naked in winter and frost.
  Tamara threw a grenade with her bare foot and fired a burst, mowing down the opponents and squealed:
  - For the USSR!
  Anna also threw a grenade with her bare toes and squealed:
  - For communism!
  Akulina fired a well-aimed burst, knocked out the enemies and yelped:
  - For the greatness of Russia!
  Victoria struck the enemy, began to mow down the enemy, cutting off his beard like a razor, and muttered:
  - The USSR will stand!
  Olympiada, firing at the enemy and throwing an explosive packet with her bare toes, yelped:
  - For the Fatherland and victory to the end!
  That's how girls fight. They act desperately and with colossal determination.
  Tamara, while shooting, noted:
  - The devil won't take them, and then we will!
  The fighting here is brutal and at the same time constructive....
  Anastasia Vedmakova is fighting in the sky... Her face even twists with rage, and she squeals:
  - Long live the era of communism!
  And with his bare toes he points an aircraft cannon at the target and shoots down enemy planes, after which he squeals:
  - For your work success!
  Akulina Orlova, knocking down her opponents, confidently roars, baring her teeth:
  - For such great communism, all over the planet!
  The pilot screams:
  - Even children know us!
  And with his bare toes he aims an aircraft cannon at the target, and destroys the enemy, and squeals:
  - In the name of the era of communism!
  Let's face it, this girl is a terminator and a searing flame. No volcano can compare to her.
  Akulina Orlova sang:
  - For several days now, I have been dreaming about faith in God, I am so lazy, I don"t want to pray!
  And she winked aggressively at the beauties.
  This is some fighting here...
  The girls' planes are outdated. And that's a major drawback. They're also heavy and not very maneuverable...
  One of the boys who fought was shot down and didn't have time to bail out. And that, of course, was a colossal feat.
  The girls are fighting in the air and are cheerful...
  Albina and Alvina fight in good ME-309 fighters and, of course, actively collect scores.
  The girls are very proud of their achievements...
  Albina shot down a Soviet plane with the help of her graceful, bare foot and squealed:
  - For our eagles!
  Alvina mowed down three Russian vehicles with one burst and yelped:
  - For our falcons!
  The girls took on the task with gusto... And they also love torturing Russian soldiers.
  A boy pilot of about fourteen was captured. And they fried his beautiful, round, childish heels. And then they started pouring ice water over him naked... Then boiling water, and then ice water again.
  These are the fighting beauties...
  Albina sang:
  -For our fangs, claws, teeth, fists!
  Alvina screamed at the top of her lungs:
  - They really want a good fight!
  And the girls continued to perform miracles with their bare toes and shoot down Soviet planes.
  However, the Russian pilots responded to them too. Alisa and Angela had just transferred to the Yak-9. And they started thrashing the Germans and singing while doing so;
  You are the embodiment of a valiant country,
  Comrade Lenin and Comrade Stalin...
  In the USSR all people are truly equal,
  And fists made of cast iron and steel!
  
  Lenin is not afraid of the beast Adolf,
  Now Vladimir is the leader, Comrade Stalin...
  We hit the Fritzes right in the eye,
  All the Nazis were torn apart at once!
  
  Russia is my homeland,
  Great, boundless Fatherland...
  All nations are one family,
  We will soon live under communism!
  
  Let's make our country stronger,
  Let Russia quickly turn green...
  We'll hit the fascist in the forehead more accurately,
  And our power, believe me, does not turn to stone!
  
  And Jesus as a leader is quite great,
  He is our Lord, and the White God of the Universe...
  And the Fuhrer will be beaten very badly,
  After all, our daring has become unchanged!
  
  Yes, for the sake of our holy Motherland,
  We will fight the Fritz with all our might...
  A girl runs barefoot through the snow,
  She wants to fight in furious anger!
  
  Yes, Stalin has now become the Soviet leader,
  So great, so brave, so skillful...
  Don't touch Russia, enemy of communism,
  Although the power of Lucifer is with you!
  
  We can get Hitler, believe me,
  Even though he is endowed with demonic power...
  One Hitler is a predatory beast,
  Although, to be honest, the Fritzes are not idiots!
  
  In short, we fighters will enter Berlin,
  Lenin, aka Stalin, will be with us there...
  We'll easily tear apart the fascists like puppies,
  And believe me, our strength will not diminish!
  CHAPTER No. 6.
  The year 1944 dawned... Despite the extremely difficult situation at the front, the USSR was working on developing new equipment. In particular, great hopes were pinned on the IS-2 tank and its powerful armament. The 122-millimeter gun could have been a powerful argument in the war against the Nazis. Hopes were also pinned on the T-34-85, with its more powerful gun and larger turret, but the same hull and chassis.
  The situation with aircraft was worse. The Yak-3 couldn't go into production due to a shortage of high-quality duralumin, and the LaGG-7's new engine meant production couldn't be launched without a decline.
  So Stalin decided that for now, the Yak-9 and LaGG-5 would remain the primary Soviet fighters, while the IL-2, which was easy to produce and durable, would serve as the primary ground attack aircraft. As for tanks, he would gradually transition to the T-34-85 and IS-2.
  Although, so that there is no decline in production...
  The front was bursting at the seams, the Germans were capturing the Caucasus. Makhachkala had fallen, and they were already approaching the borders of Azerbaijan!
  Here Tamara fought with her women's battalion. Once again, the girls, in tattered tunics and barefoot, fought against superior enemy forces.
  Tamara fired a burst at the fascists, mowing down some of the enemy. Then, with her bare toes, she hurled a lethal grenade and chirped:
  - Glory to the USSR!
  Anna shot at the Nazis with great accuracy. And with her bare toes, she threw lethal grenades, tearing the enemy apart.
  After which she yelled:
  - Glory to communism!
  Akulina, firing at the enemy, cut down the Nazi infantry. She cut down the Fritzes by throwing a grenade with her bare feet and squealed:
  - For our great mother Russia!
  Victoria, shooting at the enemy and throwing grenades at him with her bare foot, noted:
  - For the great Motherland!
  Olympiada, also firing from a machine gun, yelped:
  - Glory to the times of great communism!
  The girls are great fighters...
  They fight like beauties should...
  Tamara, fighting, recalled the beginning of the war. How she had been forced to flee from the German troops. She heard the booming booms of gunfire. The girl was fleeing from the cannonade. Her friend Tatyana was captured by the Germans, who took her new shoes and ripped off her jewelry and earrings. And then they drove her barefoot into captivity... Tatyana was the daughter of the regional party committee secretary, and she rarely had to go barefoot. It was a humiliation of pride, walking barefoot like a commoner, and it hurt her tender soles. The girl's feet were raw and bleeding, groaning with every step.
  Tamara was also wearing the new boots she'd been given, and the long walk had left her heels sore. She took them off and went barefoot. She was a girl from a village that had served in Ukraine. Her feet had walked on mountain slopes as a child. And that, of course, was nothing compared to the roads on the plains. True, the calluses on her soles had already disappeared, making walking less comfortable. But her feet quickly hardened again. And she suffered little.
  But Tatyana's legs soon became so bruised that she could no longer walk. The Germans would have shot her, but they took pity on the beauty. They put her in a cart, but in exchange, they forced her to sing. Tatyana had a pleasant voice, and she sang them several politically neutral songs.
  Tamara didn't know what happened next. She walked through the forest, feeling the bumps, twigs, and lumps under her bare feet, and she even found it pleasant. When you walk over sharp mountain rocks, even your calloused soles become prickly and painful after a long walk. And walking on thorns is even more unpleasant. When those pierce your soles, it hurts even more, even for a girl's rough soles.
  Tamara was overcome by fatigue and hunger during the hike. She ate berries, but it wasn't enough. Meanwhile, the Germans were rapidly advancing. Accustomed to mountain life, Tamara didn't have a good sense of direction in the Ukrainian forests. She got lost and found herself deep in the rear.
  And so, like a cornered cat in the forest, the girl caught the Germans on a motorcycle. They stopped the car with the sidecar to get some water. And Tamara got to her machine gun and started firing at the enemy. She cut down hesitantly, but accurately. And the fascists fell and writhe in agony. Tamara finished them off. She kicked one in the chin with her bare heel, and he fell. And the girl finished him off.
  After which the beauty climbed onto the motorcycle, pressed the pedal with her bare foot, and took off.
  It's much more fun to move around this way than on foot and barefoot.
  Tamara hummed as she walked:
  - It's a joy, brothers, a joy, a joy to live! With our ataman, there's no need to worry!
  This is how the fighting queen emerged.
  And now she's fighting the fascists like a Komsomol Terminator. But the odds are stacked against her, and the battalion of girls is forced to retreat. The fighting here is boiling like water in a giant kettle over a volcano.
  Anna, shooting and throwing a grenade of deadly force with her bare toes, noted:
  - In war, all means are good, except suicidal ones!
  Akulina, firing at the enemy and knocking down the Nazis, noted:
  - We will be first in everything!
  And the girl's bare heel gave way to the gift of destruction.
  Victoria, firing at the fascists and cutting down the enemies with automatic fire, yelped:
  - There will be no mercy for the enemies!
  And she winked at her partners.
  Olympiada threw a heavy bunch of grenades with her bare, chiseled feet and squeaked:
  - For the greatness of the most humane court in the world and communism!
  The warriors here are truly glorious, and as if from the space age.
  They fight with colossal ferocity.
  But the Nazis continued to advance across the Caucasus. In February 1944, the Germans and Turks joined forces, cutting the Soviet forces into two unequal parts.
  The Führer demanded the USSR be finished off. Astrakhan was still holding out. The Nazis, as always, were in fighting shape... The first ME-262s were fighting in the air. It should be noted that they didn't cause a sensation. At high speed, 30mm aircraft cannons are not very effective at hitting targets. This should be taken seriously. The ME-262 also has some problems due to its heavy weight, particularly with maneuverability.
  The TA-152, a more successful aircraft, was beloved by pilots and became a workhorse. Indeed, it served as a frontline bomber, fighter, and attack aircraft. There were even suggestions to completely convert the German air force to this aircraft. Its advantages include survivability and speed, as well as powerful armament suitable for both attack and fighter roles.
  The ME-309, which is being modernized, is also increasingly being used. The ME-109 is also still in service, but it's not being retired to avoid cutting production. A new modification, the ME-109 "K," has even appeared, featuring a more powerful engine and armed with five cannons. You won't easily defeat such a machine.
  The ME-309 also received a more powerful engine and swept wings. It's a very dangerous machine. Soviet pilots are still flying old aircraft, and their performance is only declining. However, the Yak-9 isn't all that bad, quite maneuverable, and doesn't need excessive speed.
  The German forces are strong... There's been some debate about the T-34-85 tank. Should the turret armor be thicker? After all, that would increase the weight. It's also worth noting that the quality of Soviet armor has declined. There's a shortage of alloying elements, and the quality of welding and casting has fallen to critical levels.
  But the girls fight like heroines...
  Then Elizabeth's tank is destroyed and the girls leave. Barefoot and in bikinis, they run through the snow, leaving graceful footprints.
  Ekaterina noted with an angry look:
  - We are being thoroughly strangled!
  Elena noted with anger:
  - But we will still win!
  Elizabeth fired her pistol, hitting the German motorcyclist, and muttered:
  - I hit the German! He'll get what he deserves from me!
  Euphrasia noted energetically:
  - That's where they end their lives, and there's no escape!
  Ekaterina was an aggressive girl and sang:
  - In our fury, we sing the hymns of the empire!
  The girls run along, and their bare round heels flash.
  The boy, seeing the girls, asked them in fear:
  - And where did you come from, barefoot?
  Elizabeth replied:
  - We are executing a tactical maneuver!
  The boy chirped:
  - One, two - grief is not a problem,
  You should never retreat!
  Keep your nose and tail up high,
  Know that a true friend is always with you!
  Ekaterina chirped, baring her teeth:
  - Know that your true friend is always with you!
  Elena shouted:
  - Don't be afraid! We'll be back...
  And all four girls screamed in chorus;
  I believe the whole world will wake up,
  There will be an end to fascism...
  And the Sun will shine -
  Light the way for communism!
  These warriors are ready to tear any German to pieces... And barefoot in the snow, they are so sexy and beautiful. How beautiful these girls are, like blooming and unfading roses.
  Well, Hitler isn't joking, and he's swirling around our Motherland like clouds. He's sinking his teeth into our very heart and drinking our blood!
  And the girls leave behind beautiful footprints. The Germans follow these tracks and fall to their knees, watching greedily. Such are they, these wild warriors. And the Germans kiss the girls' footprints.
  And Anastasia Vedmakova and Akulina Orlova are battling in the sky. Two wonderful girls.
  Anastasia, shooting down the fascists and turning her plane around using her bare toes, sang:
  - We will fight for a bright tomorrow!
  Akulina, cutting off the Nazis' tails with her bare toes, chirped:
  - Let's kiss!
  And the girls are once again thrashing the Germans without any mercy or ceremony. That's how smart they are.
  Anastasia turned her Yak-9 around again and, squeaking, yelped:
  - This is the name of communism!
  Akulina agreed with this:
  - I believe the whole world will wake up...
  Anastasia, knocking down the Germans, muttered:
  - Our homeland is our sun!
  And these are the fighting girls here, the highest Soviet class.
  And the Germans are getting hit hard, really hard. And the military action is escalating...
  In March, the Nazis began their assault on Baku. The offensive against the large, oil-rich city was underway. Fierce fighting ensued.
  The Germans are shelling Baku using heavy artillery.
  And they bomb with attack aircraft. But the bombs are also dropped by the first, newest Ju-488s, which are distinguished by their colossal power. These machines are simply beasts.
  One of them shows Gertrude, Eva, and Frida. The beautiful girls, with an excellent view, rain bombs down on Soviet positions, killing Red Army soldiers and civilians.
  Baku is burning... Columns of smoke rise into the air. The oil wells are burning, everything is ablaze.
  Gertrude says with a grin:
  - God loves Germany!
  Eva, pressing the lever with her bare heel and dropping the bombs, agrees:
  - Of course! We are the chosen race!
  Frida sang aggressively:
  - Our people are the chosen ones of heaven!
  And she winked at her partners. These girls are so feisty, the very embodiment of aggression. And fighting spirit.
  Gertrude fired a burst from her aircraft cannons and chirped:
  - For the greatness of our Fatherland!
  Eva, shooting at the opponents, confirmed:
  - For colossal greatness!
  The girls clearly mastered the planes quickly. That's what they're all about.
  And you can't beat them so easily at cards. And they thrash their enemies with wild frenzy.
  Frida noted:
  - I am a woman of great dreams and beauty!
  After which she fired again from aircraft cannons, shooting down Soviet fighters that were trying to attack the German monster.
  Yes, it feels like you won"t be able to stand up to the Nazis.
  Baku is under attack.
  Tamara and her battalion are fighting for this city. The girls are fighting desperately and displaying unparalleled heroism.
  Tamara fired a burst, threw a grenade with her bare toes, scattering the Germans and their mercenaries, and squealed:
  - For my boundless Fatherland!
  And she winked at her companions. She is a warrior of the highest caliber, unmatched.
  Although, of course, the other girls are not bad either. In fact, they fight very well, let's say.
  Anna, for example, took the fascists and laid them out as if with a sickle blow.
  And she chirped:
  - For the USSR!
  And with her bare heel she delivered the murderous gift of death.
  Akulina, firing at the enemy, squeaked:
  - For my Motherland!
  And with bare toes, he will launch gifts of annihilation, exterminating everyone in a row.
  Victoria fights her enemies with desperation and determination. She knocks out her opponents with bursts of fire. Then, with her bare toes, she hurls lethal grenades. And she screams:
  - For the ideas of communism!
  Olympiada fights too. And this powerful girl will hurl a whole crate of explosives with her bare, muscular legs. And the "Lion" tank will flip over.
  The warrior will exclaim:
  - But pasaran!
  These girls are fierce and very beautiful. They never give in or yield. They have the strength of Terminators.
  And the forces are very uneven... Baku is engulfed in flames. The Soviet troops are short of ammunition. And this is the main problem.
  Many surrender in despair.
  Gerda and her crew force the male slaves to kiss their bare soles. They obediently do so and lick their heels.
  Then the girls climb back into the Panther-2 and fire. They knock out the Soviet guns...
  Almost the entire Caucasus has already been captured. But Yerevan still holds out. The city of Poti, the last port where the remnants of the Black Sea Fleet still hold out, is fighting heroically.
  And there, girls of different nationalities fight. And the barefoot Gulnazi's squad fights. A beautiful Georgian woman, and in her, a girl's team.
  Gulnazi throws a bag of explosives with her bare foot, tears apart the Nazis and squeals:
  - Glory to the greatness of world communism!
  Tamila, her partner, also throws a grenade with her bare foot, tearing apart the Turks and squeals:
  - For the Motherland!
  Mashka, a girl from Russia, fires a burst and throws explosive power with her bare toes, and tears apart the fascists, shouting:
  - Glory to the times of world communism!
  Margarita also fired a well-aimed burst. She mowed down the fascists and sent a gift of murderous death with her bare heel, crushing her opponents and screaming:
  - For our victory!
  This is how the girls fight heroically. And they truly cannot be stopped, nor can they be turned back. They are simply female fighters and super. And when they fight, they fight like heroes and superhumans!
  But, alas, it's difficult to hold out against the fascists and their superior forces. Albina and Alvina are racking up a steady score in the skies. And they're shooting down so many planes that they're clearly unstoppable.
  Albina, shooting down another Soviet plane with her bare toes, sang:
  - We cannot be defeated, the hunter will turn into the game!
  Alvina, cutting off her opponents and vigorously shaking her head on her powerful neck, chirped:
  - Glory to the era of the new Aryan order!
  And he also kicks with his bare heel...
  The girls had already shot down more than five hundred aircraft each and received the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with golden oak leaves, swords and diamonds.
  These are simply incredible beauties. And if they're striking at the enemies of the Third Reich, there's no stopping these devils. They shot down over five hundred aircraft at Marseille alone. This phenomenon is certainly at its finest. Hitler even decided to establish a sixth class of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with platinum oak leaves, swords, and diamonds.
  It will be awarded to the first person to reach the 1,000-aircraft kill mark. And that would be a phenomenal achievement.
  Albina mowed down five Soviet planes with a single burst from a 30mm aircraft cannon and, pressing the triggers with her bare toes, cooed:
  - Glory to our onslaught!
  Alvina, mowing down Soviet vehicles and cutting down enemies with her bare toes, yelped:
  - Great glory to heroism!
  And the warriors winked at each other!
  They fight, as always, in bikinis and barefoot, and that's their strength. The girls are simply female supermen. Even though they serve an evil cause. And they love to fry the heels of captured pioneers with fire. That's what the girls are like here. Cruel, but cute.
  Albina once said:
  - There is no kindness in the world, there is only weakness!
  And with a bare heel, a couple of bombs dropped on Soviet positions, disabling three guns.
  These are warriors who show no mercy whatsoever! But their blows are simply devastating.
  Alvina noted with a grin:
  - There is no place for the weak under the sun!
  And she winked at her partner.
  Warriors who show no weakness and never give up. They are truly champions of champions. Although with a negative sign, since they serve an evil force.
  But at the same time they are cheerful and charming.
  Albina, baring her teeth and sending deadly air shells at her enemies, chirped:
  - The Nazi word is sacred - we will crush it forever!
  Alvina noted aggressively, knocking down her opponents:
  - We really are pirates!
  Albina, cutting down the enemies, confirmed:
  - Everything else is a dream!
  And the warriors became so devastating and knocking everyone down, as if they were hitting pucks with sticks.
  Alvina chirped, crushing the Russian planes:
  - We are Hitler's fighting eagles!
  And she winked at her partners.
  The warriors here are really tearing the enemies' guts out. The Red Army is getting a real beating from them.
  The fighting girls are so zealous in driving out Russian troops.
  And here's Helga in a TA-152, crushing Soviet ground forces. She knocks out a SPG-85 and screams:
  - For the greatness of Germany and its sons and daughters!
  But the fighting for Astrakhan still continues.
  The girls are holding on with all their might.
  Alenka throws a bomb with her bare foot. It tears apart the fascists and screams:
  - For sacred communism!
  Anyuta, firing at the Nazis and also throwing a grenade with her bare toes, squeals:
  - And for the salvation of the country!
  Alla, knocking down her opponents and mowing them down without further ado, and throwing a grenade with her bare heel, squeaked:
  - This is where our glory sounds!
  Maria, destroying her enemies, throwing gifts of death with her bare toes, roars:
  - We are great in our glory!
  Marusya, mowing down the advancing Arab mercenaries in ranks and throwing a grenade with her bare foot, howls:
  - For changes, so that prices fall at once!
  Matryona, shooting down the Nazis with a machine gun, squealed:
  - Our Motherland, the USSR! It will be crushed, sir!
  The warriors here act with great aggression. And their fighting spirit is colossal.
  Overall, they demonstrate their colossal aerobatics and truly unstoppable momentum.
  The warriors are barefoot, but happy...
  In April, the Nazis finally captured Baku. A shortage of ammunition took its toll. Poti also fell almost simultaneously. Only Yerevan, perched on the mountain slopes, held out. But it, too, was doomed. Ammunition and food supplies were running low there. The Turks hadn't yet stormed the city, and they were left to starve it out.
  The girls from Tamara's battalion partially disappeared among the underground fighters, and some, together with the commander, moved through the rear to the front... They wanted to break through to their own.
  The Caucasus has almost been completely captured, but the war continues. Although the USSR has lost its largest oil field at the time, the Red Army's spirit remains unbroken. And there is still oil in the Volga region, Siberia, and many other places.
  Hitler ordered the Russians to be finished off in Astrakhan by April 20. And the fighting unfolded on a colossal scale. And the bombings intensified sharply.
  The USSR found itself under intense pressure. Fighting also raged for Alma-Ata, which the Japanese were storming. The city was almost completely surrounded.
  The samurai, as soon as it got a little warmer, tried to develop an offensive in the direction of Magadan.
  Veronica fought in Alma-Ata and fought off the onslaught of samurai together with her battalion of girls.
  And there are a lot of them here. The Chinese, recruited through avalanche methods, are also fighting.
  The Japanese throw yellow soldiers into battle... They advance and literally shower the Soviet positions with their corpses.
  Veronica fires. She mows down Chinese and samurai in ranks. She throws grenades with her bare toes and squeals:
  - Glory to the Russian spirit!
  Marfa also fires, cutting down her opponents and squeals:
  - For our Fatherland!
  Natasha, shooting at the Japanese and Chinese soldiers recruited to serve as cannon fodder, squeals:
  - For Great Communism!
  Alina, shooting at the samurai and Chinese fighters, mowing them down with great passion, and giving the gift of death with her bare heel, squealed:
  - To the new frontiers of communism!
  Veronica shoots at the enemy with great accuracy, and pierces the Chinese heads, and at the same time squeals:
  - Glory to the Soviet land!
  And with her bare foot she sends out a colossal pomegranate that tears apart all enemies.
  Marfa, cutting down the enemy and throwing the gift of death with her bare fingers, squeals:
  - Let the era of communism rule!
  Natasha, having torn open the explosive packet with her bare foot and thrown a mass of Chinese, yelped:
  - For the new Soviet order!
  Alina, firing very accurately at the enemy, squeaked:
  - We will fight for the new frontiers of communism!
  And her bare heel dropped a bomb of destruction.
  These fighting girls seem to have sparks coming out of their eyes.
  No, the Japanese won't conquer such a thing, even with Chinese forces. And the samurai rush to the assault.
  And once again, they litter all approaches with corpses. But there are too many of them, and the battalion of barefoot beauties is forced to retreat.
  The Japanese have female ninjas. And they're very difficult to fight against.
  They're so sparkling, feisty, and beautiful. And with their bare toes, they throw gifts of great destructive power.
  A blue-haired ninja girl cuts down Soviet soldiers with swords and screams:
  - For the era of the emperor's reign!
  A yellow-haired ninja girl performs a windmill, crushes Russian soldiers, and squeals:
  - Glory to the era of banzai!
  A red-haired ninja girl used a helicopter move, cut down a Soviet officer, and barked:
  - We always win!
  A white-haired ninja girl used the butterfly technique, cut down three Russian soldiers, and threw a pea with her bare toes. It exploded and overturned a T-34.
  The warrior squeaked:
  - For a new Japanese order!
  These girls here are wonderful and really cool... And the Red Army in the Far East met a serious enemy.
  But in the center, Soviet troops launched a surprise attack in the direction of Rzhev.
  Here, Elizaveta's crew fights for the first time in the new IS-2 tank, a vehicle that some hopes are pinned on. It usually has a five-person crew, but here the warriors manage with just four.
  Elizabeth fires her 122mm cannon. A devastating shell flies, describing an arc and striking a T-4 tank from a distance.
  Elizabeth exclaims:
  - Now that was a good hit!
  Ekaterina responds by charging, using her bare toes, and remarks with annoyance:
  - But the gun isn't very fast-firing!
  Elizabeth agreed with this:
  - Not an ideal tank destroyer at all!
  Elena, who helped load the gun with her bare feet, noted:
  - But it's killer!
  And then Catherine fired. And the shell struck the Panther's side from a great distance. What a lethal gun...
  Ekaterina noted:
  - We have a lot of energy and excitement!
  Elena agreed with this:
  - Quite a lot! Glory to Russia!
  Euphrasia also noted:
  - This car's visibility is poor, girls. How do you shoot from it?
  Elena logically noted:
  - We have such a keen eye! If we're going to hit, we're going to hit!
  And the warriors sang in chorus:
  - We will not be afraid and will always fight!
  CHAPTER No. 7.
  On April 21, Astrakhan was still partially under Soviet control. The Germans failed to capture it completely.
  The terrain here made for a good defense. So the Germans decided to change tactics. Instead of attacks, they switched to bombing and shelling.
  Alenka and her team hid in a bunker and waited out the massive shelling.
  There were six girls, playing cards. They held the decks with their bare toes and chatted.
  Anyuta noted angrily:
  "Only Yerevan remains untaken in the Caucasus. This is our last island in this region. What will happen next?"
  Alenka logically assumed:
  - They'll most likely march on Moscow. That's their credo!
  Alla remarked with a sigh:
  - The forces are very unequal... We are really losing the war, and we don"t have enough soldiers!
  Maria logically noted:
  - And the fascists are suffering losses! They can't stand against us!
  Matryona expressed her opinion, throwing a card with her bare toes:
  - We were born to win, and we will certainly win, I know it!
  Marusya agreed, fending off her rival with her bare toes:
  - Of course, there is no doubt!
  Alenka wasn't so optimistic, throwing the card with her bare, tanned leg:
  - Perhaps we girls will have to live under occupation, but I believe that we will undoubtedly win!
  Anyuta stated decisively:
  - You can fight using guerrilla methods, and it will be very beautiful, when we fought with such people, it was very cool!
  Alla noted aggressively:
  - We must fight more actively!
  The girls let the conversation trail off. Then they changed the subject.
  Marusya noted with annoyance:
  - The number of believers is growing. Defying all logic!
  Anyuta objected to this:
  - No one has yet proven that God doesn't exist. And no one can prove otherwise. So we can argue about this endlessly.
  Alenka confirmed:
  - And arguing here is stupid and useless!
  Alla agreed with this:
  - This conversation is pointless. Moreover, if God exists, then He is such that it would be better for Him not to exist!
  Matryona giggled and noted:
  - It would be better for such a God not to exist! In the meantime, let's sing!
  And the girls began to sing in chorus;
  We girls, joining the Komsomol,
  They swore an oath of faith to be the Fatherland...
  So that a furious defeat awaits the fascists,
  Well, Russia will live under communism!
  
  After all, Lenin is with us, like metal,
  Made of bronze, who is stronger than any steel...
  I dreamed so much of turning the world upside down,
  As the great genius Stalin bequeathed!
  
  We will make the Fatherland cooler,
  And we will raise our Fatherland higher than the stars...
  Let there be success with the Komsomol members,
  At least our feet are completely bare!
  
  The fascist attacked my homeland,
  Samurai are brazenly creeping in from the east...
  I love Jesus and Stalin,
  And I believe we will tear the enemy to pieces!
  
  After all, the famous God Svarog is with us,
  Which communism, jokingly, will build...
  The glorious Rod is the strongest of all in the universe,
  Will add to consciousness and will!
  
  We, I believe, will never give up,
  The Fatherland cannot be brought to its knees...
  Comrade Stalin is a bright star,
  And our teacher is the wise genius Lenin!
  
  We will make our Fatherland,
  The most beautiful and radiant on the planet...
  And it will be, know the lethal gun,
  Let adults and children have fun!
  
  Burn Svarog, don"t burn in your heart,
  You are the patron of all swords in Russia...
  We will build soon, I believe, a powerful paradise,
  Jesus will come holy mission!
  
  Don't trust Hitler's gang, friends,
  That she will win easily and formidably...
  We all need to be one family -
  And believe me, it"s not too late to love your homeland!
  
  May the Lord Almighty protect us all,
  Raise the tricolor flag above the earth...
  And the evil predator will turn into game,
  We can cope with Satan too!
  
  I love the Great Fatherland,
  There is no one more beautiful than you in the whole universe,
  We will not sell Russia for a ruble,
  Let's build peace and happiness in the universe!
  
  In the name of our Motherland, a dream,
  Great Russia will rise...
  Everything else is just vanity,
  And a new messiah will be with us!
  
  O my almighty Lada,
  You will give love and peace to the Russian people...
  I turn to you so pleadingly,
  And if necessary, you will strike with lightning!
  
  Mary Mother of God of Heaven,
  The Universe gave Jesus...
  For your sake the great God has risen,
  People haven't lost their true taste!
  
  Note that the Komsomol members are like this,
  The gods of Russia are highly respected...
  We are the great sons of the Motherland,
  The Russians always win!
  
  We must pray to our Motherland, friends,
  Perun, Yarilo, and Svarog are mighty...
  We will be very strong husbands,
  And we will disperse even the clouds in the sky!
  
  The enemy has already been driven back from Moscow,
  You hurt the fascists very much...
  We are faithful to Jesus and Stalin,
  There will be enough tanks with guns!
  
  No, the enemy will not be able to curb the Russians,
  Because our warriors are all-powerful...
  Passing exams with only A's,
  So that every boy would be very strong!
  
  Believe me, Stalingrad will be glorious,
  And we will hold him back from the onslaught...
  The victorious alignment of the knights will come,
  Even though the blood flows in an uncontrollable stream!
  
  Girls barefoot in the frost,
  They run, their heels flashing...
  And they will hit the fascists with their fists,
  The unsociable Cain will be flattened!
  
  Everything will be alright, people, know this well,
  We are in space, we will discover constellations...
  After all, it is a sin to doubt valor,
  And there will be a man on God's throne!
  
  Science will soon resurrect the dead,
  We will be able to become younger and more beautiful...
  Above us is a golden-winged cherub,
  To my beautiful mother Russia!
  The girls sang a whole poem well and continued playing cards barefoot...
  April 22nd was Lenin's birthday. The girls drank alcohol diluted with water and coffee and hummed to themselves...
  The Red Army was conducting its latest Rzhev-Sychevka Operation in the center. The Germans were on the defensive, fighting back. The new Soviet T-34-85 and IS-2 tanks fought. The latter often got stuck in the mud. Moreover, the Tiger-2 and heavier IS-2 tanks couldn't be penetrated from the front. The Panther-2 could also only be penetrated at close range.
  The German vehicle penetrated the Soviet one from a greater distance.
  Hitler was generally pleased with the Panther II, which was adequately protected and had decent performance and armament. But he demanded a tank with better protection and still decent handling...
  In this case, the Maus proved ineffective. The E-100 was actively developed as part of the E series. The engine and transmission were to be combined, and the turret would be narrower and more sloped, like the hull. Armor thickness remained comparable to the Maus, as did armament, but the weight was to be reduced to 130 tons due to the height. The engine, on the other hand, would have been more powerful, producing 1,500 horsepower, and the tank would have had satisfactory maneuverability.
  In general, the "E" series was supposed to be a new generation of tanks, with lower silhouettes, greater, more efficient hull depression angles, powerful guns and engines, and a tightly packed layout.
  However, the Germans already had some decent vehicles. The Panther-2 was displacing the previous model. The new Tiger-2 also appeared, with a more powerful engine, a narrower turret, better protection, and lighter weight.
  So the fascists did not sit still.
  On April 24, 1944, the first German jet bomber, the Arado, struck Moscow with a death blow. It dropped its bomb from a high altitude and easily outran Soviet fighters.
  Hitler declared that the USSR now had no chance and that the end of the Red Army would soon come.
  On April 25, a new assault on Astrakhan began. The first earthmoving machine, the underground tank, also took part in the battle.
  Two German women, Mercedes and Dora, were fighting in it. The warriors were testing out an underground model that moved through the ground.
  So far it"s quite light, with a short-barreled 75mm cannon and four machine guns.
  The girls are pulling the machine along the ground. The drills are spinning, cutting through the rock. The movement is quite slow, seven kilometers per hour, which is not bad for machinery underground.
  Mercedes presses her bare toes on the German army's first joystick. It's very comfortable to operate and says:
  - Look how successful our German science has been!
  Dora agreed with this:
  - Yes, we can do a lot already! Our power is quite great!
  And it's also controlled with a joystick. The girls are testing out a special radar-equipped car.
  There is a Soviet battery ahead and you can dive under it.
  Mercedes, baring her teeth, remarks:
  - We will build a new order!
  And then a Nazi vehicle emerges. A high-explosive fragmentation shell hits the Soviet guns and kills Red Army soldiers.
  Dora says with a chuckle:
  - Let the great revanchism be celebrated!
  And with her bare toes she fires precise shots. She hits the enemy and squeaks:
  - Glory to the new dream!
  Mercedes fires from machine guns and howls as she says:
  - For an era of great dreams!
  The girls laugh and applaud themselves. That's how aggressive and agile these warriors are.
  Dona remarks aggressively:
  - There is a lot of good in the world!
  And with his bare toes he presses the buttons and shoots again, at the Soviet artillerymen.
  Mercedes confirms with a smile:
  - And it will be even more beautiful!
  And she also shoots with her bare toes. That's how these fighting girls fire.
  Well, what else is there for war...
  The Nazi pressure on Astrakhan is growing...
  All approaches were cut off... And on May 1, 1944, Soviet troops were forced to surrender, ending their long, heroic defense of the city. This stronghold, too, fell.
  The Nazis celebrated the fall of Astrakhan with a salute. But the defense wasn't in vain. And the Nazis needed some time to replenish their troops and bring up reserves...
  The Fuhrer planned to advance in the direction of Saratov and further along the Volga with a deep bypass of Moscow.
  But while the Germans were regrouping and bringing up reserves, the fighting raged in the air.
  The German air force was attempting to consolidate its superiority. Combat trials of the ME-262 revealed the aircraft's unreliability, frequent crashes, and maneuverability issues. So, for now, there were no plans to completely replace German units with this aircraft. The TA-152, on the other hand, proved to be a superb aircraft for its time and was increasingly being adopted. The ME-309 and ME-109 remained in service.
  The ME-163 jet-powered missile fighter proved to be a good fighter for combat, but its short flight time made it almost impossible to use it in combat.
  The Arado jet bomber proved more successful; its high speed made it nearly impossible to shoot down with anti-aircraft guns, and Soviet fighters were unable to catch it. Jet reconnaissance aircraft were also quite capable. The Germans were also developing other aircraft. For example, the HE-162, a fighter lighter than the ME-262, easy to produce, cheap, and maneuverable enough to be made primarily of wood. And other fighters. The ME-1010 and TA-183... And a more advanced and reliable modification of the ME-262 X. And the tailless Gotha fighters, and much more.
  However, even German propeller-driven fighters were far superior to Soviet aircraft, which were declining in quality and weak in both engines and armament. Furthermore, the Yak-9 was further simplified, now equipped with only a single 20-mm cannon, eliminating the machine gun. This reduced production costs and simplified production, and reduced weight.
  Machine guns were still weak against German aircraft. The USSR couldn't yet produce more advanced aircraft and match the Nazis in speed and armament. The heavier aircraft created maneuverability issues.
  And the lack of fuel reduced the flight training of the aircraft.
  Alvina and Albina, having mastered the ME-309's powerful armament and decent speed, were reluctant to board the ME-262, which had crashed too often. And they were already faster than the Russians.
  Alvina, cutting off the Soviet car, noted:
  - Fighting in the sky is interesting!
  Albina, using her bare feet to guide the fighter to its target and destroy it, agreed:
  - Yes, we are essentially the strongest in the world!
  And the girls burst out laughing like crazy.
  May was relatively calm. The Red Army was still trying to cut off the Rzhev salient.
  Elizaveta fired an IS-2 at the enemy... The Soviet vehicle only had decent protection on the upper front of the hull. The turret's front is insufficiently protected, and can be penetrated even at close range by the T-4's guns. However, the last tank was finally discontinued in May, along with the Panther and the regular Lev and Maus. Now, the Patera-2 and Tiger-2 are in production, as standardized as possible and with similar armament.
  These vehicles are well-protected frontally, but weakly on the sides, and are significantly heavier. Their performance with new engines is acceptable for military use. But these tanks are also temporary... The Panther-3 and Tiger-3 from the "E" series are being developed to replace them. These tanks feature a more compact layout, with the engine and transmission mounted transversely in a single block, and a lightweight, simplified, yet capable and easily repairable chassis.
  The new vehicles must be better protected, but without increasing their weight, at least noticeably.
  Regarding armament, there's no consensus. Soviet tanks have thin armor and low quality. And there's no point in installing high-caliber weapons. The 88mm gun is perfectly adequate for the military. It can take out T-34s from four kilometers away, and the IS-2 from a little closer. So, development is underway...
  The USSR needs a response to this. But what it will be is still unclear... There are plans to create the SU-100. This self-propelled gun is simply effective, and has penetrating power. Some hopes are pinned on it, to combat the growing number of heavy tanks of the Third Reich. But it still needs to be developed, as well as ammunition for such a monster, and mass production of the gun must be established, which is not entirely feasible in wartime conditions.
  But here's Elizaveta's tank crew fighting in a T-34-85. And the girls, barefoot and in bikinis, fight bravely.
  Elizabeth shoots at the Nazis with her bare toes and pierces the side of the Panther, saying:
  - For great communism!
  And their T-34 jumps up and quickly turns around, firing.
  Ekaterina, too, shoots at the enemy with great accuracy. An obsolete T-4 tank pierces its side and screams:
  - Glory to the knights of the USSR!
  And winks at her friends again. Such a feisty girl she turned out to be.
  Elena also fires at the enemy. She hits him quite accurately, in this case, destroying a Tiger-2 roller, and roars at the top of her lungs:
  - For Holy Rus'!
  Euphrasiya fires accurately at the enemy. She fires a precise shot into the enemy's side, piercing the metal and screaming:
  - For holy communism!
  And the girls confidently turn their tank and dodge shells. It's not easy to defeat the girls.
  Now, the newest and most formidable Lev-2 has appeared against them. Try to penetrate such a tank, and it will try to hit a T-34.
  And it shoots from a distance.
  Elizabeth chirped in response:
  - You're lying, you won't catch me!
  And he fires a shell at the Lev-2 tank from a long distance. It hits it in the forehead.
  The Nazi snaps back.
  Then Catherine shoots again, using her bare toes at the enemy, and this time the projectile, describing an arc, hits the fascist right in the long barrel of the gun.
  Catherine cooed:
  - A keen eye, crooked hands, that's not about us!
  The German, having lost his gun, quickly turned around and fled. The Lev-2 is the first German tank in which the transmission and engine are located in a single block at the front, with the gearbox mounted on the engine itself.
  This allowed it to lower its altitude and reduce its weight, significantly increasing its speed. And so, Lev-2 was able to escape and had a chance to break the distance...
  Elena used her bare toes to aim the gun, lift it, and fire at the enemy. The shell struck the "Lion"'s stern but ricocheted off.
  Elena growled:
  - Damn, the distance is too far. We won't get him like that!
  Catherine gurgled, baring her teeth:
  "Lev," girls, it's "Lev," how insulting! Soon, friends, I know you'll be very embarrassed!
  And their tank hit the T-3, this tank just turned its side, and it can be hit from a long distance.
  And the girl shot with her bare toes and cooed:
  - Glory to the era of communism on earth!
  Euphrasia noted with annoyance, firing at the enemy and using her bare heels:
  - Our Motherland is strong, it protects the world!
  Elizabeth chirped, baring her teeth, and began to sing, composing a whole poem on the fly:
  Satan will not defeat us
  My homeland is the most beautiful in the world,
  The beautiful country will be famous....
  Both adults and children will be happy in it!
  
  Let the lilies of the valley bloom profusely in it,
  And the cherubs play a decent hymn...
  The Fuhrer will come to an end,
  Russians are invincible in battle!
  
  The Komsomol girls are running barefoot,
  They stomp on the snow with their bare heels...
  Hitler, you're only cool in appearance,
  I'll run you over with a tank!
  
  Will we be able to defeat the Nazis?
  As always, we girls are barefoot...
  Our most formidable knight is the bear,
  He'll kill everyone with a machine gun!
  
  No, we girls are already really cool,
  We literally tear apart all enemies...
  Our claws, teeth, fists...
  We will build a place in a wonderful paradise!
  
  I believe there will be great communism,
  The country is blooming in it, believe the Soviets...
  And the sorrowful Nazism will disappear,
  I believe that the exploits will be sung about!
  
  I believe the land will bloom violently,
  From victory to victory again...
  Defeat the Japanese, Nikolai,
  The samurai will answer for his meanness!
  
  We will not let ourselves be swayed,
  Let's crush our enemies with one blow...
  Let the hunter turn into the game,
  It was not in vain that we crushed the Wehrmacht!
  
  
  Believe me, it is not in our interests to give up,
  Russians have always known how to fight...
  We sharpened our bayonets with steel,
  The Fuhrer will become the image of a clown!
  
  This is what my homeland is like,
  The Russian accordion plays in it...
  All nations are a friendly family,
  Abel triumphs, not Cain!
  
  Soon it will be in the glory of the USSR,
  Even though our enemy is cruel and treacherous...
  We will show an example of valor,
  The Russian spirit will be glorified in battles!
  CHAPTER No. 8.
  May 1944 flew by quickly... Albina and Alvina were collecting bills on planes.
  They are girls who fly as if on the wings of cherubs.
  Albina shoots down a Russian plane with her bare toes and squeals:
  - For the Third Reich!
  Alvina, also barefoot and in a bikini, shoots down a Soviet plane, splits it into pieces and screams:
  - For Aryan communism!
  After which the girls, using a 37-mm cannon, began shooting at Soviet tanks.
  They shoot down a T-34 and squeal:
  - We are so cool!
  Albina presses the pedal with her bare, round heel and chirps:
  - Let communism be glorified!
  And it breaks through the Soviet machine.
  Alvina also shoots accurately at the enemy, knocks him down and squeals, baring her teeth:
  - Ours, however, is in the fist!
  Such witty girls... And they destroy Soviet regiments... For example, they came across an IS-2. So they attacked it from the air, and pounded it with an aircraft cannon. They pierced the metal and set the tank on fire. And detonated the ammunition.
  Albina chirped at the top of her lungs:
  - This girl loves to kill! What a girl!
  Alvina hissed, baring her pearly teeth:
  - Glory to our Fatherland! For communism!
  The girls have taken up the totalitarian extermination of their opponents.
  And the Red Army was confidently defeated.
  And Gerda fought with the crew of her "Panther"-2 and was engaged in total destruction.
  The girl aimed the gun with her bare toes. She shot down a T-34 and roared:
  - For the greatness of communism in the Aryan way!
  Charlotte also fired her bare toes at the Soviet tank, breaking the armor and yelped:
  - For great success in the world!
  Kristina also struck without much ceremony. And she did it so perfectly, piercing the Soviet T-34 with her bare heel and yelped:
  - For great frontiers!
  Magda also took turns releasing the projectile and cooed:
  - For the new Aryan order!
  After which the girls took and sang in chorus:
  "We're all skinheads, freedom fans, fighting for a new order! Soon the peoples will become Aryan, we fight with fire and sword!"
  The warriors, it must be said, turned out to be quite combative. And when they do bring down an enemy, they do so completely.
  The Soviet Union is under attack from superior forces. Japan is pressing from the east.
  Two Japanese pilots, Toshiba and Toyota, attack Soviet positions from the air.
  Both Japanese women are very beautiful, barefoot and in bikinis.
  Toshiba makes an approach from the air, pierces the roof of a Soviet tank and roars:
  - I am a monster from Japanese hell!
  Toyota, pressing the pedal with his bare toes and cutting down the enemy, squeals:
  - For the greatness of Japan's ideas!
  These girls are so magnificent. And they crush their enemies quite actively.
  The USSR was truly losing to the samurai. And it's clear why. How could anyone resist such fanaticism and technology?
  The Japanese girls are breaking through in light but agile tanks and are giving the Red Army a real beating.
  Tank units are no joke.
  Toshiba dropped bombs from the air on Soviet positions, and a pair of cannons flew up and chirped:
  - For great communism!
  After which he bursts out laughing...
  Toyota noted in flight:
  "The Russians have strange gods. They worship a man crucified on a cross and consider him God. It's even kind of funny!"
  Toshiba giggled in response, noting:
  - And we ourselves will soon become gods and continue the evolution of our Divinity!
  And the girls will laugh very willingly.
  Toyota noted with a chuckle:
  - In unity is our strength!
  Toshiba aggressively confirmed this:
  - Our strength, our fist!
  And again from the sky they will rain down a stream of air shells on the enemy, piercing the T-34s.
  These girls are real fighters, and they talk like crazy. Japan will eat us all up and burn us all.
  And when they torture a pioneer, it becomes extremely aggressive.
  Especially if you're frying a boy's heels. That's a truly super-effective action...
  And the girls scream at the top of their lungs...
  Soviet women also fight bravely and bring down their enemies. They also act with preemption and ramming.
  Anastasia Vedmakova and Akulina Orlova are very active beauties in the sky.
  And they shoot down the Nazis, even though they have more powerful planes.
  Anastasia presses the triggers with her bare toes and sings:
  - It's not bad to be strong, what can I say!
  Akulina presses the trigger with her bare heel and confirms:
  - We will beat the fascists very hard!
  And both girls sang:
  - Hit hard, hard, very hard! Hit hard, hard, very hard!
  After which the warriors began to read winged aphorisms that galloped like horses, or more precisely, young stallions;
  Politicians often bully in order to put a yoke on voters!
  The politician, strutting, crushes voters like chickens!
  A politician dreams of riding in on a white horse to put a collar on the voter!
  The fox has small fangs, and when it wants to swallow, it hides them!
  A politician who talks a lot about humanity is a typical cannibal!
  Even a bear can be lulled to sleep with words as sweet as honey!
  For an alcoholic, bitter vodka is sweeter than honey!
  A tailor will lie and not blush, a politician will "blush" and lie!
  A woman takes off her shoes and puts them on a man, down to the level of a tramp!
  If you want to get closer to God, cut down on your greed!
  Even in the apparent indifference of the Almighty there is love - after all, children first and foremost want to escape from the care of their parents!
  God delays punishing evil in order to give the sinner a chance!
  Talent and hard work, like husband and wife, only create success together!
  Even honey is bitter if you drown in it!
  Deception is like wine: it"s sickening and sweet, and it"s hard to stop!
  Love is like a shrapnel shell - it breaks the heart, shakes the brain, turns out pockets, comes out sideways!
  Man is equal to God in some ways - the Almighty created the universe, and man gave birth to stupidity: both are infinite!
  He who builds success on blood will meet the fate of a stabbed pig. To be eaten by his own comrades-a sad result of anger!
  Sometimes the best way to maintain your reputation is a noose around your neck! At least it won't let you fall!
  You can't lie under a bear for long - he'll crush you!
  Sometimes a wife is like a mammoth instead of a blanket!
  A writer who strives to reap banknotes will not sow anything good or eternal!
  A country without law is like a body without a skeleton! To keep it from becoming ossified, elections are needed!
  If you want to create a masterpiece, forget about the fee!
  The most skillful deception is when you don"t lie, but no one believes you!
  Of course, defeat promises great troubles, but this is only a reflection of future victory!
  In battle, valor and good intelligence bring victory.
  To hit, you first need to see where!
  The scout is the forger of victory!
  Any fool can cripple, but not every smart person can cure!
  Too many brutal executioners - too few treating doctors!
  Some are doctors, others are executioners!
  Without pain there is no valor - without valor there is no victory!
  The ideas of communism are the height of idiocy: if hot heads and cold hearts undertake their implementation!
  Communism is light, but it burns those who have become too cajoled!
  If you lack patience, singing helps!
  People are like iron - before it cools down, give it the desired shape!
  If you want to become popular, use force more often!
  Ratings are like hellish grass - they grow when you water them with tears and blood!
  People are like weeds - the more you trample them, the higher they grow!
  Unity is the key to victory!
  Discipline is the instrument of victory! Reason plays on it!
  Unity, courage, and selflessness are the keys to victory, freedom, and happiness! Without discipline, there is no army, and without an army, there is no freedom!
  Work makes us stronger, multiplied by intelligence it will give us freedom, and together with luck it will bring happiness!
  The commander is like the top of a pyramid - there must be only one, otherwise even such a strong structure will collapse!
  Nobility of family has the same relation to courage as the length of hair has to intelligence!
  No valor of ancestors will help a coward!
  A blade of the strongest steel rusts in the hands of a chatterbox and a coward!
  The most terrible weapon is the Bible in the hands of a scoundrel!
  A man's main wealth: potency, which is also the main cause of ruin!
  The best profession is prostitution, you combine business with pleasure and every time a new partner - no routine!
  A hero's pedigree - you can boast about it forever, but when he ends up on the battlefield - he cowardly rushes to the rear!
  A bottle of vodka is like a grenade - it knocks you off your feet, blows out your brains, crushes your insides!
  When the heart is filled with mercy, for some reason the wallet becomes empty!
  A truly free person submits to three things - reason, love, God!
  Love is like a rose - it doesn't bloom for long, but it hurts deeply!
  A slave in his soul is submissive - to passions, lust, to God's servants!
  Luck is as fickle as sand - only hard work can bind it with cement!
  A glass of wine is like an ocean - once you get carried away, you lose your footing!
  Women love male power, but not when they experience it themselves!
  Love is like a boat, if you paddle too fast it will capsize and sink!
  It's time to introduce an article - corruption of adults by minors!
  You can't put handcuffs on love!
  What is natural is not criminal!
  Love is a tender feeling, but even the thickest shackles cannot hold it back!
  If all the laws worked, the country would turn into a prison where security guards are recruited from abroad!
  The principle of the inevitability of punishment does not work because you cannot arrest yourself!
  Doctors shouldn't have to go through an obstacle course. It'll leave you with shaking hands, slurred speech, and a glass of vodka won't help, unlike a hangover!
  There is nothing more tiring than prolonged idleness!
  Scientific discovery: conceived progressively - implemented aggressively!
  This is not a place for reflection, but a place for squabbles and madness!
  All the troubles of humanity come from selfishness; prosperity is only possible through joint efforts!
  A person without a team is like a coal without a fire - it gives little light and quickly goes out!
  The homeland warms you better than a fire!
  And the animal is better off in a herd!
  Logic should not serve instincts - reason is lust!
  There will be a war - there will be a feat!
  Muscles without brains are a handful of meat - a frying pan crying for!
  Of two duelists, one is a fool, the other a scoundrel!
  The higher a person soars, the more dissatisfied he is with his position!
  Left alone, the dog misses its owner's stick!
  Only he whose mind is not accustomed to groveling has wings!
  It's bad when you're alone like a snob!
  You are alone, and your enemies are legion!
  Even an elephant can be eaten by a bug!
  If there are more than a million bedbugs!
  The leader of the country should be a brother to the people, not a bro!
  It's easier to find a dry rock in the ocean than an invention that hasn't been used for military purposes!
  Victory is like a woman - it attracts with its glitter, but repels with its price!
  Fire is the god of war and like other gods requires attention and sacrifices!
  One sword is like a drop of rain, it falls and scatters, but when there are many of them, victory is born!
  Just don't sing - for the repose of the soul!
  My soul is sad - my stomach is empty!
  First the bowl, then the thoughts!
  Victory is worth honor!
  Honor is a relative concept and should be applied first and foremost to one's own soldiers!
  He who drinks before a fight will have a hangover in hell!
  The trumpets are silent because the blades sing - steel is stronger and louder than copper!
  An army without leaders is like a flock of sheep without a shepherd; one wolf, if he doesn"t eat you, will scare you!
  Running away is more foolishness than cowardice! After all, most soldiers die not in combat, but during pursuit!
  War is like a game of dominoes, only the broken pieces can no longer be put back together - the earth holds them!
  Persecution turns a warrior into an executioner, a coward into a brave man, a modest man into an insolent one!
  Science fiction is a competition of absurdities and absurdities! Yet, there is no genre more scientific and logical!
  In war it's like in an opera - everyone sings their own song, only the prompter can be a spy!
  Modern women forgive a man everything - except poverty!
  Do you know the difference between spies and intelligence agents?
  I know! We have nothing but intelligence officers, while foreigners have nothing but spies!
  Is it better to have an empty head or an empty wallet? Of course, it's not as noticeable with an empty head!
  The mind is the best collector of wealth!
  Intelligence and luck: a couple in love - give birth to success, wealth, status, but quickly separate!
  Proud men find it easier to listen to advice when it is given by a woman - unless it is their wife!
  A wise wife is worth a fortune! And an enterprising wife can sue for it!
  Some value personality in a person, and others value cash!
  Two things can destroy humanity: computers and computer scientists. The former will atrophy the mind, the latter will be unable to take advantage of it!
  In war, even a grenade is a comrade!
  In general, a grenade that tells jokes is like a Faberge egg used for cracking nuts!
  Talent is like the soul: it cannot be taken away, but it can be destroyed!
  Revenge is not worth honor - the retribution of decency!
  Envy is the germ of crime, self-interest is watering, idleness is feeding!
  Laziness is the worst of all crimes!
  It is better to die with dignity with a sword than to live like a wolf driven into a stall with a whip!
  In war, courage can beat cunning, but cunning can never beat courage!
  War makes life terrible, and death worthy and beautiful!
  Modesty is a rare quality for a commander, but that makes it even more valuable!
  - Jackal sounds similar to the word feces!
  The lion has only one advantage over the jackal - the opportunity to die with dignity!
  Technology is the executioner of valor!
  "But that's not true! In fact, the higher the level of technology, the more intelligence and resourcefulness is required on the battlefield!"
  Where the interests of the Motherland begin, personal well-being ends!
  Freedom must be combined with discipline. Anarchy is the antithesis of freedom!
  A tenacious memory is the best mentor! Freedom can be won with the sword, but only with the mind can it be maintained!
  - When a strong warrior saves another, no special honor is needed for this!
  For when valor burns in your heart, you will raise your shield in defense of your slaves!
  The meanness of a scoundrel is no excuse for an honest one, just as the presence of dirt does not justify a dirty person!
  Love never comes cheap - especially when it's paid for with your soul, not your wallet!
  The only thing that can justify the shedding of blood is if it results in tears stopping flowing!
  Those who serve for money can never compare in battle with those who are driven by a brave heart and a desire for freedom!
  A child's tear is dangerous because it turns into a raging stream that washes away civilizations!
  The position of commander is not an extra ration, but an additional responsibility and a heavy burden!
  It's not clear what's more important: feeding all the hungry or wiping away one child's tear!
  Gold is softer than steel, but it strikes the heart more surely!
  It is not the weapon that makes the soldier strong, but the soldier that makes the weapon!
  The girls are apparently masters of witty aphorisms. And once they begin to crush an enemy, there's no escape.
  At the end of May 1944, the Nazi offensive began in the direction of Saratov.
  The "Shturmlev" took part in the battles, a vehicle on the chassis of the previous "Lion", with an even more powerful 450-millimeter caliber mortar, which literally crushes and destroys everything, tearing and punching through craters of colossal force.
  A rocket like that could take down an entire block at once.
  A Sturmlev, piloted by a team of German girls, fires at Soviet positions.
  Jane winks at her friends and, stamping her bare feet, says:
  - We completely wipe out our enemies and turn them into typical coffins!
  Gringeta winks back, presses the lever with her bare foot and squeals:
  - We will play and defeat our enemies!
  Malanya noted:
  - Any Soviet fortifications are powerless against the Sturmlev machine!
  Monica, kicking with her bare heel, confirmed:
  - We are truly born to win!
  Jane deduced:
  - War does not have a woman's face, but a physiognomy that attracts thrill-seekers!
  Gringeta, firing at Soviet units with a machine gun, said:
  - A woman is a dove that latches onto a woodpecker-man like a kite!
  Monica, firing at Russian soldiers, noted:
  - A woman always has seven Fridays in a week, and without a Sunday gift from marital duty, it"s always a day off!
  Malanya giggled and replied:
  - God is not omnipotent in everything; he is powerless to argue with a woman!
  Jane agreed, shooting out with her bare toes:
  - God, although almighty, is not able to shut a woman"s mouth or a politician"s mouth!
  Gringeta logically noted, pressing down with her bare heel:
  - A politician has no conscience, a woman has no sense of proportion, and a female politician has all her feelings without measure!
  Monica, while firing at Soviet troops and killing them, noted:
  - A woman is a flower, prickly like a rose, but her sweet aroma attracts goats and drones!
  Malanya, while pounding Soviet soldiers and destroying pillboxes, squeaked:
  - The voter falls into childhood, voting for the hateful old oaks with hollows!
  The girls showed their wit and moved on.
  And attack aircraft were swooping down from above. And so the Soviet troops thrashed them without any problems.
  The Germans had become so tough. And their operational skills were improving.
  And then came the "Chess Knight" systems, radio-controlled teletanks.
  And this was a problem for Soviet soldiers. And the Nazis battered the Red Army.
  But Soviet girls also fought very courageously.
  The fighting for Kamyshin has begun. Here, Alenka is back in action.
  And her battered but unyielding battalion.
  Alenka noted with a smile:
  - In any war, a soldier's life is valuable!
  And how he throws a grenade with his bare toes.
  These are warriors of the highest class...
  Anyuta, shooting at the fascists, noted:
  - A Russian soldier can be made to fall like a mown log, but not brought to his knees and made to shake like an aspen!
  Alla, firing and kicking the explosive packet with her bare heel, squeaked:
  - If you don"t want to observe military discipline, you"ll bend your back like a prisoner!
  Maria, shooting at her opponents and launching a deadly boomerang with her bare toes, said:
  - There is a lot of dirt in our world, but princes are rare in it!
  Matryona, shooting at the enemies and cutting them down with bursts, and then throwing a grenade with her bare foot, noted:
  - A politician has a long tongue, but his hands are too short to carry out his plans!
  Marusya, firing at the enemy and mowing down ranks of German and foreign soldiers, yelped:
  - A politician is quick to promise, slow to fulfill, asks for alms, and forgiveness for deception!
  The girls are great and they fight. But the forces are very uneven. There is a lot of destruction.
  The German Maus tank, though not quite mass-produced, still appears on the front lines. Its guns roar and fire, and wreak untold destruction in the trenches.
  But the girls are firing at Maus with cannons. Even though the shells bounce off like peas, the Germans keep pushing forward.
  And they shoot at them very accurately.
  The Komsomol girls run around, flashing their bare heels, and squeal:
  - For the glory of the holy Motherland!
  Viola, having fired at the German infantry, squeaked:
  - When a woman doesn't have enough money for shoes, she puts shoes on a man barefoot!
  And the girl will burst out laughing and stick out her tongue.
  The warriors, it must be said, are cheerful. And when they strike, they strike fatally.
  Viola and Margarita, nearly naked in their panties, fight, aiming their projectiles and shooting accurately. And they're unstoppable.
  Margarita squeaks and says:
  - Glory to the era of communism!
  Viola aggressively confirms:
  - Great glory to the era of change!
  It should be noted that the warriors turned out to be extremely aggressive girls.
  Veronica also brings up the shells, flashing her bare, round heels and squeals:
  - Glory to communism!
  This is their battlefield epiphany. And how fiercely and ferociously they fight.
  And bare, tanned knees flash.
  Tamara is also fighting. She escaped the Nazi-held Caucasus and is back in action. She fights with a carnivorous sense of blood. She fights with colossal aggression.
  Tamara throws a grenade with her bare toes, tears apart the fascists and squeals:
  - Communism will be with us!
  And he fires a well-aimed burst from his machine gun...
  The girls are clearly performing miracles of colossal power. And within them is a fire that threatens to burn down the universe.
  Veronica, shooting, sings:
  Everything will be interesting, no doubt.
  The schedule will take care of everything in the world!
  And winks with his sapphire eyes.
  Tamara, shooting, roars:
  - Kolovrat! Evpatiy Kolovrat! He's calling the heroes of Rus' to the alarm!
  And she fired a burst from her machine gun. She cut down the Fritzes and squealed:
  - A woman is first and foremost a fox who wants to lasso a lion, but usually it is donkeys that end up in her lasso!
  Victoria, firing and throwing another gift of death with her bare toes, said:
  - A woman is a hen that loves golden eggs, bringing only loss to their bearer!
  And the girls burst into laughter in unison. They fight so delightfully, with such colossal force.
  Tamara noted, shooting at foreign divisions:
  - A woman is a chicken, she can only lay golden eggs for that man who is a real fox!
  Veronica, firing and baring her teeth, added:
  - A real fox will make even a rooster lay golden eggs!
  Margarita, shooting and throwing grenades with her bare feet, noted:
  - The fox doesn't have a lion's claws, but she can rip three skins off even the king of beasts!
  Viola, baring her teeth aggressively, remarked:
  - He who is not a fox in mind is not a lion in stature!
  The warriors, it seems, have great fighting ambitions. And if they get going, they'll do it.
  Olympiada, firing, lifted a whole crate of explosives with her powerful legs and launched it. A mass of Nazis was torn apart, and a beautiful girl roared:
  - Rule the USSR, and sing the song of Lucifer! We will defeat everyone!
  Olympiada, however, did not forget to speak out after firing:
  - A fox woman is capable of convincing any man that he is a lion, having bred him like a simple donkey!
  Margarita, shooting, agreed with this:
  - A lioness woman only has a fox's intelligence and a wolf's grip!
  Serafima noted, mowing down her opponents:
  - A lion is not the one who roars, but the one who tears up a lot of greenery!
  Viola, firing accurately at the enemy and mowing him down, noted:
  - When a politician is not a fox, then three skins are ripped off him and used for a collar!
  Victoria, baring her teeth and winking, and then throwing a deadly gift of death with her bare foot, said:
  - The politician has a broad ass to sit on two chairs, but he only has a broad soul in words!
  Olympiada, kicking the barrel with her bare, muscular feet and exploding the Lev tank, muttered:
  - A tank is penetrated by a shell with a uranium core, a politician makes it to the top without a heart, but with a gold wallet!
  CHAPTER No. 9.
  Kamyshin was abandoned. And in early June 1944, fighting began for Saratov.
  The fighting here is so intense. And the girls are in the fight, as always. And such pretty warriors.
  Alenka fights and mows down enemies with automatic fire, and in whole ranks.
  The girl throws a grenade with her bare toes and squeals:
  - May my victory come!
  And again he shoots at the enemy.
  Anyuta also fires at the enemy. She does it with precision and accuracy. Her machine guns are so revved up. And her bare toes hurl explosive packets of colossal force. They tear the fascists apart, and the girl screams at the top of her lungs.
  - For communism!
  Alla, firing at the enemy with colossal accuracy and mowing down the enemies, squeals:
  - For the boundless Fatherland!
  And with her bare toes, the girl throws another grenade. It's a real one, I must say.
  And she's a redhead, wearing only her underwear. And she fires so accurately and precisely, and the Fritzes lie down.
  Maria is also a very accurate shot. And she's such a beautiful girl, and with her bare toes she throws an explosive package, tearing apart her opponents.
  After which he roars:
  - Rule the empire of the USSR!
  Marusya also shoots accurately, hits the enemies and roars:
  - From the taiga to the British seas, our army is the strongest of all!
  And he also shoots out with his bare foot.
  Matryona will then launch a lethal projectile at the enemy. And she will hit him with 100% accuracy. Naturally, with her bare heel.
  It is the Soviet girls who work, but the German ones are not far behind.
  Christina, Magda, Margaret, and Shella fight in a Panther. The vehicle, while not perfect, has a fast-firing, long-range cannon, is reasonably agile, and has decent frontal armor.
  German girls, barefoot and in bikinis, despite the summer heat, or rather because of it... and they fight agilely.
  Here Christina fires a shot... The shell hits the T-34-76's turret and penetrates it. The Soviet tank stops, knocked out.
  The girls scream at the top of their lungs:
  - We won!
  Then Magda shoots. The golden-haired beauty also fired.
  So much so that the T-34's turret was blown off.
  The tiger girls take turns shooting. And quite accurately. Here they are, hitting another Soviet tank.
  Then Margaret slammed it down. And hit the SU-76 self-propelled gun. She hit it deftly. And sang:
  - Our hellish Germany is strong, it protects the peace!
  And as the tongue shows!
  Then she fired a shot from the Shell gun. It hit a Soviet KV-1S tank. That was a good job, too.
  Yes, the four bikini-clad warriors are fierce and unafraid of the cold. After women began fighting, the Third Reich fared much better.
  And here in the sky are the pilots Albina and Alvina. Both beauties in bikinis and barefoot. They're battling it out in Focke-Wulfs. And this is a very serious machine.
  Albina, firing from aircraft cannons, says:
  - Active croquet! Don't be stingy with the word "crush"!
  And how he flashed a dazzling smile! And shot down two Soviet planes at once.
  Alvina also cut down three with her air cannons and chirped:
  - My approach will be deadly and matte!
  After which the girl bared her teeth! She was the very picture of charm, and full of phenomenal charisma.
  Albina cuts off another Yak-9 plane and squeals:
  - Why do we need Soviet pilots?
  Alvina shoots down the LAGG-5 and confidently says:
  - So that we Germans collect bills!
  What a wonderful pair of girls. How they've taken to collecting awards for themselves. You really can't argue with such beauties. They shoot down planes and bare their teeth.
  And the main secret is that in the cold, the girls should be barefoot and in bikinis. Then the bills will come.
  And never dress up. Just flaunt your bare chest, and you'll always be in high esteem!
  Albina cut down another Red Army plane and sang:
  - In great heights and stellar purity!
  And she winked, jumping up and kicking her bare feet, roaring:
  - In the sea wave and the furious fire! And in the furious and furious fire!
  And again the girl shoots down the plane with an energetic approach.
  And then Alvina attacks the enemy. She does it with a spinning attack, bares her teeth, and squeals:
  - I will be the super world champion!
  And again, the car hit by the girl falls. And the Red Army gets its fair share of it.
  And Albina roars with wild ecstasy:
  - I'm an executioner now, not a pilot!
  He shoots down another Soviet plane and hisses:
  - I bend over the sight and the missiles are rushing towards the target, there is another approach ahead!
  The warrior acts extremely aggressively.
  Here both girls are attacking ground targets. Albina hits a T-34 and screams:
  - This will be the end!
  Alvina hits the SU-76 and whispers:
  - Until complete defeat!
  And how he shakes his bare foot!
  There's a fighting girl here, and on the USSR side, girls are also fighting, trying to defend Guryev, where Hitler's troops are also rushing, like a scorpion's attack.
  Alenka fought for Guryev, which was being stormed by the Nazis. The desperate beauty threw a grenade with her bare toes and chirped:
  - Glory to Rus' and our native party!
  Then Natasha launched a grenade with her bare toes and hissed:
  - We'll take care of the barefoot girl!
  Afterwards, Anyuta also sent a gift to death with the toes of her bare feet, and babbled:
  - It will be a wonderful blow!
  Red-haired Augustine took it and sent a gift of annihilation with her bare lower limb and squeaked:
  - Pointing the radar to the sky!
  And then the golden-haired Maria gave the Nazis the gift of death with her bare legs.
  And she sang:
  - In Madagascar, in the desert and the Sahara! I've been everywhere, I've seen the world!
  And then Marusya, with her bare feet, throws the whole bunch and sings:
  - In Finland, Greece, Australia, Sweden, they will tell you that there are no more beautiful girls than these!
  Yes, the six girls fought very well. But the Fritzes still took Kursk...
  No, there's no way to stand against such superior forces. The fascists keep pushing forward.
  And what is the effect of the preparation of the monsters?
  Adolf Hitler was simply thrilled, feeling like a true despot, to whom everyone obeyed and trembled. If you want Stalin's success, you have to be like him, merciless and demanding of others and yourself (that's exactly how Joseph Vissarionovich thought, and in exactly that order!). Now, however, a decent amount of noise will begin to stir, and the machine will begin to move. In general, Germany, including its satellites, has a huge advantage over the USSR in industrial equipment, skilled labor, and the number of engineers at all levels. That's a fact, but arms production is still not up to par! Germany lagged behind the USSR throughout the war, despite all the destruction in Russia. And why? Of course, due to a certain amount of chaos that reigned in various departments, especially in the military industry. Furthermore, a shortage of raw materials and an underestimation of the enemy's potential played a negative role. In particular, in 1940, arms production in Germany was lower than in 1939 (if we count the total output, including ammunition), and this despite the fact that the war was already underway, and the Third Reich had gained control of large territories with vast reserves of production capacity. So what can be said about Hitler's organizational skills? Not much, but he did shine in the military industry.
  The Fuhrer declared in a long speech:
  "In the matter of aviation, extraordinary powers are being granted to Sauer. He will closely monitor both the quantity of equipment produced and, no less important, its quality. Besides, many of your friends, Goering, although they were once excellent aces, are incapable of leadership. Not every good soldier is also an outstanding general, so instead of the hanged Eric, the technical sphere will be led by a professional entrepreneur capable of reforming and rearming the air force. After all, Britain is not asleep; it is increasing both the quantity and quality of its armed forces, and especially its air force. We need to be two heads, a dozen steps ahead of the enemy, otherwise we will completely lose our superiority over the enemy. And therefore, we need quality steps."
  Goering timidly objected:
  - My friends, proven people who have proven their combat effectiveness and professionalism.
  The frenzied dictator became furious:
  "Or maybe you think I've forgotten who lost the Battle of Britain? Or who botched the four-year economic development plan? Or do you want to be flogged, too, and in public, no less? So shut your mouth and keep quiet until you're impaled!"
  Goering even cowered in fear. Alas, the Führer was no joke. Then the noise was heard again, and another ME-262 jet took to the skies. The machine was massive and had two engines. Its wings were slightly swept back, and the fighter itself looked quite menacing. Its speed, generally decent for 1941, was even record-breaking by world standards. True, the machine itself was still not entirely reliable and required debugging. The fascist dictator, however, had already outlined the characteristics of new, more advanced fighters... The ME-262 weighs over six tons, which is somewhat overloaded. A jet fighter must be small, cheap, and nimble. In this regard, the ME-163 could have been good, but its rocket engine was overboosted and only lasted six minutes (or rather, it will continue to do so!), meaning its range was limited to a hundred kilometers. As a blitz-style bomber or fighter cover for armada strikes on England, it is certainly not suitable.
  The ME-262, however, can carry a ton of bombs, as much as the Pe-2, a Soviet frontline aircraft. This makes it an excellent solution for both fighter sweeps and troop support. However, why not create a fighter similar to the ME-163 Comet, but with a turbojet engine instead of a rocket engine? They tried to improve the Comet, and it seems they've increased its flight time to 15 minutes (a range of up to 300 kilometers), which is generally acceptable for the Battle of Britain. London could still be reached from Normandy... Although it's not all that obvious; you still have to bomb it and return, and fifteen minutes wasn't such a forced flight time. In the future, rocket- and jet-powered fighters were considered a dead end in aviation. But the Comet's design is quite interesting, with its small size and light weight, which means it's inexpensive and maneuverable.
  There are also some very promising fighters weighing as little as 800 kilograms-gliders that could be used in air combat. However, due to their short range, they can only be used for defensive combat, or delivered to London on... transports, and then picked up by pilots. This will require some thought. In real history, gliders never saw combat, and for some reason, Soviet aviation generals didn't dare try this idea in Korea. It's not a bad thing, but during the Korean War, it was an American pilot who scored the first victories. So, the Yankees shouldn't be underestimated.
  After the flight ended, a young, fair-haired girl jumped out of the cockpit and ran at full speed to the Fuhrer.
  The number one Nazi, possessed by the tide, extended his hand to her for a kiss. It's so nice when girls love you, and the Führer, it seems, is sincerely idolized by all Germans, or rather, almost all except a few concentration camp prisoners. The pilot said enthusiastically:
  "This is simply a magnificent plane, it has such speed and power. We'll tear all the lion cubs apart like they're hot water bottles made of surrogate fiber!"
  The Fuhrer approved of the girl"s impulse:
  "Of course we'll rip it apart, but... We need to debug the machine more quickly, especially the engines. Radical measures will certainly be needed to improve them, but if anything, the chief designer will help!"
  Everyone shouted in unison:
  - Glory to the great Führer! May Providence help us!
  The Third Reich anthem began to play, and a column of young Hitler Youth fighters began to march. Boys aged fourteen to seventeen marched in a special formation to the beat of a drum. And then came the most interesting part: teenage girls from the German Women's League marched. They wore short skirts, and their beautiful, bare feet drew the men's gaze. The girls tried to lift their legs higher, but at the same time pointed their toes and carefully placed their heels. It was a fascinating sight, these beauties with their flawless figures... Their faces were varied, though, and some of the young fascists had a somewhat rough, almost masculine look, and they even grimaced. Especially when they knitted their eyebrows together.
  The aesthete Adolf noted:
  "We need more physical training for boys and girls. I know a lot is being done in this regard, particularly in the Jungvolk, but it needs to be more comprehensive and adopt Spartan methods. Of course, apart from encouraging theft... Our young men and women must grow up to be decent and at the same time ruthless people."
  The Supreme Commander paused. The generals remained silent, probably afraid to object and reluctant to confirm the obvious. The Führer continued:
  "War is no joke, but ruthlessness toward enemies must be combined with mutual assistance and a sense of brotherhood toward comrades. This is what we must instill in everyone... The new superman is merciless to others, but he must be even more merciless to himself. For inferiority must first be eradicated from one's soul, and then the frail human body will rise again!"
  Another pause... The generals and designers suddenly realized what had happened and began applauding wildly. The Führer seemed pleased:
  "That's already better, but now I'd like to see a simulated aerial battle. Something menacing and devastating..."
  Heinkel asked timidly:
  - With live ammunition or shells, my Fuhrer?
  Nazi number one nodded:
  "With combat ones, of course. Besides, I'd like to examine the ejection device. After all, you're working on it..." The Führer shook his fists. "When will it finally be ready and put into mass production? After all, an experienced pilot is an experienced pilot, one who must be preserved for future battles!"
  The Führer-terminator nevertheless decided to show the designers a more modern ejection device design. This system should be less bulky, simpler, and lighter. The inexpensive pyropatron, already mastered by German industry, was perfectly suitable for this purpose.
  The diagram had to be drawn on the fly, but Hitler was a truly accomplished artist, and he drew clearly and quickly; the diagram's lines and turns were smooth and precise, without the aid of rulers or compasses. The time-traveling Terminator thought it odd that the Germans, with their generally strong and somewhat advanced ideology of National Socialism and totalitarianism, had failed the Russians in the war. Perhaps this was because Russian soldiers were stronger and more resilient than the Germans and learned to fight more quickly.
  Generally speaking, if you look at the course of the war as a whole, yes, the Russians, or rather the Soviet military, were learning to fight, while the Germans seemed to have forgotten how. Their command made decisions at the level of first-graders, and maybe even lower, if that first-grader has experience waging war in real-time strategy games. And that children as young as six can sometimes so deftly command virtual armies is something they, even Zhukov and Mainstein, could learn from. However, some researchers consider both Zhukov and Mainstein incompetent. There are also discrepancies regarding the number of tanks, particularly captured French tanks. Hitler's memory (a good memory, especially when he was still healthy!) suggested that 3,600 captured tanks from the French were actually captured, a very impressive number. Some models, such as the SiS-35, were superior to the T-34 in terms of armor, although only in frontal armor. So this tank could very well be produced in French factories, albeit with the exception of replacing the 47mm gun with a longer 75mm one. In fact, even that might not be enough. Britain and the US generally valued armor above all else in their tanks. For example, the forty-ton Churchill had 152mm of armor, compared to 120mm for the IS-2 heavy tank.
  The Fuhrer told the designers something else:
  "We have plenty of wind tunnels, so focus on finding a more optimal aircraft model and creating streamlined designs, without resorting to expensive testing, where our best aces die. For example, a flying wing model is quite effective, especially if the thickness and angle of incidence can be adjusted. I've already given you the drawing, so the tailless aircraft should be ready. Its estimated speed, even with a Jumo engine, will be up to 1,100 kilometers per hour. So go for it, but don't be impudent!"
  Lunch followed in the open air, and the maids set up the tables and chairs. Beautiful... But what reforms should be introduced in National Socialism? Those that would minimize the number of enemies and gain friends. For example, not extolling the German race at every turn, and perhaps even stopping dividing peoples into classes. However, the division of nations into inferior and Aryan has not yet been formally legalized. This simplifies matters.
  A beautiful girl from the servants sat down next to the Führer and placed his hand on her bare knee. She cooed:
  - Are you thinking about something, my Fuhrer?
  The Nazi dictator, who was also a virtual gamer, perked up. He noticed he still hadn't finished his vegetable soup and fruit salad. The Führer kissed the girl on the lips, inhaling her youthful, sweet scent, and declared:
  - You'll ride in the car with me. And everyone, get to work, the time for eating is over.
  And once again, the gears of the state's, admittedly not entirely well-oiled, machine began to turn. On the way back, the Führer made love to a beauty and even wondered where he got all this energy and strength from. After all, they said the Führer was impotent and, supposedly, disabled, had contracted syphilis (a lie) and had been castrated (a complete fabrication!).
  However, not all is well on June 22, 1944, three years into the war with the USSR. Victory is nowhere in sight, and Saratov still holds out. Stalin ordered this city to be defended at all costs.
  Despite all the losses, combat vehicle production remained quite high. The new IS-2 tanks proved quite effective. Even without penetrating individual German vehicles head-on, they were able to disable them from a considerable distance.
  So the Nazis were having a pretty tough time. But they had a significant advantage. There were already plenty of ME-262 jets fighting in the skies. And they were a serious opponent.
  The TA-152, however, proved itself to be a truly remarkable piece of armament.
  Stalin, meanwhile, also held a liaison meeting on the third anniversary of the start of the war and began asking military leaders what they were thinking about and how to improve the situation on the fronts.
  Zhukov suggested to the leader:
  "If we simply defend ourselves and repel threats, we will undoubtedly lose. We need to attack!"
  Stalin nodded vigorously:
  - Agreed! But where!
  Marshal Zhukov proposed:
  - Before Leningrad capitulates, it must be unblocked!
  Marshal Vasilevsky agreed:
  - Yes, I think this will be the best option!
  Stalin shrugged his shoulders and noted:
  - If we attack Tikhvin again, they will be waiting for us there, and we will get bogged down or fall into a trap!
  Marshal Zhukov nodded in agreement:
  "That's right, Comrade Stalin! But I suggest we strike at the Finnish troops in Petrozavodsk. They're not that strong, and we can catch the enemy off guard!"
  Stalin replied with a smile:
  - That's logical, Comrade Zhukov. So, attack Petrozavodsk. And bring us victory!
  After these words, several girls in short white skirts and bare feet entered. They brought bottles of red wine and glasses of sandwiches and black caviar. Stalin took one of these sandwiches and, while drinking it, said:
  - So let's drink to the fact that our opportunities always coincide with our needs.
  Voznesensky noted:
  "The armor quality of our tanks is quite poor. I propose making the IS-2 and T-34-85 lighter, faster, and more maneuverable by reducing their armor. This will save us metal and make these vehicles more practical."
  Stalin shrugged his shoulders and noted:
  - Perhaps... But I'm not a supporter of making tanks out of plywood!
  Voznesensky remarked with a serious expression:
  "But maybe it's not a bad idea to make some tanks almost entirely out of wood. We could see how it would look in practice!"
  Zhukov nodded in agreement and launched into a speech:
  "The T-34s could be made lighter; they're still too fragile, and increased speed and maneuverability would improve their survivability. Besides, the gearbox has been improved, which compensates for the loss of ergonomics caused by the increased weight. But the low quality of the steel means that 90mm is useless against powerful German guns. Moreover, the Germans are taking the simple Panther and T-4 out of production, and in the Third Reich, besides reconnaissance tanks, only the Panther-2 with an 88mm gun will be mass-produced. And our tanks are no match for that at long range. And even more so, their speed needs to be increased!"
  Stalin nodded:
  "Release some T-34-85s and IS-2s with bulletproof protection only, and then test and monitor how this affects their combat effectiveness. And work on the SU-100 should be accelerated. Perhaps we'll abandon the T-34s and IS-2s in favor of this self-propelled gun exclusively."
  Marshal Vasilevsky noted:
  "That's an interesting idea. But the SU-100 can only engage the enemy's sides by turning completely around..."
  Stalin growled:
  "Make it shorter so it can turn faster... And preferably with a lower profile. But we need this self-propelled gun like we need air!"
  Zhukov asked:
  "Your Excellency... Saratov is holding out for now, but it will soon fall. We need to develop a plan to evacuate from Kuibyshev what was taken from Moscow. What do you personally think?"
  Stalin responded harshly:
  "We'll probably have to evacuate to Sverdlovsk. But we can still work in Moscow. We've got a whole underground city here. We're seriously capable of holding our own in it."
  Vasilevsky growled:
  - Moscow must be held at any cost, as well as Saratov!
  Stalin ordered:
  "Counterattack the Germans in the gap between the Don and the Volga. We need to divert our forces. Hold Saratov at all costs, to the last drop of blood. Use all means, even kamikaze."
  Zhukov confirmed:
  - Let it be so, O great one!
  Stalin addressed Yakovlev:
  - Well, designer, any ideas?
  The Deputy People's Commissar replied with a sigh:
  "We should develop jet aviation, but that's not realistic yet. And the Yak-3 requires high-quality duralumin, which we don't have!"
  Stalin nodded:
  - I know! The Yak-9 must be in our ranks. And we should produce as many of them as possible! And increase fighter production.
  Yakovlev noted:
  The German TA-152 is simultaneously an attack aircraft, a frontline bomber, and a fighter. It would be great if we could create a similar multi-role aircraft!
  Stalin supported the designer:
  "That's a good idea, Comrade Yakovlev! For example, if we slightly improve the LaGG-7, we could turn it into a hybrid attack aircraft and frontline fighter!"
  Yakovlev readily confirmed:
  - That's possible, Comrade Stalin... But it takes time. And the plane might be a bit expensive.
  The Supreme Commander-in-Chief angrily slammed his fist on the table and growled:
  "Make it cheaper! And anyway, how much can we speculate on this topic? We need a universal aircraft, one that we can only produce. And this could be the solution."
  Yakovlev noted:
  The IL-2 is fairly simple to manufacture, and its design is well-established. It's not worth taking it down just yet. It's a fairly durable aircraft, even if its flight characteristics are currently outdated. But every cloud has a silver lining. We're doing a pretty good job of bombing enemy aircraft.
  Zhdanov noted angrily:
  - Our aviation must be the strongest in measure!
  Yakovlev nodded:
  - It should! But for now, the best pilots in the world are ours: Anastasia Vedmakova and Akulina Orlova!
  Stalin nodded in agreement:
  - These girls have no equal, and for another twenty-five enemy aircraft shot down, I award them another Hero of the USSR star!
  Zhukov enthusiastically suggested:
  - We should drink to this!
  Beria sang with delight:
  - We, having remembered everything, history will judge,
  Her turn to judge will come...
  From the plow to the atomic weapons,
  He led the country confidently forward!
  While the members of the military council were deliberating, the girls were fighting.
  And with the help of their bare toes they knock down the Nazis and these barefoot beauties perform feats.
  And they sing:
  - We believe the whole world will wake up,
  There will be an end to fascism...
  And the sun will shine -
  Light the way for communism!
  CHAPTER No. 10.
  By the end of June, the Germans had cut off Saratov, and on July 1, 1944, they used the fearsome Sturmmaus for the first time. This machine, armed with a 650-mm rocket launcher, launched devastating rockets that shattered entire city blocks.
  The girls who drove this machine were wearing only panties and were releasing gifts of extremely destructive death.
  The bare-legged girls wore panties in red, black, and white. And they evoked the deadly gifts of death.
  Their commander, Faina, shook her scarlet breasts and sang:
  - Glory to the era of the Knights of the Cross!
  We will reach the end of our journey in the universe!
  And the warriors squealed and jumped up.
  One of them, Margaret, remarked:
  - The Almighty God is with us!
  Faina agreed with this:
  - Of course! And the Third Reich will certainly win!
  The girl stamped her bare foot and began to sing:
  -When we are united, we are invincible! When we are united, we are invincible!
  So the warriors shot and stomped and galloped with bare feet. Warriors of the greatest class.
  Irma also feeds a projectile through an automatic drive and roars:
  - A great victory awaits us!
  The girls, of course, are among those who will never give up. And they crush Soviet positions with colossal enthusiasm.
  Albina and Alvina are on top as always, showing off their aggressive chops. Let's face it, they're absolutely fantastic!
  Albina, knocking down a Soviet car with her bare toes, says:
  - I am a super girl!
  Alvina, knocking down another target with her bare heel, jumps up and, flexing her abdominal muscles, exclaims:
  - I am such a warrior that I defeated everything dead!
  And so the warriors parted ways.
  Gerda decided to try out the latest German innovation together with Charlotte.
  So far, only the E-25 self-propelled gun is likely to appear in large quantities-it's relatively simple to produce and inexpensive. Although this model is one of the first. That's where the two bikini-clad girls are lying. The vehicle is shorter than one and a half meters, which is why it's so well protected and armed despite its relatively light weight.
  Two girls, Charlotte and Gerda, lay prone and fired at Soviet guns. In front of them, tiny, radio-controlled vehicles moved, clearing minefields.
  Red-haired Charlotte fired her gun. She knocked down the Soviet weapon and shook her chest, barely covered by a thin strip of fabric. She cooed:
  - Mad fire of hyperplasm!
  And then Gerda gives it to me with her bare toes. And chirps:
  - I'm a very cool girl and not a bad one...
  The self-propelled gun moves along. And stops every now and then. Its frontal armor is heavily sloped, providing good protection. Soviet cannon shells are susceptible to ricochets. And the front of such a self-propelled gun is safe. The side, however, can still be penetrated. But the girls are in no hurry. This effective self-propelled gun surpasses the SU-100, which is still under development, in armor-piercing capability, and is also better protected, more maneuverable, and lighter.
  The Red Army also has few sushi tanks, or rather, they're still in the design stage. They primarily have the T-34-85 tank, which lacks a powerful gun and weak armor. And the German E-25 self-propelled gun, incidentally, is lighter, but far superior in armor and gun.
  The girls are fighting... Very beautiful and young. And the self-propelled guns are bombing and throwing them...
  It's a hot July, and the girls' bodies are glistening with sweat in the hot car. They can't give in and retreat.
  Gerda notes:
  - The gods of the Wehrmacht are clearly strong,
  But they don't help the weak...
  If Adolf's cause is true -
  Create a world power!
  Charlotte sang with enthusiasm:
  - Yes, magic needs "Panther" and "Tiger",
  Spill more blood in spite of all fate...
  And there is no need for doubts and frantic games,
  Let the whole race on Earth fall to its knees!
  But these are German girls, and on the other side there are Soviet girls fighting.
  So the fight ahead is truly serious. Natasha and Anyuta fire a powerful ship's cannon and squeal:
  - Our flag will be over Berlin!
  And they bare their white, pearly teeth. And you can't stop the girls with mines.
  Two shells hit the frontal armor of the upper hull... They ricochet. No, the IS-2 is a serious vehicle and won't be taken so easily.
  The IS-1 moving to the girls' right appears to have been hit by a high-pressure cannon and stopped. Damaged the beauty.
  Alenka, flexing her abdominal muscles, sings:
  - Everything impossible is possible in our world, Newton discovered that two times two is four!
  The fighting continues unabated. The Soviet cannon fires at the Germans. Big Marusya loads shells into the breech. Such is the girls' life and destiny. And they sing:
  - No one will stop us, no one will defeat us! Russian wolves crush the enemy, Russian wolves - salute the heroes!
  Augustine, firing from machine guns, says:
  - In the holy war! Victory will be ours! Forward, Russian flag, glory to the fallen heroes!
  And again the lethal cannon roars, and sounds:
  "No one can stop us, no one can defeat us! The Russian wolves are crushing the enemy, they have a powerful hand, you know!"
  Maria, this girl with golden hair, directs the tank and squeals:
  - Let's crush the fascists hard!
  The Germans are having a hard time, and fighting is also raging in the skies. But for now, the Yak-9 is too inferior in speed and armament to the German marks. Therefore, the battle is uneven.
  This remarkable ace pilot, Marcel, had quite a career during the war. More accurately, a remarkable and fantastic one. After shooting down 150 aircraft, he received the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Silver Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds. After shooting down 400 aircraft, he received the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Golden Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds. For 500 aircraft, he received the Order of the German Eagle with Diamonds, and after 750, he received the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Platinum Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds. And after shooting down 1,000 aircraft, he received the Grand Cross of the Knight's Cross.
  This unique pilot achieved numerous aerial victories, and while he was still alive. Marcel had recently been promoted to the rank of general. But he still flew as a private pilot.
  As the saying goes, neither can it burn in fire nor sink in water. Over the many years of war, Marcel developed a hunter's instinct. He became an extremely legendary and very popular pilot.
  But he had another strong competitor: Agave and Albina, who had also each surpassed the thousand-kill mark. And Agave was catching up very quickly with Marseille. And she was still very young, and hadn't yet lost a single fighter.
  The girl pressed down on the pedals with her bare, chiseled feet and fired a burst of cannon fire. And four Soviet IL-2 aircraft were shot down.
  Agave giggles and says:
  - We're all bitches to some extent! But I have nerves of steel!
  And again, the girl turns around. She shoots down seven Soviet aircraft with a single burst-six Pe-2s and one Tu-3-and squeals:
  - I'm generally, if not super, then hyper!
  Agave is definitely a bitch. Lucifer's aviator. A very beautiful honey blonde.
  Here he fires another burst and shoots down eight Soviet Yak-9 aircraft at once and beeps:
  - I am the most creative and reactive!
  The girl really isn't stupid. She can do anything, and she's skilled at everything. You can't call her ordinary.
  And your legs are so tanned, so graceful...
  And here's Mirabela fighting against her... For a long time, Pokryshkin was the top Soviet ace. He earned five gold Hero of the USSR stars, shooting down 127 aircraft. But then he died. After that, no one could break his record. Except for Anastasia Vedmakova and Akulina Orlova. And only recently, Mirabela, flying a tattered Yak-9T, surpassed Kozhedub. And having shot down over 180 aircraft, she became a seven-time Hero of the USSR.
  What a terminator girl! Someone like her could stop a galloping horse and enter a burning hut.
  Or even cooler.
  Mirabela had a difficult life. She ended up in a juvenile labor colony. Barefoot and wearing a gray uniform, she chopped down trees and sawed trunks. She was so strong and healthy. In the bitter cold, she walked barefoot and in prison pajamas. And she never sneezed even once.
  Of course, this phenomenon also made its mark on the front lines. Mirabela fought in the infantry for a long time, and then became a pilot. Mirabela's first baptism of fire occurred in the Battle of Moscow, where she was sent immediately after her colony. And there she proved herself a real tough guy.
  She fought barefoot and nearly naked in the bitter cold that literally paralyzed the Wehrmacht. Such a damned, yet invincible girl she was. And she succeeded resoundingly.
  Mirabella believed in a quick Soviet victory. But time passes. The casualties continue to mount, and victory remains elusive. And things are getting really scary.
  Mirabela dreams of victories and achievements. She has seven USSR stars - more than anyone else! And damn it, she deserves her awards! And she will continue to bear the cross of war. Even if Stalin is eventually killed, his legacy lives on!
  A girl comes in and hangs out... She shoots down the newest German HE-162 and squeals:
  - Top-notch performance! And a brand new crew!
  Really, she's a cool girl. A real cobra is capable of a lot.
  Mirabela is a new star...
  The fighting continues for several days, until a new week dawns and July 8, 1944... A Soviet IS-2 tank has sustained damage to its rollers and tracks, but is being repaired. Such is the cruel and merciless nature of war. And how much longer will it last?
  And now Gerda has surpassed Knisel and Wittmann in the number of tanks destroyed.
  How could they not? They fight barefoot and in bikinis. The girls paused again, tormenting the Soviet children a bit more. And now they were approaching the three hundred tank kills. And they could count on an unprecedented reward: the star of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with silver oak leaves, swords, and diamonds.
  These are some girls!
  Gerda shoots at a Soviet vehicle, knocking its turret off and screaming:
  - I'm a damn creature!
  And fires again. Penetrates the T-34-85. And beeps:
  - Homeland Germany!
  The girl is twitching. And she's very active... Yes, she has such a strategic streak. It's already mid-July 1944... The war drags on and on... Refusing to stop. The Red Army is trying to advance in various places. But rather cautiously, as there are few manpower resources left.
  And Russia is bleeding.
  For example, Hans Feuer. He was the youngest person to be awarded the Iron Cross First Class. He later became the youngest person to be awarded the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross for capturing a Soviet general.
  Yes, this is actually very cool.
  And the boys show themselves to be extremely cool.
  Hans Feuer is a desperate fighter. The boy fights like a giant, in cold and heat, in summer and winter, wearing only shorts.
  The child throws grenades with his bare toes and becomes legendary.
  This is really really cool!
  Hans became famous for centuries! Even if only as an antihero!
  And in general, the war going on here is so incredible and intense... Any AI fades into insignificance.
  Agave is back in the sky, shooting down Soviet aircraft. She's a hunter and a predator. She strikes down the enemy.
  The vehicles she shot down fall. And then the girl fires at the ground forces. She knocks out an IS-2. And laughs:
  - I'm the best! I'm the girl who kills enemies!
  And again, the focus shifts to aerial targets. This is a tank destroyer, a fighter against all flying and shooting vehicles.
  But here's the little E-5 tank. A seven-ton machine. It's undergoing combat trials. And it's tearing at the enemy.
  And it's time to sing - no one will stop us or defeat us!
  The E-5 rushes along, firing as it goes. And there's no stopping a tank like that. And the shells ricochet.
  And inside the car sits a ten-year-old boy, Friedrich, and squeals:
  - And I will be a real super fighter!
  And again, he fired... And it hit the very center of the turret. And its killing power, despite its small caliber, is colossal.
  And in the sky, Helga fights. A barefoot girl in a bikini scores, and rejoices in her fantastic success.
  With his bare toes he points at the Soviet vehicle and sets it on fire, causing a whole combat kit with shells to explode.
  This is cool and crazy.
  And Agave rushes forward... And also fights.
  It's already August 1944... The Red Army hasn't been able to achieve any success anywhere. But the Germans, too, can't make any significant advances. Now the fearsome underground tanks are entering the fray. But they're purely tactical.
  The girls rushed underground, destroyed a battery of Soviet guns and returned back.
  They captured a couple of young Pioneers. The girls stripped the captured boys and began torturing them. They beat the Pioneers with wire, then burned their bare heels with fire. Then they began breaking their toes with red-hot pincers. The boys howled in excruciating pain. Finally, the girls burned stars into their chests with a red-hot iron and crushed their male genitals with their boots. This was the final blow, and the Pioneers died from shock.
  The girls, in short, showed extraordinary skill. But once again, the Germans failed to achieve anything significant.
  Powerful self-propelled guns, the "Sturmmaus," shelled Soviet positions, causing widespread destruction and annihilation. But a Soviet attack aircraft knocked out one of the vehicles, and the Nazis retreated.
  Saratov was still holding out in August 1944. However, the Germans managed to capture the city of Uralsk in Kazakhstan and moved towards Orenburg.
  Here are Albina and Alvina in the air again, this time on an experimental flying saucer. They navigate using their bare toes, pressing joystick buttons, and they do it with remarkable dexterity.
  The girls, of course, demonstrate top-notch aerobatics. They yanked their disc, and a dozen Soviet flying machines were shot down.
  Albina chirps:
  - Furious construction team! There will be a meteor shower!
  And he turns his car around again. And the girls destroy the Red Army. And thoroughly...
  Alvina also shoots down a dozen Soviet planes and squeals:
  - Crazy girls, and not at all virgins!
  That last part is true. Their couple had plenty of fun with men. And they did all sorts of things. Girls loved men-they enjoyed it! Especially if they used their tongues.
  A girl of the highest order... They tortured the young pioneer... First, they stripped him naked and poured a couple of buckets of water down his throat. Then they held a hot iron to his swollen belly. And how they scorched him! The young pioneer screamed in savage pain... It smelled like burning.
  Alvina hit him on the side with a hot wire. And how she laughed... It was really funny.
  After which she sang:
  - I'm tired of defending my rear - I want to tease my happiness!
  And how she laughs! And bares her pearly teeth! This girl loves to kill, what a girl!
  And the girl's feet are all bare and graceful. She really loves walking barefoot on the coals. And chasing the captured pioneers. They squeal so much when their heels are fried. Even Alvina finds it very funny. And Albina is also a girl, frankly speaking - superb! How she'll elbow her opponent in the chin. And squeal:
  - I'm a top-notch girl!
  And she'll bare her pearly teeth, which sparkle as if polished. And the warrior is impressive! She can do things that no fairy tale could describe, nor can a pen describe!
  Both warriors, Soviet Yaks, Laggs, Peshkas, and Ils, are shot down from the sky. These beauties are active. There's not a shadow of doubt in them. And such wild and ecstatic beauty.
  The warriors control the joystick with their bare toes and attack Russian aircraft. They crush fighter jets, like a club against crystal. The girls are merciless and relentless. They emit the force of anger and the flame of passion. And they are confident of victory. Even though the war with the USSR has been going on for four years, it doesn't want to end. Albina and Alvina are at the peak of their popularity. And they refuse to retreat or stop for a moment. They keep moving and ramming the enemy.
  Albina, shooting down Soviet planes, squeals:
  - The girl is tired of crying, I"d rather drown my bast shoe!
  And how she bares her teeth and flashes her pearly teeth. And how she wants a man right now. She loves raping men. She even enjoys it very much. She'll just go and rape you.
  Albina roars:
  Sex girls is sex,
  Let's sing for great progress!
  And the warrior bursts out laughing... And starts killing all her enemies again. She has plenty of energy. And her muscles are full of strength.
  And Alvina roared:
  - We'll smash the enemy to pieces!
  And the warrior will burst into laughter! And she imagined the guys groping her. But it's frankly pleasant, to say the least.
  September is just around the corner... The sun shines less and less. On the first day of autumn, Russian boys run barefoot through the freshly fallen snow in northern Russia. They laugh, grin, and give the Germans the finger.
  Young Pioneers with red ties, short haircuts, some completely bald. They run, bouncing along. Their bare feet are barely cold. They've become very rough. Girls run too, also barefoot. Their pink, round heels sparkle in the sun. Wonderful Soviet girls. Slender, athletic, accustomed to making do with little.
  And they keep grinning at themselves... The first day of autumn is a real joy and a thirst for light and creation!
  And there's a dogfight in the sky. Mirabela, the number one Soviet pilot, is among the first to shoot down another German plane. And as always, she's wearing nothing but a bikini. Eternally youthful and unfading. Such is the spiritual strength hidden within her.
  Mirabella, however, also loves it when men touch her. She really enjoys it. That's what she's a pilot for... When a girl's naked, muscular body is kneaded by men's hands, it's a real treat. And great pleasure!
  Mirabella knocks down another Hitlerite car and hisses:
  - I'm an armored bitch!
  The girl even pounds her bare, round heels on the control panel. She's magnificent. And inimitable.
  Mirabella twists free. And Agave flies towards her. Finally, two of the most effective female warriors-pilots have met. They fire at each other in a spin. Trying to get a shot at each other from a distance. But it's not quite working. Both beauties fly off the firing line. And they bare their teeth aggressively. What bitches they are. They stare hard into each other's eyes. More precisely, they lock eyes and fire again. The German ME-262X is, after all, better armed than the Yak-9T, and the Soviet aircraft is shot down...
  But Mirabela manages to eject, losing her first aircraft in her flying career. The worst part is, she ended up in enemy territory. And that's just too bad. Such are the twists of fate. And on September 1, 1944, already in the fifth year of World War II, the world changes, but the Führer's reign in this alternate history game remains.
  Saratov is finally abandoned by Soviet troops, and the Wehrmacht army approaches Kuibyshev.
  Fierce fighting is also taking place for Orenburg.
  There, barefoot Tamara fights, throwing explosive packages at enemies, pushing them with her bare heels and squealing:
  - Glory to the land of communism!
  Veronica shoots at her opponents. She throws an explosive packet with her bare toes and shouts:
  - For the ideas of communism!
  Victoria, shooting at her opponents like Robin Hood in a bikini, chirps, throwing bombs at the enemy with her bare toes and howling:
  - Glory to the times of communism!
  Olya, shooting at the enemy and mowing them down with a sickle, took and chirped:
  - For the greatness of the Soviet state and great glory!
  And with bare toes he will again throw an explosive package of colossal, destructive force.
  Larisa, firing at the fascists, squealed:
  - My country Russia, you are forever given by God under the blue sky!
  And winks at his partners...
  Agafya, shooting at the Nazis, purred:
  Orenburg will never surrender! We will stand against the enemies of the Fatherland!
  The girls are tough and intend to fight truly until the very last drop of blood.
  Orenburg was still holding out. But on September 3, 1944, the assault on Kuibyshev began. And of course, this was not good for the USSR.
  Alenka shoots at the fascists and screams:
  - For communism in the country of Soviets!
  And again, with his bare foot, he will launch a grenade of destructive power.
  Anyuta fires at her opponents and squeals:
  - We will defend Kuibyshev!
  And with his bare toes he throws a large, lethal explosive package.
  And will tear apart a mass of enemies.
  Alla, shooting at the Fritzes, chirps and shakes her chest:
  - For the cosmic heights of Polesia!
  And with his bare heel he will launch a grenade to destroy and cause the total death of all the Fritze aggressors.
  Maria, shooting at the fascists and throwing her bare foot at the paralyzing power of the Fritzes, squealed:
  - Board!
  And the girl will laugh out loud!
  Marusya, shooting at the fascist chains and throwing a destructive grenade with her bare toes, chirped:
  - Glory to communism and victories!
  Matryona remarked with a smile, sending another deadly burst and mowing down the Fritzes:
  - The Motherland is sacred!
  The girls fight like warriors.
  The test of the flying saucer was initially successful, but then it failed.
  So Albina and Alvina were now fighting again in the ME-309, a vehicle very convenient for their style.
  The girls fired at Soviet planes and squealed:
  - An outstanding park, and electronic spaghetti!
  Albina fired a well-aimed burst at the enemy, knocked down a Soviet vehicle, aiming it with her bare foot and squealed:
  - My first move will be fatal to the enemy!
  Alvina also fired at the enemy. She cut him down thoroughly and, baring her teeth, said:
  - Communism is my destiny!
  And with her bare toes she hit her next target.
  The girls are still fighting in the old aircraft. Propeller-driven fighters are still in production. Moreover, jet fighters still need to be adapted to, and an entire infrastructure needs to be developed for them. And that's not an easy task.
  Albina, shooting at Soviet vehicles, logically noted:
  - I will create the era of communism and lead the empire to the stars!
  And with his bare heel he presses down on the pedals.
  Alvina, firing at the Russian vehicles, piercing them right through, squealed:
  - Our goal is Aryan communism!
  Once again, the warrior used her bare toes. And she acted very quickly.
  When both girls returned, having exhausted their combat gear, they allowed themselves to be washed in the bathhouse. Handsome men beat them with birch branches. Albina, stretching, remarked:
  - Men are still needed!
  Alvina agreed with this:
  - Of course they are! Although we women are much more beautiful!
  Albina burst out laughing and chirped:
  - Why does a woman need a man so that she has someone to beat up!
  The girls, of course, agree with this.
  Helga with the TA-152 fired at Soviet tanks and pierced them through, grinning:
  - Glory to Kaiser communism!
  And the girl laughed.
  Agava is in the skies hunting for Soviet aircraft. The Yak-9, the simplest aircraft to produce, is increasingly visible in the skies. This aircraft, however, is not all that weak. The T-model is armed with a 37-millimeter cannon and can give a nasty sting to a Fritz.
  Agava fires from a distance on his ME-262 and hums through his nose:
  - I am the wisest in the world, I kill my enemies in the toilet!
  And winks at his angels in the sky.
  But here Mirabella is again in the air. This girl, despite all the losses, is not disheartened.
  And he even begins to sing, composing as he goes;
  I joined the Komsomol while playing,
  Beautiful girl of dreams....
  I thought the world would be an eternal May,
  Every day is the birthday of spring!
  
  But for some reason it didn't work out,
  Somehow I'm not given the ability to fall in love...
  Well, tell me guys, please,
  Life is a very strong oar!
  
  Suddenly the war thundered,
  And a hurricane of death swept...
  And my girl's strong body,
  You can put yourself in danger at once!
  
  I don't want to give up, believe me,
  Fight for the Fatherland to the end...
  We carry grenades in a strong backpack,
  Stalin replaced his father in our hearts!
  
  The warriors are great of Russia.
  We can protect the world and order...
  The stars of the sky watered the velvet,
  And the hunter turned into the game!
  
  I'm a barefoot girl fighting,
  Full of temptation and love...
  There will be, I know a place in this paradise,
  You can't build happiness on blood!
  
  Great warriors of the Fatherland,
  We will fight firmly near Moscow...
  And then the dream under communism,
  Against the underworld with Satan!
  
  Brave Russian guys,
  That they fight fair until the end...
  They're firing from a machine gun,
  If necessary, from a gold crown!
  
  Even a bullet won't stop us,
  Jesus the great God is risen...
  The days of the predatory dragon are over,
  It became even brighter from the sky!
  
  I love you, my dear Lada,
  The supreme God Svarog will be glorified...
  We must fight for Russia,
  The best White God is with us!
  
  Don't bring the Russians to their knees,
  Believe me, our flesh cannot be tamed...
  Stalin and the great Lenin are with us,
  You also have to pass this exam!
  
  The pain of the Fatherland is also in our hearts,
  We believe in her greatness...
  We quickly open the door to space,
  Life will be very sweet!
  
  We are barefoot beautiful girls,
  We run so briskly through the snowdrifts...
  We don't need this bitter vodka,
  The cherub spreads its wings!
  
  We girls will stand up for our Fatherland,
  And we will answer the Fritzes, no to the evil ones,
  The hellish Cain will be destroyed,
  And greetings to Christ the Savior!
  
  There will be an era - there is no better one,
  The dead will rise again forever...
  The universe will become a real paradise,
  May all people's dreams come true!
  CHAPTER No. 11.
  September 1944 was marked by fierce battles... The Fritzes managed to encircle Kuibyshev and Orenburg, and therefore these cities were doomed, but despite all the difficulties they fought.
  The girls demonstrated extraordinary resilience... In early October, the Nazis, not yet having taken Kuibyshev, attacked Penza. And fighting erupted for that city as well.
  Natasha and her team fought there.
  The girl threw a grenade with her bare, graceful foot and cooed:
  - For the Russian spirit.
  After which Zoya fired her bazooka, knocking out a German Lev-2 tank.
  The Germans slowed down a bit... The Panthers and T-4s were removed from service. But for now, these vehicles are still in service. The Panther is indeed a good tank destroyer, and fairly well protected from the front. But its sides are its problem. Then again, the Panther-2 is also protected from the sides, not particularly well. But it can withstand most of the guns.
  Development of the E series is underway... The E-75 tank promises to be a next-generation vehicle with well-protected sides. The Germans are counting on this. The goal is to create a tank that is not too heavy, fast, and well-protected. The first attempt at this was the Maus, but experience showed that this tank was excessively heavy. The E-100 was already being developed as a replacement. This tank had a more compact layout and a lower silhouette. Overall, its weight, compared to the Maus, was reduced to 130 to 140 tons. The sides were set at rational angles. The thickness of the sides, including the screens, reached 210 millimeters. The armament is the same as the Maus: a 128-millimeter gun and a 75-millimeter gun with a short barrel. The Germans installed a more powerful engine, producing 1,500 horsepower, and the tank could travel at forty kilometers per hour on the highway.
  Which is generally satisfactory. The E-100 is still too heavy a tank, though. But it has excellent armament and protection.
  Its combat qualities may have been decent, but transporting the tank, and transporting it, remained problematic. Experience showed that, for a tank to be transported with relative ease over roads and bridges, it could weigh no more than eighty tons.
  So Hitler set a limit on the E-75, keeping it within this weight while still creating a vehicle with reliable protection. For this reason, the 75mm gun was abandoned. The layout was designed to be as compact as possible: a single unit with the engine and transmission, mounted transversely, and the gearbox mounted on the engine. Then, perhaps, the result would be a tank protected from all sides and not too heavy.
  Hitler, in general, was not entirely satisfied with the German vehicles. Although the Lev-2 was arguably more advanced, its 105-millimeter gun was excessive against Soviet tanks and insufficient for firing at unarmored targets. The Panther-2, while generally satisfactory in terms of armament and frontal protection, still lacked side armor, and its performance was satisfactory.
  The Fuhrer demanded the creation of a tank that would satisfy the military in all respects.
  But this isn't so easy to achieve. The only way to do this is to compact the layout as much as possible, lighten the chassis with special bogies and springs, and move some parts outside the hull. And position the crew practically prone.
  Such a development could have proven quite promising. The first E-75 tank, unified with the E-50, could have weighed no more than seventy tons, and it would have been a formidable machine.
  Elizaveta fought in a T-34-85 tank and wasn't entirely satisfied with its protection. The armor, brittle due to a lack of alloying elements, didn't offer much protection.
  Elizabeth shot out with her bare toes and roared, baring her teeth:
  - I'm a space shrew.
  Catherine lashed out at the enemy, hitting him in the side and hissing, baring her teeth:
  - For communism in the USSR!
  Elena also fired very actively, aiming at the enemy, and hit him with deadly force, and considering the fact that her legs were bare, she wheezed:
  - For the constitution of victory!
  Euphrasia fired at the enemy, precisely using her bare toes, and squealed:
  - We are loyal to Svarog and Stalin for the greatness of the country!
  These girls are such fighters here. They have the most outstanding team.
  Some T-34-85 tanks were equipped with bulletproof protection, significantly reducing their weight. The vehicle's speed and maneuverability increased. But now it could be defeated by anti-tank rifles, large-caliber machine guns, and many types of grenades. Aircraft cannons can penetrate completely. However, this type of tank is even simpler to manufacture, cheaper, and increases its speed.
  If girls are driving this car, they won't let you get into it.
  Elizabeth, a swift girl of colossal destructive power, logically noted:
  - You can't replace valor with armor!
  Ekaterina agreed with this:
  - Yes, that's right, that way you won't get caught!
  And how you burst out laughing...
  The girls are incredibly charming. And when they do beat down their enemies, they do it aggressively and thoroughly.
  After their tank had used up its combat kit and gone to replenish its supplies, Elena asked her friends:
  - So, girls, what do you think, do we have a chance of defeating the Third Reich?
  Ekaterina answered confidently:
  - As Vasily Terkin said... We came to beat, not to count!
  Elizabeth corrected:
  - That's what Suvorov said!
  And the girl, with her bare toes, took a piece of newspaper and rolled it into a cigarette. She found it funny.
  Euphrasiya sang, swaying her body:
  - I'm a space terminator girl,
  It will be very painful for the Fritzes - cultivator!
  And how the warrior laughs!
  The girls decided to play cards. It's funny. And the losers do push-ups and squats.
  Elena, during the game, noted:
  "Seriously, we have no real chance of winning! The Caucasus has fallen and we're losing!"
  Catherine threw the card with her bare foot, beating her opponent and squeaked:
  - But we have a secret weapon!
  The warrior burst out laughing and threw the map with her bare toes as well.
  Elizabeth noted with a sigh:
  - We really only have one hope left - a new secret weapon!
  Euphrasia whined, throwing the card with the bare toes of her graceful feet:
  - We can"t do without a secret weapon!
  And the girls sang in chorus:
  - Our sword burns with fire, we will cut down our enemies! We are warriors of the USSR!
  The warriors are really in a fighting mood.
  But the forces were too unequal... In mid-October, Kuibyshev finally fell...
  The Germans managed to capture a key defensive objective. But the rains began to pour... There was hope for a pause in the autumn.
  However, fighting continued in the sky.
  Three Soviet pilots: Mirabela, Anastasia, Akulina fought with wild enthusiasm.
  Mirabella, shooting down a Nazi in flight, in her outdated but formidable Yak-9 T, sang:
  - There will be an era, the era of communism!
  Anastasia, pressing her bare toes on the trigger, confirmed, baring her teeth:
  - I will fly into the sky with a song!
  And she winked at her friends.
  Akulina crushed another German by pressing her bare, round heel on the pedal and said:
  - For the glory of the USSR!
  The girls, I must say, are truly fighters.
  Mirabella, shooting down a fascist ME-262 with a 37-mm cannon, chirped:
  - Glory to communism!
  Anastasia, cutting off the Nazi with a well-aimed attack and sawing through the enemy, yelped:
  - Glory to the red universe!
  Akulina is a very feisty girl; she knocked out a German car and whistled and growled:
  - For communism in the country of Soviets!
  The warriors must be noted to be of colossal coolness.
  Albina, Alvina, and Agava, on the other hand, are collecting their scores. And the girls are also fighting barefoot and in bikinis.
  How funny it is when girls are almost naked on airplanes.
  Albina knocks down several Soviet cars with her bare toes and squeals:
  -For the Aryan brotherhood!
  Alvina also fights the Red Army, and she does it courageously. She aims aircraft cannons with her bare toes and cuts down Soviet aircraft, screaming:
  - For bright ideas!
  Agava also shoots down Soviet fighters and attack aircraft, literally crushing them and roaring:
  - For the victories of the Third Reich!
  And the girls aren't averse to subjecting their opponents to cruel torture. Especially handsome boys.
  Albina, while roasting the pioneer"s heels over a fire, once noted:
  - Boys fried and with pepper are so delicious!
  And how he laughs. And sticks out his tongue!
  Alvina noticed this, baring her teeth:
  - The boy is fried in the oven, very tasty with garlic!
  Agave knocked down a pair of Soviet fighters with her bare toes and yelped:
  - We are space shrews!
  And she winked at her friends. She was a girl of rare, feisty stature.
  Albina, shooting down planes with her bare, graceful, chiseled feet, noted:
  - It"s impossible to understand Russia with your mind; how can you choose people like Stalin as your rulers?
  Alvina noted aggressively, baring her teeth and shooting with her bare toes:
  - And our Hitler is no better!
  Agave giggled as she knocked down Soviet vehicles with her bare toes and noted:
  "Adolf is certainly possessed! But at the same time, how much he's already conquered is beyond measure!"
  The girls are extremely combative and aggressive.
  And so they roasted two boys alive at once over a fire. They impaled them on a steel stake and started roasting them, while they screamed and writhed. Then, while the boys were still rattling, all the girls in the squadron began running up to the roasted pioneers, cutting off pieces of their flesh and eating them.
  And it was very tasty, especially if you pepper the still-living boys while frying.
  Agave, for example, ate the boy's thigh with great relish. The girls had done a fantastic job. All that was left of both boys were bones and entrails. The young liver was especially delicious. The girls gobbled it up with great relish.
  And now they are fighting in the sky...
  Orenburg fell at the end of October...
  The Germans have approached Ufa. It's already quite cold and snowing.
  Tamara and her team are fighting the Nazis on the outskirts of Ufa. The German infantry, composed of black soldiers recruited from French and Belgian colonies, is attacking.
  They literally fill all approaches with corpses.
  Tamara fires a burst, throws a grenade with her bare foot and squeals:
  - The era of communism will be glorified for centuries, I believe Stalin will be our firm hand.
  Veronica, shooting, says:
  - Don't break the USSR!
  And with his bare heel he throws up an explosive package.
  Anfisa, shooting at the Nazis and throwing another message of death with her bare toes, notes:
  - The greatness of communism is with us!
  Victoria, firing at the enemy and mowing down the Nazis, throwing a grenade with her bare feet, squeals:
  - Long live the great Fatherland!
  Olympiada is firing. And then this powerful girl hurls a whole box of explosives at the fascists and roars:
  - Glory to our space Motherland!
  And the girls will all scream in unison.
  - For the USSR! There will be a pioneer!
  The Red Army's female warriors fought in battle. And when it snowed, they still fought barefoot and in bikinis.
  In early November, the Nazis began their assault on Ulyanovsk, the city where Lenin was born and where Stenka Razin was seriously wounded. It is the capital of Russian cities.
  Alenka fights the fascists. And she sings to herself, throwing grenades at the Nazis with her bare feet:
  - Glory to Russia, glory...
  Tanks rush forward...
  Division in red shirts,
  Greetings to the Russian people!
  Anyuta, firing at the enemies and mowing them down, and then launching explosive packets of sawdust with her bare toes, yelped:
  - For Stalin's communism!
  And she fired a burst at a whole line of black warriors, mowing them down.
  Alla, shooting at her opponents and using her bare toes to throw lethal grenades, squeaked:
  - For Mother Russia!
  Maria, firing at the fascists and using her bare toes to throw gifts of death at the enemy, snapped back and noted:
  - For space communism!
  Matryona, shooting at the Nazis and mowing down the enemy, said:
  - For a change in the battle!
  Marusya, while beating the Fritzes and striking them to death, took it and aggressively squealed, grinding them into powder:
  - For victories of the highest order!
  And with her bare foot she threw a grenade of deadly force.
  The girls here are so cool and energetic.
  Alenka, shooting and mowing down enemies, and throwing grenades with her bare toes, squeaked:
  - May the greatness of communism be with us!
  And the girl took it and knocked out the German tank with great aplomb.
  Here's another modification of the Lev-2 tank, armed with an 88-millimeter gun. The turret is narrower, and the tank is smaller, weighing in at fifty-five tons, with an engine capable of 1,200 horsepower with forced throttle. A fast German machine.
  But he doesn't bother the warrior.
  Alla threw a grenade with her bare foot and squeaked:
  - For communism!
  Anyuta threw the deadly gift of death with her bare toes and cooed:
  - To new frontiers!
  And the girl started whistling. And the German Lev-2 tank just flipped over, and the wheels literally went flying.
  Maria, shooting at the Nazis, sang:
  - And the battle continues again,
  And my heart feels uneasy in my chest...
  And Lenin is so young -
  And young October is ahead!
  Matryona, firing at the enemy and mowing down their ranks, threw a grenade with her bare foot and chirped:
  - The first step is important in life!
  Marusya, knocking out the fascists, squealed:
  - Do you see again above the Earth, whirlwinds of furious attacks!
  And these are such unbending warriors.
  But the forces are still unequal. Penza has already fallen. And the Nazis are storming Saransk.
  There is not much left to the city of Gorky.
  On November 7, 1944, Stalin held another parade in Moscow. Even if it wasn't a victory parade.
  However, the Nazis bombed Moscow for the first time with V-2 ballistic missiles. At the same time, the city was bombed by jet aircraft, including Arado bombers. This action greatly shocked everyone. The V-2 missiles flew at a high trajectory and fell suddenly, not even properly detected by radar.
  There was much destruction and disaster. Soviet soldiers were killed during the parade.
  Stalin held an emergency meeting in an underground bunker that could withstand even a direct hit from an atomic bomb.
  Chief of the General Staff Vasilevsky noted with alarm:
  "The Germans have developed a new weapon of great destructive power. And our radars didn't detect it..."
  Stalin roared, angrily stamping his boot heels:
  - What idiots you are! You couldn't see such a surprise!
  Marshal Vasilevsky noted:
  - There was something, Comrade Stalin...
  Beria immediately reported:
  "These are A-5 class missiles. Don't worry, Comrade Stalin. They carry only eight hundred kilograms of aminolone, but cost as much as a good jet bomber. The Germans produced a couple dozen of these missiles, but they never went into production, as jet aircraft are both cheaper and more practical for bombing."
  Stalin, having calmed down, remarked:
  - So it's not an effective weapon? Very good!
  Beria noted with a sigh:
  "But jet bombers are a serious problem. We must fight them, Comrade Stalin!"
  Marshal Zhukov proposed:
  - Maybe we should just make our own missiles. I mean surface-to-air missiles. What, control them by radio and shoot down planes?
  Voznesensky noted:
  "It takes time to create such missiles! It's much easier to build very cheap planes out of wood, fill them with explosives, and ram the enemy. That would be kamikaze-style!"
  Stalin nodded in agreement:
  "Yes, kamikaze planes must be used. That's our chance, although in reality, such an attack only prolongs the Red Army's agony."
  Something more effective must be found!
  Yakovlev replied with a sigh:
  "Work on new aircraft is underway, Comrade Stalin. But for now, we're focused on maintaining maximum production. All reserves are being deployed, and children as young as ten are being put to work at machine tools. Full mobilization, both total and super-total."
  Stalin roared:
  - We need to do much more! What you're doing is far too little!
  Molotov said with a sigh:
  "We're still having trouble contacting our allies. It looks like we're alone. I tried to negotiate with the Japanese... They're demanding territory up to the Urals, which is unacceptable."
  Stalin growled:
  - We need to strike Japan in the winter, but what about Leningrad?
  Zhukov said, baring his teeth:
  The attack on Petrozavodsk wasn't as successful as expected. Sweden entered the war on the side of the Third Reich, and we had to contend with a much larger force. So, we couldn't immediately launch an offensive, and the enemy, bringing up Wehrmacht units, repelled our onslaught. Leningrad is completely besieged and completely hemmed in. I believe the entire population will die out by spring due to total starvation. And the fall of Leningrad will be inevitable.
  Resupplying it by air is practically impossible. The enemy completely dominates the skies. The Germans even award the Knight's Cross now, just for shooting down a hundred aircraft.
  Stalin growled angrily:
  - The offensive has failed!
  Zhukov nodded:
  "Many railways are destroyed, and we have concentrated too few forces. And we must give credit to the Finns and Swedes; they are staunch in defense. But that's not all. The Germans have also bypassed Murmansk. Now the city is surrounded. We don't know what to do!"
  Stalin growled:
  - Unblock!
  Zhukov objected:
  - We don't have the strength for this! And the enemy could seize the entire Karelian Peninsula!
  Stalin ordered:
  "Bring up your forces and relieve the blockade! The Germans aren't as strong in winter. We'll be able to put pressure on them!"
  Vasilevsky noted:
  - We must prevent deep breakthroughs, and then our enemy's forces will overcome us!
  Stalin roared:
  - We will fight for communism!
  Voznesensky reported more cheerful news:
  The SU-100 is already in the metal and ready for mass production. The chassis is based on the T-34, making it fairly simple to manufacture. The shell for the new gun is practically ready. So, the SU-100 is already appearing on the front lines. Tomorrow, the first vehicle will be heading to the front!
  Stalin nodded approvingly:
  "At least that's good news! But the T-34-85 shouldn't be taken out of production just yet. Furthermore, the armor needs to be thinned and the weight reduced to twenty tons. Combat has shown it won't get any worse!"
  Voznesensky noted:
  "And you can make armor out of wood! We produce a hundred of these tanks a day, even more than the Nazis. But the Fritzes can easily knock out our vehicles, even with light anti-tank rifles."
  Zhukov noted:
  - Gerda's there. She's such a tough woman! She's knocked out a lot of our tanks and guns.
  Stalin nodded:
  - We need to capture her and fry her bare heels. She's one tough chick!
  Zhukov agreed:
  - We must capture it! And we will crush the fascists!
  Beria nodded and muttered:
  - Let's carry out a similar special operation!
  Stalin noted with a sigh:
  - This is a great idea, but... There is still some finishing touches to be done!
  Beria roared:
  - Let's catch them all!
  Stalin shook his head:
  - No... Killing heroes is wrong! I want Gerda brought to me! It's urgent!
  Beria noted:
  - Alive?
  Stalin readily confirmed:
  - Of course, alive!
  Beria gurgled, puffing out his cheeks:
  - Everything impossible is possible, I know for sure!
  Several girls in short skirts and bare legs appeared. They carried glasses of wine and winked at the GKO members.
  Zhdanov noted:
  - We need more girls in the army! They'll bring order there!
  Stalin stated:
  - I award Anastasia, Mirabela, and Akulina the "Order of Glory Star" with diamonds! Glory to the USSR!
  Everyone shouted in unison:
  - Glory to the heroes!
  And they clapped their hands.
  One of the girls bowed and knelt down, kissing Stalin's boots.
  The Supreme Commander poured wine on her and roared:
  - Our strength is our fist!
  Beria chirped:
  - Hitler is a fool!
  Stalin objected:
  - Not a fool, but the embodiment of cunning!
  And everyone applauded again.
  CHAPTER 12
  The city of Ulyanovsk was completely surrounded, but so far it was holding out... It was already the end of November, and snow and frost were falling. The Germans weren't exactly eager to advance, and were still just shooting.
  The weather in the air isn't exactly perfect for flying. But the girls are still fighting and showing feats of bravery.
  Gerda and her crew are in a Panther-2. But the Panther-3 tank is due to arrive soon, and the warrior really wants to fight in it.
  In the meantime, she is firing at Soviet positions.
  She aimed the gun at the target with her bare foot and fired. She destroyed a Soviet T-34 and chirped:
  - For holy Prussia!
  Charlotte also fired her cannon, pierced the Soviet howitzer and squealed:
  - Our happiness for centuries!
  Christina also fired, hitting the enemy with her bare foot and croaked:
  - To guys like you who are worthy of us!
  Magda also fired very accurately, chirping:
  - For the Greatness of the Empire!
  And Elizaveta's four fighters are fighting in the newest SU-100.
  The girls have mastered the new self-propelled gun and are shooting.
  Elizabeth kicked with her bare toes and began to sing;
  The fascist executioner tears out shoulders,
  Here is a rack, tongs, and drills at hand!
  He wants to cripple the body and soul,
  A worthless monster, but he looks cool!
  
  He promises money, steamships at sea,
  What even a title can give!
  In fact, it will put you on the spending spree,
  After all, for him you are just a corpse and game!
  
  He wants to know about our business,
  What new chains for the poor!
  Therefore, he will generously drive the lag,
  To forget father and even mother!
  
  But we will serve our Motherland strongly,
  We cannot be broken by the cruelty of the executioner!
  The branch will bend from a gust of wind,
  And the cry of naked babies is heard!
  
  Yes, I lost the first difficult round,
  But the Almighty will give us a chance to win back!
  And then I will knock out the enemy myself,
  My fist will give the bastard a hard jaw!
  
  My homeland gives me such strength,
  That it is possible to overcome pain and all tortures!
  And get out of this bottomless grave,
  So that the angry bear doesn't eat you!
  
  Just a little more and salvation is near -
  We will achieve victory over the enemy!
  To live under the cover of the light of communism,
  Let the sun flood the house with gold!
  And the girls sang and fired from a new, lethal cannon. They are extremely formidable warriors.
  Elena noted with a chuckle:
  - Communism will be built, we believe in it!
  Catherine agreed with this statement:
  - Let's build communism, and there will be triumph!
  Euphrasia took it and gurgled, firing with the help of her bare toes, and hitting the Panther.
  After which the warrior squeaked:
  - Oh, communism, communism! Sophism will be severely suppressed!
  And the Panther was hit head-on and from a distance.
  These are the girls who can't be broken so easily.
  December is already approaching... The Japanese have almost ceased military operations due to the cold weather.
  But in the sky, despite the winter weather, fighting is still going on.
  Here Toshiba and Toyota, two Japanese pilots, are fighting like desperate thieves.
  Toshiba shoots down Soviet planes with his bare toes and shouts at the top of his lungs:
  - I am a super girl!
  Toyota, shooting down a Russian fighter jet and baring its pearly teeth, confidently confirms:
  - And there is a hyper woman!
  Japanese women, of course, are fighters with colossal launching power. There's no resisting the honor of a samurai.
  But in any case, the fighting in the skies is still raging.
  And on land, four ninja girls took on the task of exterminating Soviet soldiers.
  The blue ninja girl performed a windmill, cut down several Russian fighters, and with her bare toes launched a pea of explosive of colossal destructive power.
  She tore it apart and chirped:
  - Long live Japan!
  The yellow ninja girl also chanted the butterfly sword move. She cut down a row of opponents and squealed:
  - For communist revenge!
  And with bare toes, as the destructive present of annihilation will be launched.
  After which he will purr:
  - For the greatness of Japan!
  The red ninja girl performed a helicopter move with her swords. With her bare toes, she threw a deadly gift of death and squealed:
  - For my love!
  And then she noted:
  - What does communist revenge have to do with it?
  The yellow ninja girl, chopping down Russian soldiers and throwing a grenade with her bare heel again, said:
  - And besides, there will be soup with a cat!
  The white ninja girl, cutting down her opponents and throwing the gift of death with her bare toes, said:
  - We will win for the ideas of communism!
  And all four warriors will laugh in chorus and show their pearly teeth.
  December passed quickly... After the siege, the Germans took both Ufa and Saransk. But Ulyanovsk, under complete siege, still held out.
  Stalin ordered the New Year to hold the city where Lenin was born at any cost.
  However, despite the freezing temperatures, the Germans were already approaching Kazan. So the USSR was on the brink of total collapse.
  There was no clarity or ideas about what to do in the USSR.
  Stalin celebrated the New Year in Moscow and in his bunker. His expression was gloomy, but his desire to fight remained strong.
  Hitler, for now, decided to arrange a farce for himself in Libya, where it was warm.
  And there he enjoyed the spectacle of fighting gladiator girls.
  Nothing special happened on New Year's Eve, except for the bombing of Moscow.
  And the first Panther-3 entered production. This tank had the same thickness of the Tiger-2's armor, but with steeper slopes, and weighed only forty-five tons. Its height was reduced to less than two meters. A powerful 1,200-horsepower engine was mounted transversely to the transmission in a single block. The vehicle itself was well-armed, with excellent optics and a hydraulic stabilizer. And the narrow turret housed an 88-millimeter 100 EL cannon, highly accurate and armor-piercing.
  Gerda and her team set out in this vehicle. The chassis, which was both improved and lighter, glided beautifully through the snow. This tank is perfect overall. And its heavily sloped armor provides excellent frontal protection. The upper hull is particularly well protected, with 150mm of armor at a 40-degree angle. That's roughly 330mm of armor at a 90-degree angle. No Soviet gun could penetrate the upper hull of a Panther-3. The lower hull takes up a third of the frontal area, with 120mm of armor at the same angle, and is also virtually impenetrable.
  The turret's front is 185 millimetres thick and angled at 50 degrees, making it impenetrable to Soviet guns.
  But the weaker 82mm sides are sloped, and they can be taken. Especially the SU-100, a new Soviet self-propelled gun quickly gaining popularity among the troops thanks to its ease of production and armor-piercing gun.
  Gerda fired the first shot at Soviet troops. She penetrated an IS-2 tank and said:
  - This is a good fighter!
  Charlotte noted, firing at the enemy and piercing the Soviet machine by pressing a button with her bare heel:
  - This technique is almost flawless!
  Christina, aiming the rapid-fire, automatic German cannon with her bare toes, noted:
  - The side armor is weak! We need a more powerful vehicle!
  Magda also fired, using her bare leg, and in a rage she took and yelled:
  - If only there were a troika, and a faster troika!
  And the girls laughed in unison... The tank is really good, especially its driving characteristics.
  The E-100 vehicle also underwent combat testing. It's heavy, but well-protected. And its guns can't easily take it out.
  And there are German girls sitting in it too. And despite the frost, they're barefoot and in bikinis.
  Adala, shooting at opponents and hitting the enemy, logically expressed herself:
  - We will live under communism!
  And he presses down with his bare heel...
  Agatha, firing at the Soviet positions, hitting the enemy with her bare toes, squeaked:
  - And the greatness of our victory will last for centuries!
  Agnes also fired a shrapnel round at the Soviet infantry, with her bare foot, of course, and roared:
  - No, we will not give in to the Fuhrer!
  The girl on the tank, Athena, hit the enemy with her bare toes and yelped:
  - For the Fuhrer, not to the Fuhrer!
  Agnes laughed and noted:
  -We are a tribe of supermen!
  Andriana, while firing at the Soviet battery and destroying enemy positions, stuck out her tongue and said:
  - The greatness of the Germans is recognized by the planet!
  And he will press down on his opponent with his bare knee.
  Agatha, firing, noted:
  - We will tear the dragon to pieces...
  The E-75 tank wasn't ready yet. The Führer demanded a weight of sixty-five tons and a 1,500-horsepower engine for high mobility, with at least 170-millimeter thick, heavily sloped side armor. And that would take time.
  But for now, the Nazis were winning anyway... In January, Ulyanovsk finally fell. The Nazis began their assault on Gorky and Kazan.
  They have gone this far beyond Moscow.
  Stalin was furious, but he couldn't do anything. Seriously, what could you possibly do here? It's a complete failure...
  But the girls are fighting both in the sky and on the ground...
  And so Natasha's SU-100 was destroyed by a German attack aircraft with an air strike. It was pretty cool. Although not exactly clever or resourceful. However, Natasha is no first-grader, and she can really hit the ground running.
  Now the girl found herself in a familiar T-34 tank. Only slightly different. The turret was larger, and the gun was 85 mm caliber instead of 76. The chassis was the same.
  The girls spun around. They were just like before, in bikinis. And then there was a Soviet-made car. There were also some shells in place.
  Superman-Natasha grinned with satisfaction:
  - Where are the fascists?
  An image of a young liaison officer appeared inside the tank. The boy chirped:
  "This is a tank that appeared on the front lines of World War II in 1944 and is still in service with the Red Army. It's up against the E-25, a self-propelled gun with an 88-millimeter gun and 120-millimeter frontal armor. It's a pleasure to fight!"
  Indeed, from a distance, it's difficult to discern the German self-propelled gun. It's squat, with a long barrel. Unfamiliar to the girls who left the front lines of the Great Patriotic War so early. But Superman-Natasha immediately noted:
  - She can reach us. She's 71 EL long.
  Zoya immediately suggested:
  - We need to get moving so we don't get hit!
  Futurist Angelica remarked with annoyance:
  - Damn it! They immediately slipped us a superior vehicle!
  Their young supervisor-officer said angrily:
  - That's nothing! The E-75 would be even worse! You wouldn't be able to penetrate it from any angle. So go for it!
  Superman-Natasha crossed herself and hissed:
  - As a true communist, I tell you - to hell!
  Futurist Angelica barked, stamping her bare foot:
  - Let's go!
  The Soviet machine started a little stiffly and began to hum. Hitting the German head-on was impossible, so they had to go for the Fritz's side. But try that? He'd fire his long-barreled cannon like a shot... The only thing left to do was rely on speed.
  Superman-Natasha is angry. A regular German self-propelled gun, and even lighter than a T-34, is so superior in performance. You'll freak out.
  The Soviet car is closing in. Fortunately, the gearbox is better than before.
  Svetlana digs her bare heels in and chirps:
  - We'll quickly outflank the Fuhrer!
  Futurist Angelica confirms the same:
  - We will destroy Hitler!
  Golden-haired Zoe roared:
  - Hurry up and hit him in the face!
  At that moment, a hefty shell from Hitler's cannon struck the base of the turret. The girls were lifted and carried along by the torn-out metal.
  A second later, all four found themselves almost completely naked, only in their panties, hanging on the rack. A fire blazed beneath the beauties' bare feet. The flames licked the girls' bare, graceful soles.
  Superman-Natasha tried to twitch, but her feet were tightly clamped in the stocks, and her stretched tendons ached terribly. It was a classic torture rack, with the traditional roasting of the heels. And the girls have very sexy feet, and the fire licking the soles makes them even more alluring.
  But it's a bit painful for the beauties. They try to free themselves. But the stocks are very strong. And the Valkyrie girls hang weights on them.
  They are also warriors in short skirts, barefoot, and barearmed, but their bodies are covered in silver chainmail. They stir the fires with pokers and toss in the coals to heat their heels even more.
  Here, the rack twists your joints, and the fire roasts from below. And then, a prince from the dynasty of King Wilhelm appeared. In the hands of this august boy, a prince-demiurge who exchanged his second million dollars for a position in the SS, is a whip made of barbed wire. And the Valkyries heat it up with a flamethrower.
  The divine prince winked and slammed Superman-Natasha across his muscular back. Though the girl was masculine, she was struck with such pain from her heels to the back of her head that she screamed wildly.
  The boy prince unleashed his next blow on Zoya. Even though she clenched her teeth, she couldn't help but scream. Bloody streaks and burns appeared on her back.
  Barbarossa Jr. said with a grin:
  - You still need to be taught!
  The next blow landed on Futurist Angelique. And the girl couldn't help but scream. The boy stuck his bare foot into the fire. With nimble fingers, he pulled out a coal and threw it in the red-haired beast's face. She screamed even louder; it hurt!
  Barbarossa Jr. said with a satisfied look:
  - But you wanted to go with the Germans!
  Then he hit Svetlana too. No matter how hard she clenched her jaw, she screamed too. The lash of red-hot barbed wire was even more painful than the flames beneath her bare feet. Especially since the girls had been accustomed to going without shoes for years, and their soles were very resilient and durable.
  But the fire is burning them too. The Valkyries are already holding whips of red-hot wire.
  Superman-Natasha screamed at the top of her lungs:
  - What is this?!
  Barbarossa the Younger replies:
  - Interrogation of the disobedient ladies! You are captured and will answer for everything!
  Natasha noted:
  "We don't want to die so senselessly! Let us go, and we'll keep fighting!"
  Barbarossa Jr. growled:
  - Why should I let you go?
  Angelica replied:
  - We are witches, and we can give the man who saves us the most valuable gift of all possible!
  Barbarossa Bock was surprised:
  - And what will you give me?
  Natasha confidently stated:
  - We will make you an eternal youth, and you will never grow old!
  The boy nodded:
  - Yes, I can let you go for this! But how will you prove it!
  Natasha stated:
  - Just stick your hand in the fire and it won't hurt! You'll see that we can do magic!
  Barbarossa Jr. carefully put his hand into the fire, twirled it and replied with a smile:
  - Yes, you can! Well, what about your freedom in exchange for my immortality!
  And the girls got a new chance. And the war was still going on... In January, Gorky and Kazan were taken.
  In early February, the Germans, Finns, and Swedes captured Karelia and began storming Arkhangelsk. The situation escalated dramatically.
  Elizaveta was transferred to this city on a SU-100.
  She was fighting there now. February and frosts. But girls still fight barefoot.
  The SU-100 weighs only eighteen tons, even with its bulletproof protection. It's vulnerable, but it's mobile. And it's not supposed to lie in ambush; it needs to move to avoid being hit.
  When you move, the tank heats up and girls in bare feet and bikinis don"t feel so cold.
  Elizabeth, shooting at the fascists, sang:
  - And here they are, the conditions! And here it is, the environment! But then again, cold weather is good for our health! Cold weather is good for our health!
  And with his bare toes he fires at the fascists. And this small T-4 tank is penetrated.
  The warriors must be noted to be fighters of colossal class.
  Ekaterina also shoots with her bare foot and squeals:
  - Communism will be!
  Elena, also shooting at the enemy and piercing him through, laughed deafeningly:
  - A wild victory awaits us!
  Euphrasiya, punching through the Wehrmacht tanks with her bare, blue from the cold legs, confidently answered:
  - Nothing can stop us!
  These warriors are simply superb!
  But, alas, their heroism is also extremely lacking... Arkhangelsk also fell... There is clearly not enough ammunition...
  The Germans are advancing on Moscow from the rear. In March, fighting began for Ryazan. Hitler's hordes are flowing around from the east...
  Some emergency steps are needed.
  Moscow was still holding out, and Stalin convened the Security Council. The discussion was tense. No new ideas were proposed.
  Only Beria suggested:
  - Maybe we should really offer the Third Reich peace on any terms, just so they don't bother us!
  Stalin responded angrily:
  "This is not a constructive approach, Comrade Beria! We need strong moves!"
  Marshal Vasilevsky answered honestly:
  "Your Excellency, we have no reserves! Almost all of them have been ground to pieces in unequal battles. Apart from the SU-100, there are no other new weapons in production. The IS-3 will be ready soon, but that tank is complex to manufacture, and putting it into production under current conditions will be difficult."
  Marshal Zhukov noted angrily:
  - If you can"t win, then there"s only one thing left to do - die with dignity!
  Stalin was about to say something, but a barefoot girl in a short skirt appeared. Her bare heels flashed as she brought a dispatch.
  Stalin ran his eyes over her and roared angrily:
  Leningrad, unable to withstand hunger and a months-long siege, has fallen! Now our second city has been captured by the Fritzes!
  Marshal Zhukov spread his hands and noted:
  - Oh great Stalin... This is terrible!
  Beria suggested:
  - Maybe we should shoot a thousand people in honor of this?
  The Supreme Commander roared:
  - Shut up, you bald idiot! Something needs to be done!
  Molotov suggested, stumbling and nervously stroking the girls" bare knees:
  - Let's offer the Germans a temporary ceasefire, and only then begin negotiations for peace under any conditions.
  Stalin croaked:
  - Try it! But there will be no capitulation. If Moscow falls, we will wage a guerrilla war!
  Beria noted with a flattering grin:
  "But this will only increase the suffering of the people, Comrade Stalin. Perhaps..."
  Stalin decisively slammed his fist on the table:
  - No! Let Molotov offer negotiations! And nothing more, we'll fight to the bitter end!
  The Germans surrounded Ryazan in mid-March. Running low on ammunition, Soviet troops attempted to break out of the city.
  Alenka and her team run, their bare heels flashing across the melting spring snow.
  The girl shoots at the fascists and sings:
  - Glory to our spirit, glory to the great country!
  And with his bare foot he hurls the murderous gift of death. And scatters the Nazis in all directions.
  Anyuta, shooting at the opponents, said:
  - And our blow, sacred gift, and fee!
  Alla runs and fires at the fascists, throws an explosive packet of coal with her bare foot, and hisses:
  - We will never give up!
  And here is the sparkling Maria, firing at the fascists, thoroughly mowing them down, and snapping back with bared teeth, squealing:
  - No one will stop us!
  And her bare heel sent out a devastating packet of death and destruction.
  Marusya, shooting at the Nazis, quite logically notes:
  - Communism will never fade!
  Matryona, firing at the enemy and mowing down their ranks, quite logically and rationally notes:
  - And faith in the party will remain for centuries!
  And bare toes will throw a gift of annihilation.
  The girls broke free from the encirclement. But the situation is still tense.
  And they have nowhere to go.
  The spring thaw delayed the German advance somewhat. Furthermore, the Nazis allied with Japan and began occupying Central Asia.
  This also distracted them, and April passed relatively calmly. And in May, the first Soviet tank, the IS-3, was finally produced. And it could be delivered to the May Day parade.
  An aged and weakened Stalin looked on, hunched over, his expression one of mortal fatigue.
  The IS-3, due to its labor-intensive production, could not be mass-produced anyway.
  Its only significant difference from the other two was the turret's shape. It resembled a flying saucer, with a frontal turret resembling a crane's beak. While the increased slope provided good protection for the frontal hull, it complicated production. Furthermore, the lower part of the turret was vulnerable, and if a shell struck there, it would no longer ricochet.
  Stalin waved and disappeared into the bunker, and another Nazi air raid began. TA-400s and forward-swept Ju-287s took part in the airstrikes.
  And again they fired ballistic missiles with radio-controlled wings.
  The Kremlin suffered significant damage.
  Stalin was seriously considering fleeing Moscow.
  In mid-May, having completed the redivision of Central Asia, the Nazis launched an offensive on Moscow from both east and west. Another brutal battle erupted.
  The Soviet troops fought heroically. But the odds were too unequal. E-75 Tiger-3 tanks also appeared in the fighting, as did Panther-3s in large numbers. The battles were, let's say, extraordinary.
  By the end of May and the beginning of June, the Nazis had completed the virtually complete encirclement of Moscow.
  Stalin solemnly announced that he would remain in the capital and would fight there to the death.
  Moscow was shelled and bombed. It was surrounded by very strong defensive lines that were not easy to overcome. Enormous stockpiles of ammunition and food were concentrated in the capital.
  And Stalin was relatively safe in the underground town.
  On June 22, 1945, exactly four years after the start of the Great Patriotic War, Hitler ordered an end to the assault on the capital and instead ordered its systematic destruction with artillery and air force. And continued the relentless bombing.
  The main offensive shifted to Siberia. They needed to take Sverdlovsk and Chelyabinsk before the snow covered them... In late June and early July, both key cities were captured after fierce fighting... The Germans advanced across Siberia. Soviet villages fell one after another.
  The Nazis approached Novosibirsk in September 1945. Fighting broke out for this town as well.
  The Red Army fought alongside local militias. Tamara fought like a hero here too.
  It's already the end of September, snow is falling, and it's freezing. And yet a battalion of girls fights barefoot, displaying wondrous heroism.
  And the warriors fight like panthers.
  Tamara fired a burst, threw an explosive packet of coal with her bare foot and squealed:
  - No one can stop us! No one can defeat us!
  The other girls cry desperately:
  - We will die, but we will not surrender!
  And the battle continues...
  It wasn't until early November that Novosibirsk fell... The war continued. The Soviet Union still hadn't capitulated. Moscow was blockaded and under fire.
  The underground city contained a strategic reserve of food and ammunition, so it was possible to hold out for quite a long time.
  The Germans constantly bombed and shelled the city.
  A new super-heavy tank, the "Rat," also appeared. This vehicle weighed two thousand tons and was armed with several cannons.
  A vehicle with 400mm of armor was used as a breakthrough tank... It passed combat testing....
  But it got stuck on the hedgehogs and was destroyed by a kamikaze pilot who rammed it.
  However, a new tank, the "Rat"-2, appeared, even larger and heavier...
  Stalin celebrated New Year's Eve of 1946 in Moscow, which was still untaken. The great leader of the USSR was hoping for a miracle. Moscow had become a veritable fortress city.
  Food supplies could last for another couple of years, and given the population decline due to bombing and shelling, for longer. But ammunition depended on the speed and intensity of the assaults.
  Beria nevertheless noticed:
  - Maybe, Comrade Stalin, we can come to an agreement with Hitler about our freedom?
  The Supreme Commander-in-Chief declared decisively, slamming his fist hard on the table:
  - I don't talk to cannibals, Lavrenty! You understand!
  Beria remarked with a sigh:
  - Let's hope for a miracle, oh great one!
  Stalin noticed, croaking:
  -Patience and hard work will overcome everything!
  EPILOGUE
  The New Year of 1946 was marked by local battles. The Germans and Japanese gradually captured all the major cities. Verkhoyansk was the last to fall in August. The Germans acquired new AG-50 tanks, shaped like a pyramid.
  Tamara and her team fought desperately in Verkhoyansk.
  The girls, as always, were barefoot and in bikinis.
  They stood to the death. And with their bare toes they threw explosive packages of deadly force.
  And then, when the ammunition ran out, they were able to escape into the taiga through basements and tunnels.
  They were ready to take up arms and wage war again, even if it was a guerrilla war.
  In the USSR, partisan zones emerged and an underground war unfolded.
  The capital was still holding out, but Hitler wanted to take it by starvation and was saving his soldiers, too many of whom had already died.
  Meanwhile, the girls exterminated the fascists and Japanese using a variety of methods and techniques.
  Especially Natasha and her team.
  And we found ourselves back in the T-34-85. The vehicle, of course, wasn't new. And by the end of 1946, it was outdated.
  And here's the AG-50. It resembles a low pyramid with a very long barrel. The entire vehicle weighs sixty-five tons. The armor is 250 millimeters thick at an angle from all angles. It's completely impenetrable to T-34 shells.
  Superman-Natasha hissed in annoyance:
  - It's like a task! Lift the mountain!
  Futurist Angelica looked around. They were now in their traditional bikinis. And something occurred to the beauty.
  Svetlana pressed the levers with her bare heels and spurred the tank into motion. She hissed:
  - Maneuver! Just maneuver!
  The AG-50 is equipped with a powerful 105-mm cannon with a 100-liter barrel. It's capable of striking at long range. Moreover, the T-34's armor quality is poor. One hit and it's over.
  Svetlana begins rocking the Soviet tank. The enemy fires. The shell barely grazes the armor. But luckily, it slides off. And the power is colossal-a uranium core.
  Superman-Natasha whispered with her scarlet lips:
  - On the icons there are sad faces - the empire will be born again!
  Futurist Angelique fired, using her bare toes. The shell hit the motionless pyramidal tank. It ricocheted off the armor, which was very slanted and cemented.
  The German tank is, of course, impenetrable from all angles, even for the IS-7. And the T-34-85 is nothing compared to it.
  The Germans are shooting again... Svetlana slammed her bare heel on the brakes. And managed to evade the tank, even though the deadly present passed right by.
  Superman-Natasha said in rage:
  - We're in deep trouble!
  Futurist Angelica grinned. She coolly tore off her bra, revealing high breasts with strawberry nipples. She bared her pearly teeth. And chirped:
  - A coward doesn't play hockey!
  And she pressed the trigger with her scarlet nipple. Such a bold and sparkling devil she is. Or perhaps a kind, Russian angel incarnate.
  The shell flew out of the not-so-long barrel. It whizzed past... and landed right on the barrel of a German anti-tank gun. It deflected it like a firecracker.
  And all four girls barked in chorus:
  - One, two - I hit it! I hit Fritz in the horns like that!
  And how they shake their bare feet. What girls they are! And when they use bare breasts when shooting, it's a hundred times more effective.
  Superman-Natasha noted with a smile:
  "This tank is now safe for us. But how do we destroy it?"
  Zoya suggested with a smile:
  - And in fighting cowboy style, we will sweep him away!
  Svetlana accelerated her tank. But the enemy suddenly turned and fled. It accelerated surprisingly quickly: after all, it had a gas turbine engine. And it was clearly faster than the T-34-85.
  It was as if the elephant was running away from Moska. Everything would be fine. But elephants can move very quickly.
  Superman-Natasha angrily stomped her bare foot on the armor and roared:
  - Well, there you have it! Well, how we've fallen behind the fascists!
  Zoya sang with sadness in her voice:
  - Everything impossible is possible in our world!
  And she shook her gold leaf-colored hair.
  Futurist Angelica sang with delight and fired another shell. It hit the armored stern and broke off.
  - Do unimaginable dreams come true... Do belated wreaths weave... Gerasim was once mute! Now he swears!
  Svetlana remarked sternly:
  - Swearing is vulgar!
  Superman-Natasha wanted to say something witty. But then another Nazi tank appeared. This time, an E-75. Also well-protected from the front, but much worse from the sides. True, a T-34 still couldn't penetrate it.
  This time, Zoya took off her bra and revealed a scarlet nipple.
  She took hold of the trigger and pressed her chest down. The gun fired...
  The shell again struck the massive gun's barrel directly, putting the 105mm cannon out of action.
  And this German took to his heels. A good way to disable the most protected vehicles is to fire at the gun barrels.
  Superman-Natasha happily declared:
  - You see! We're winning!
  And here's the third tank. This time, a "Royal Lion." It's armed with a 450mm mortar. If one of those hits you, you'll be in for a real treat.
  This time, Superman-Natasha decided to take the shot herself. She took off her bra. Her breasts were so high and firm. Fresh, like a girl's. And the warrior took hold and pressed her ruby nipple.
  The shell flew out... and the "Royal Lion" took a direct hit in the barrel. And the enormous machine exploded. A couple of tanks parked at the sides were thrown several hundred meters away.
  And the T-34 was shaken too. The car almost flipped over and ended up lifted off the ground.
  Futurist Angelica even hit her forehead upon landing, screaming:
  - Like horses and donkeys!
  And she shook her fist at the Krauts.
  Superman-Natasha was pleased and bared her pearly, very large teeth:
  - Now we've given the enemy a good go! Just like we're supposed to!
  Zoya sang with delight:
  - Love and death! Good and evil! What is holy and what is sinful... But I don't care!
  And the girl moved her bare foot across the metal.
  The E-100's next opponent. It's a dangerous vehicle. It has a mortar launcher and a 75mm cannon with a very long barrel. It's an assault modification, capable of acting as a tank destroyer as well. A 75mm cannon is quite sufficient for a Soviet tank.
  And the barrel of the bomb launcher is covered with a cap.
  Superman-Natasha crossed herself with her bare foot and chirped:
  - Well, are we going to beat him?
  Zoya, baring her teeth, agreed:
  - Of course we will!
  Futurist Angelique squeezed the trigger with her scarlet nipple. The gun fired, spitting out a lethal charge. And it snapped the relatively thin, but long, barrel of the German cannon.
  Svetlana chirped enthusiastically:
  - Excellent! Now let me shoot!
  And the warrior also bared her torso. All four of them had breasts that were perky. And very beautiful, sexy, and seductive. You just want to make love to girls like these. What could be better than them? Probably only other girls!
  And then the girl caught the moment when the cap began to open. And using her scarlet nipple, she fired a shell at the German bomb launcher.
  But Fritz didn't even have time to blink... He just took off and exploded... Smoking metal was scattered in all directions.
  Svetlana rubbed her strong hands and squeaked:
  - I'm a real dragon girl!
  And how he laughs! And he even sticks out his tongue!
  Superman-Natasha took it and sang enthusiastically:
  - Patriot! Soviet patriot! How many Fritzes have you killed!
  Zoya picked up the song and, shaking her naked breasts, continued:
  - Patriot! Red patriot! And all your dreams are about girls!
  And the warrior also bursts out laughing! And sticks out her tongue! And bares her fangs!
  And with his bare feet he will move the lever...
  The girls here are clearly on top, even though their tank is outdated. And they continue to wage guerrilla warfare.
  But on April 20, 1947, a new assault on Moscow began. The Japanese, the Turks, and all foreign forces took part.
  Hitler finally lost his patience and decided to put an end to the USSR and Stalin personally, blaming him for the still-raging partisan war in Russia.
  They say that if Moscow falls, then the war will undoubtedly end.
  And the decisive, general assault began.
  The super-heavy tanks "Rat"-2, "Monster", E-200, E-500 and others also went into the attack.
  For one, the city was shelled with ballistic missiles.
  And the Third Reich's invulnerable combat disc aircraft were also put into action. Such was the armada.
  Alenka and her team bravely met the Germans and gave them a fight.
  Alenka threw a grenade with her bare toes, fired a burst and roared:
  - For the Russian spirit!
  Anyuta, shooting at opponents and mowing down enemy ranks, chirped with her bare heel, giving the package of death:
  - For the greatness of communism!
  Alla, firing at the enemies of the USSR and throwing a bomb with her bare toes, yelped:
  - For Mother Rus' in communism!
  Maria, firing accurately at the enemy and confidently mowing him down, noted, baring her teeth:
  - Russia needs a new leader!
  Matryona noted, shooting and confidently destroying her opponents, and with her bare toes, giving another gift of death:
  - Of course it is necessary!
  And from her throw, which landed on the rink, two German tanks collided.
  Marusya, firing at the Nazis, energetically noted:
  - The USSR had everything, but the enemy took over with numbers!
  And with his bare heel he launches something deadly and inexorable!
  Alenka encouraged her friends:
  - Don't rush to bury Rus'! We still have things to do!
  And with the toes of his bare feet he will throw up a destructive gift of annihilation.
  Anyuta, firing at the Nazis, agreed with this:
  - We will beat our enemies furiously, the river of the Fatherland will not dry up!
  And with her bare, round heel the girl energetically takes hold and hits her opponent.
  Alla, shooting at the fascists and releasing a piece of explosive from a slingshot, pulled the bowstring with her bare toes and said:
  - This will be just a superman - who will replace Stalin!
  Maria, shooting with amazing accuracy and throwing grenades with her bare toes, said:
  - Everything that doesn't change, is for the better!
  Matryona, knocking down the Fritzes with well-aimed shots. And then damaging a tank with her bare foot, remarked:
  - We, with our unwavering and heroic will!
  Marusya hurled a whole bunch of grenades with her bare feet, causing the Nazis' self-propelled gun to flip over and squeal:
  - I will be stronger than everyone!
  Alla, having knocked out the Nazis' transporter by throwing a grenade with her bare heel, noticed and corrected:
  - Not me, but us! Stronger and stronger!
  To raise her fighting spirit, Alenka began to sing, making it up as she went. And the other girls, firing at the Nazis, joined in;
  We are the girls of the USSR country,
  Which is a torch for the whole world...
  Let us show you, know the example of greatness,
  Here are the heroic deeds sung!
  
  Girls were born under the red flag,
  And barefoot they rush through the frost...
  Daughters and sons are fighting for Rus',
  Sometimes the bride gives the guy a rose!
  
  There will be a red flag over the universe,
  Shine as brightly as a torch-flame...
  After all, we have a heroic swing,
  And our banner sparkles with red!
  
  Don't believe it, the damned fascist won't pass,
  And the Russian spirit will never fade away...
  We will open an endless account of victories,
  We will say hello and hello to everyone!
  
  Russia is a wonderful country,
  You gave communism to the peoples...
  Forever given by God's generous gift,
  For the Motherland, for happiness and freedom!
  
  The enemy will not be able to defeat the Fatherland,
  And no matter how cruel and cunning he was...
  Our invincible Russian bear,
  The Russian soldier is so glorious for his victory!
  
  Beautiful Soviet country,
  The girls in it are proud that they are beautiful...
  She is given to us by our Family forever,
  And let us, Komsomol members, be fair!
  
  We are fighting on the outskirts of Moscow,
  There are snowdrifts in the snow, and the girls are barefoot...
  We will not give up our Fatherland to Satan,
  Even our scythes shoot accurately!
  
  So the girls are furious and eager to fight,
  And with a bare heel they throw an explosive package...
  He's only a cool looking fascist,
  Actually, just evil Cain!
  
  The enemies can't defeat the girls,
  They were born under such a star...
  Our bear is an invincible monster,
  Who made the Motherland his wife!
  
  We Russian girls are good,
  We are not afraid of torture and frost...
  And we will repel, believe me, the onslaught of the evil horde,
  The enemy will die from the dose!
  
  The enemy was driven back from Moscow,
  Even though he has a lot of enormous power...
  We girls are so proud of ourselves,
  Enemies will all disappear into the graves!
  
  Don't believe it, Rus' cannot be defeated by enemies,
  Since every knight from the cradle...
  The hunter has apparently become the game,
  And the enemy is still just a child!
  
  But the Russian spirit, the great spirit, believe me,
  You know, there are such powers hidden in it...
  The enemy will be completely crushed,
  After all, knights are invincible in battle!
  
  Cast aside your doubts, girls,
  We are the bravest people in the world...
  Let us cast Satan's hordes into hell,
  Let's soak all the enemies in the toilet!
  
  The holy war will end,
  Peace and morning will come over the planet...
  She is forever given to the sun,
  May summer burn forever!
  
  And eternal communism in glory,
  And with us are Lenin and the great Stalin...
  In bloody cinema there is only fascism now,
  And our will, believe us, is stronger than steel!
  
  My Russia rules for centuries,
  And she gave happiness to the whole universe...
  It takes a steel fist,
  And daring, but of a reasonable nature!
  
  
  
  WITCHES WHO CREATE MIRACLE WEAPONS
  Gerda, Charlotte, Magda, and Kristina, who had previously tested the Tiger, were also developing a promising model: the Panther-2. The girls mounted the engine and transmission in a single transverse unit, and made the turret narrow and smaller. The gearbox was mounted directly on the engine. As a result, the Panther-2's silhouette was less than two meters, and the crew was reduced to three. The thickness of the frontal hull armor increased to 120 mm at steep slopes, and the sides to 82 mm at slopes. The turret's front armor was increased to 150 mm, and the sides were 82 mm at slopes. The entire vehicle's weight was reduced to 35 tons, allowing for a 700-horsepower engine and increasing the tank's speed and maneuverability. At the same time, the vehicle's cross-country ability was improved, and the chassis became lighter and much easier to repair and maintain. Only six rollers, which is practical and convenient. Hitler liked the Panther II, and it entered production in September 1943. It was a successful vehicle, with a good, armor-piercing, rapid-fire gun. It operated and moved quickly, boasting excellent ergonomics.
  And most importantly, it was easier to manufacture and required less metal. And at the same time, it was extremely durable. It's not easy to penetrate such a vehicle with its heavily sloped armor.
  The Soviet forces faced a serious problem. Furthermore, instead of pursuing the V-2 program, the Germans invested in developing a national fighter, creating the XE-162, which was simple and inexpensive to produce, very light, and maneuverable.
  This machine was developed under more favorable conditions and is comparatively easy to operate. And it's not all that easy to master.
  It forced Soviet and allied forces into brutal aerial combat. The fighter weighed only one and a half tons empty and was made almost entirely of wood. So the aircraft proved remarkably effective.
  The situation was further aggravated by the fact that German girls began actively joining air force units.
  Albina and Alvina began to actively rack up the score, usually fighting barefoot and in bikinis. And these girls couldn't be knocked down. And they themselves were so active in cutting down their opponents. And how beautiful these blondes were: simply true Aryans!
  Albina presses the trigger with her graceful foot and cuts down a couple of Soviet planes and squeals:
  - Glory to the Third Reich!
  Alvina presses the trigger with her scarlet nipple and hits three Soviet vehicles, roaring:
  - Glory to our Motherland!
  These fighting girls aren't weak. No, they're very aggressive and capable of tearing anyone apart.
  Overall, this army was daring. And the front line stabilized during the winter. Meinstein launched a counterattack and managed to defeat the Soviet forces beyond the Dnieper, creating a couple of large pockets. The Germans were also able to repel an offensive near Leningrad. Here, they relied on a strong defensive line. Furthermore, after the defeat in Ukraine, Stalin withdrew several divisions from this direction, allowing the Germans to repel the attacks. The front held, and the Germans were able to hold out along the entire attack perimeter during the winter.
  Gerda personally fought in a Panther-2, alongside the girls. And despite the winter, the beauties fought barefoot and in nothing but bikinis.
  Gerda pressed the joystick buttons with her bare toes, hit the enemy, and squeaked:
  - Glory to our empire!
  Charlotte also pressed her bare toes on the lever, blew off the T-34's turret, and confirmed with aggression:
  - Glory to the heroes!
  Christina hit the button with her scarlet nipple and, striking the Soviet machine, squealed:
  - And glory to us!
  Magda fired a burst of four machine guns, cut down the Soviet infantry with her bare toes and said:
  - Eternal, victorious glory!
  So the girls are being naughty and their naked, round heels are sparkling.
  And the Tiger-2 is on the way; this tank, weighing fifty-five tons, promises to have 250-millimeter protection on the front and 170-millimeter protection on the sides.
  That, given the 88-millimeter gun in the 71 EL, is a very decent vehicle.
  And so in the spring the Germans are already advancing in Italy and confidently defeating the allies.
  They take Naples and invade Sicily.
  And the Allied troops surrender by the hundreds of thousands. And they are thoroughly routed. The German Panthers are unstoppable.
  And the girls make the Englishmen fall on their knees and kiss their bare, shapely feet, and lick the round heels of the beauties with their tongues.
  In June, the Allies attempted an offensive, landing troops in Normandy. But they suffered a crushing defeat. Again, hundreds of thousands were taken prisoner, and a huge amount of equipment was captured.
  Roosevelt suffers a heart attack and becomes incapacitated. The United States tries to wind down this difficult war. Britain considers peace with the Nazis. The situation is exacerbated by more powerful bombing raids on British cities using jet aircraft. And British fighters are unable to catch these aircraft.
  So Churchill, too, begins to sue for peace. But the Führer is adamant. He is bursting with the realization of his own strength.
  But the British finally agree to peace. This worries Stalin, who offers the Führer a truce. Hitler agrees to a three-year ceasefire, on the condition that there be no partisan sabotage, the two sides maintain their borders, and the USSR sells oil and grain to the Germans.
  Stalin gave his consent... And the Fritzes were given a free hand.
  The first strike, of course, was Gibraltar. By capturing this fortress, troops could be transported to Africa via the shortest possible route. During the assault on the fortress, the Germans used the latest MP-44 assault rifles, and the girls also improved them, making them significantly lighter and more reliable.
  And in the sky, Albina and Alvina fought, the girls who made the German planes much more practical and fast.
  And they crushed the Allies left and right. Gibraltar would have been taken immediately. Franco was forced to accept Hitler's ultimatum. He couldn't let the Nazis occupy his country.
  The Germans accelerated their tanks and broke into the enemy's location.
  After the fall of Gibraltar, the Nazis entered Morocco. They moved forward, capturing territory. Nazi tanks were especially active in Algeria. The Panther-2 glided swiftly across the sand. It was modernized, equipped with a more powerful engine, and off it went. The Panther-2 satisfied the military with its frontal protection, and the Tiger-2 was a truly stunning tank. The Allies fell as if mown down.
  German women fought in the desert, usually barefoot and in bikinis. They only applied a special protective cream to their skin to prevent sunburn.
  Then the beauties make the captured Englishmen kneel and lick their heels. And this pleases the Africans, who do it with enthusiasm.
  1945 was a very successful year for the Germans, who captured most of Africa and the Middle East. And in the first half of 1946, they also captured India, Burma, and the rest of Africa. However, supplying troops, stretched communication lines, and the terrain presented more problems than resisting British and American units. Moreover, the colonial troops were not particularly willing to fight. In terms of equipment, the Germans had an overwhelming advantage in terms of quality. For example, the ME-262 X has a speed of up to 1,200 kilometers per hour and is armed with five aircraft cannons. Meanwhile, the US and Britain lack combat-ready jet fighters, much less bombers.
  The Germans also developed disc-shaped aircraft that could reach speeds approaching four times the speed of sound. They were completely invulnerable to small arms fire, thanks to the laminar flow of air that flowed around them. However, this also prevented them from firing. However, they could be used to drop bombs from above, for reconnaissance, and, most importantly, to ram enemy aircraft by shooting them down with the jets.
  Flying saucers were effective weapons with a long range, capable of flying from Europe to the United States. And they were sometimes piloted by very beautiful women who preferred to fight barefoot and in bikinis.
  Here's Gertrude and Eva in flight. Such two wonderful cuties. For example, they captured a black American. They tied him to a log. And they rode his masculine perfection for so long that the captive passed out from overexertion.
  And now Gertrude, with her bare toes, took the disc and aimed it at the target, shooting down American planes. What a fighter.
  And Eva, too, with the help of her bare toes, aims a machine of deadly power at the enemy.
  And with fury he rams the enemy, and the machines of England and the USA fall.
  The Germans planned the landing for late November. Firstly, no one expects it at that time. Indeed, the weather is not particularly favorable, making survival risky. But on calm days, it's possible to cross the English Channel and land. Furthermore, there are advantages to landing at night, as it's much more difficult to defend oneself in the dark.
  By this time the Germans had seriously decimated the English and American fleets.
  So the landing was expected to be a smooth one. A powerful strike force was expected to be the special battalions of girls, who, even in the freezing cold of late November, were barefoot and wearing only bikinis.
  The landing began on November 26, 1946, the anniversary of the Reichstag elections, after which Hitler received the post of Reich Chancellor.
  There was no one to prevent the landing. And the attack involved large masses of infantry and even the latest pyramidal tanks, which could not be penetrated from any angle.
  The girls, of course, fight inside them and act bravely.
  And some warriors are already breaking the ice on puddles frozen at night, barefoot. And they fight with incredible courage. And they perform miracles of colossal power. And when they hurl grenades with their bare toes and tear the Englishmen to pieces, it becomes truly amazing...
  Gerda, meanwhile, fights in a pyramid-shaped Tiger-4 tank with a cannon and a bomb launcher, and quite bravely at that. She fires shell after shell, tearing her enemies to pieces.
  By hook or by crook, pressing the joystick buttons with her bare toes, the girl roars:
  - We are actively grinning and exterminating very strongly!
  Charlotte uses the scarlet nipple when shooting, pressing it on the joystick button and hitting the enemy, she chirped:
  - Our universal construction team!
  Christina also fired a rocket launcher, using her bare toes. She blew apart a mass of enemies and muttered:
  - For the greatness of the Third Reich!
  And Magda followed suit. This time, with the help of a strawberry nipple. She tore her opponent apart and roared:
  - For Aryan communism!
  These girls are absolutely top-notch! And the way the female infantry runs, barefoot, throwing grenades on the fly. How awesome and deadly it is.
  The girls are so feisty and beautiful.
  And they're crushing the British left and right. It's no wonder that, with such an offensive and landings from both France and Norway, England only held out for ten days. That's amazing!
  The mother country had fallen. And the next stage was the march on America. In February, despite the winter, the Germans landed in Iceland-Operation Icarus-and captured this vital territory.
  Once again, barefoot girls from various SS battalions took part in the battles.
  And they achieved success, their bare heels flashing through the snow.
  In March 1947, Stalin proposed to Hitler a joint war against the United States. The Führer agreed, but on the condition that the USSR would only regain Alaska, a somewhat legitimate territory, and would not lay claim to anything more.
  Stalin agreed... And the Soviet invasion through Alaska began. So swift and brutal.
  New Soviet tanks were moving.
  Elizaveta's crew fought in the very first, experimental, and not quite finished T-54 tank. April 1947. There's still snow in Alaska, but the Russian girls are fighting barefoot and in bikinis. And such beautiful girls.
  Elizabeth shoots at the enemy with her bare toes. She hits an American Sherman. Baring her teeth, the warrior says:
  - Glory to the ideas of great communism!
  Ekaterina also shoots using the bare toes of her chiseled feet and squeals:
  - Glory to the victorious results of our army!
  Elena also fired, this time using the scarlet nipple of her breast, hitting the enemy very accurately and growled:
  - Glory to new decisive victories!
  Euphrasiya, using a strawberry nipple, hit the opponents and, while piercing the Pershing, barked:
  - And we will win!
  The warriors, it seems, have gone wild like vixens. And are thrashing the Americans like crazy.
  A shell hits the tank's forehead, but immediately ricochets. Elizaveta roars and jumps:
  - Glory to the ideas of communism!
  And she sends a projectile back, using her bare toes. Now that's a girl on a mission.
  These are the fighting beauties.
  Soviet troops held out in Alaska. And in May, the very first IS-7 built in metal arrived.
  And on it is Alenka's tank crew.
  That's the kind of fighter she is. Once she fires at her enemy, she hits him with pinpoint accuracy.
  And the gun, what a powerful one: 130mm. It penetrates the enemy from a long distance. The Americans' main tank is still the Sherman, which is only good for scoring against the German and Soviet tank aces. They have the slightly better Pershing, with a gun more powerful than the 90mm caliber. And the very few Super Pershing, whose 90mm caliber gun and 73 EL long barrel is capable of inflicting a dangerous wound on the Soviet IS-7 in the side and at close range. American guns are completely incapable of taking out the pyramid-shaped German tanks from any angle. The IS-7 can be penetrated in the side. The T-54, a "Super Pershing," can take out the front at close range and the side at a distance. But for now, the USSR's main tank is the T-34-85, which is still in production and fighting the Americans. It is approximately equal to the Sherman, and weaker than the Pershing.
  So, Soviet soldiers are having a hard time. And they look with envy at the only, very first experimental tank, the IS-7.
  This car is proud and cool.
  The IS-2 and IS-3 are also fighting. The latter is impenetrable from the front except for the Superpershing. Well, the IS-3 can also be penetrated in the lower hull.
  The IS-2 is somewhat weak in frontal armor and turret.
  Natasha and her team fight in this tank. They're fighting beauties. And they deliver devastating blows from the IS-2, firing deadly shells.
  Natasha pressed down with her bare toes and threw out a lethal blow, piercing the American and yelped:
  - Glory to the ideas of good communism!
  Zoya pressed her scarlet nipple onto the killer lever and yelped:
  - For Aryan peace and order!
  Augustine also struck with a destruction attack using her bare heel, hitting the enemy and barked:
  - For decisive victories!
  And Svetlana finally throws out her bare toes, cuts down her opponent, and squeals:
  - To the great powers!
  The Red Army women were advancing through Alaska. Summer had arrived and it was warm, and the girls enjoyed riding tanks in bikinis and barefoot. The Germans, having crossed Greenland, landed in Canada. And from the south, they began to advance from Argentina. In Brazil, a split occurred between pro-German and pro-American factions. The Germans, with a powerful strike from their more combat-ready divisions, decided the situation in their favor.
  The Nazis acquired a more powerful and effective assault rifle, capable of long-range, rapid-fire fire. The Yankees suffered defeat after defeat.
  A new team of English girls, led by Jane Armstrong, was approaching from the south... The warriors fought in Brazil in the summer... The pro-American forces resisted weakly.
  But in Venezuela, the warriors found themselves confronted by American troops. They fought in the outdated Panther-2, which had been largely phased out in favor of pyramid-shaped models.
  But even in this regard, the British tanks were stronger than the Americans. They fired their guns at the Shermans, which were already hopelessly outdated and could only fight on equal terms with the Soviet T-34s.
  Jane fired from a distance, using her bare toes. She hit her opponent and chirped:
  - This is the greatness of Britain - it will never fade!
  Gringeta slammed her bare toes into the enemy, shattering the Sherman and squealing:
  - Our kingdom will be cool!
  And she showed her tongue!
  Then Monica fired, hitting the enemy right on target with her bare feet and cooed:
  - For the salvation of the soul!
  And Malanya followed suit, accurately hitting the more dangerous Pershing, shattering its hull.
  Of course, with her bare toes she cooed:
  - Glory to the ideas of the royal forces!
  The girls fought very aggressively and constructively.
  And in Canada, elite German units were advancing. Gerda, in a pyramid-shaped Tiger IV tank, crushed America and its dominions. And they crumbled under the enemy's crushing blows.
  Gerda fired with her bare toes, hit the enemy and yelped:
  - For Aryan communism!
  Charlotte also hit, this time with a scarlet nipple, pierced the American car and gurgled:
  - For the greatness of Germany!
  Christina also lashed out at the enemy. She crushed his armor with her bare toes, like an eggshell, and gurgled:
  - For our phenomenal achievements!
  Magda thundered, crushing the enemy like clay, and roared:
  - For such resources that cannot be described in a fairy tale or with a pen!
  The girls are incredibly feisty and quite active. They're a lot of fun to be around.
  And so Canada's main cities, Quebec and Toronto, fell. And life became better, and more joyful for the Krauts...
  Hitler declared that America would be finished off!
  The US failed to develop the atomic bomb. Apparently, luck had turned against America in this case, favoring the Wehrmacht. So what? There are other foundations for victory and success. So it's far too early to despair.
  But the Fritzes, with their foreign regiments, are far superior to the US in terms of troop quality. And they are capable of great destruction of the enemy.
  Gerda, for example, caught a black fighter. And the girls beat him up so much, forcing him to make love, that he kicked the bucket. And that's actually pretty cool.
  In the fall of 1947, the Nazis entered the United States proper. Soviet troops were still fighting in Canada.
  Alenka, in an IS-7, fought an entire brigade of Shermans and Pershings. The Shermans here were Firefly-class, with a long-barreled 76mm gun, which is dangerous for an IS-7 when fired at the side. So the girls found themselves in a serious situation. The IS-7, for all its advantages, has a gun with a limited ammunition supply and a slow rate of fire.
  Here Alenka fired with her bare toes, hit the American and squealed:
  - On my path of war!
  Anyuta fired in turn, using her scarlet nipple, hit the Sherman and yelped:
  - For the victories of the USSR!
  Alla also hit the American car with her bare toes and yelped:
  - For the ideas of communism!
  Maria also hit him with a strawberry nipple, smashing her opponent into pieces and hissed:
  - For Lenin's great manuscripts!
  And Matryona kicked with her bare heel, shattering the Sherman's armor, and squealed at the top of her lungs:
  - For my knights of light!
  What a bunch of girls, these are the hottest you'll find! And they're all so young and fresh. And they smell like honey. No wonder the soldiers lick their Venusian groin with such pleasure. And lick their lips.
  Yes, the IS-7 retreated back to avoid being torn to shreds. That's what a tank is, a tank to beat.
  Maybe except for the German pyramid ones...
  But most of the Shermans were destroyed, and the rest were retreating.
  This is how Soviet girls chopped it up.
  And in the sky, Anastasia Vedmakova and Alenka Sokolovskaya are thrashing the Fritzes. These Pokryshkin girls are no match for them. And these beauties fight barefoot and in bikinis. And they use their red nipples when firing, which increases their combat effectiveness.
  But Albina and Alvina understand better. The girls have already earned six degrees of the Knight's Cross. The highest, sixth degree, the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with platinum oak leaves, swords, and diamonds, was awarded to them after they each shot down over a thousand aircraft.
  These are girls - girls to all girls...
  But both Anastasia Vedmakova and Alenka Sokolovskaya had each assembled over two hundred aircraft. And they each already had eight Hero of the USSR stars.
  Anastasia pressed the firing button of the aircraft cannon with her bare toes and shot down the American aircraft, squealing:
  - I am a super girl!
  Alenka Sokolovskaya slashed at the enemy with her scarlet breast nipple, knocking down three planes, and barked:
  - And I'm even cooler!
  These are some girls, some real girls!
  And they destroy America.
  Well, of course, Alvina and Albina make it even more fun and cool.
  Alvina uses scarlet nipples when shooting...
  And Albina has strawberry...
  And both girls love to work their tongues with jade-like, pulsating rods. They have such passion and an aggressive spirit!
  Albina pressed her bare toes and chirped:
  - And they go to sea, the brave girls!
  Alvina, firing, confirmed:
  - Cool element, element of murder!
  And now the Germans, Soviets and Japanese have penetrated deeper into American territory.
  The Japanese have their own fighters: female ninjas. Very brave and combative.
  Here's a blue ninja girl, releasing a razor blade with her bare toes, cutting off the heads of Americans and yelping:
  - They won't pass!
  And he will chop the mill with swords.
  And the yellow ninja girl will draw a real fan with her swords. And then, with her bare toes, she will throw poison needles and launch them, killing Yankee troops and piercing her opponents.
  And he will howl at the top of his lungs:
  - To all Japanese glory!
  And the girl with red hair, as if performing a slanting mill, cuts down the enemies.
  And then he'll take them and smash them with his bare toes, scattering the Yankees in all directions. Now that's some martial beauty.
  And he will roar:
  - We are ninjas!
  And then the white-haired ninja girl will perform a helicopter move with her swords. She'll chop down her opponents, crush them. And lightning will shoot from her scarlet nipple, roaring:
  - For the victory of Japan!
  Well, no one can resist such beauties! These are the girls, the girls to beat...
  And they are so aggressive.
  But now the fighting is raging with colossal intensity. Axis forces are advancing from both north and south, literally squeezing America with gigantic pincers.
  This is the clampdown on a once glorious country that boggles the mind.
  By the end of autumn, the Fritzes had already made significant inroads into US territory.
  Here Gerda is fighting in a Tiger-4 tank and at the same time remembering her previous,
  These are also very glorious feats.
  Gerda was slightly bloodstained, but pleased. But her mood was dampened by the terrible stench emanating from the ghoul's slit belly and the fear that a hundred more of the same creatures would descend upon her.
  Charlotte, meanwhile, grabbed her resilient opponent by the head and executed a deadly double Nelson, snapping the creature's neck. The fiery warrior found herself playing a Mother Teresa role here, showing mercy to the brutally beaten ghoul. She expressed herself:
  - I am kind, very kind, and my mother is kind - like a wise owl!
  Gerda was worried:
  - Don't you understand?
  Charlotte was surprised:
  - What should I understand?
  - And the dinosaurs, or the rat-cockroach hybrids, won't hear? - Gerda pursed her lips.
  Charlotte giggled:
  - I didn't expect you to be such a pussy! We'll kill a thousand of them!
  - Did someone hit you on the head with a club?
  "No. Just believe me, the megagnome can hear us." The girl hesitated. "If the Sultan of the Dwarves didn't take him, that is, didn't call him into service, then he couldn't have gotten too far away from us."
  Gerda asked with very little confidence:
  - And other gnomes, elves, annihobbits?
  Charlotte quickly, with male ruthlessness, extinguished the last hope:
  "Others may hear, but what does it matter to them? Only the megagnome Kiy-Dar knows."
  Gerda began wiping her blood-stained foot on a huge, lush leaf. The leaf only looked soft on the outside, but was actually prickly. The barefoot blonde drew a moral:
  "Not all that glitters is gold, but everything that stinks is always shit! There's so much filth in the world that you can't believe the Creator is pure, even after taking a few steps on the ground!"
  In response, the Fire Devil hissed air again through her plastic pipe. Then the girls listened to the night for a long time. But the megagnome Kiy-Dar didn't hear, or couldn't even hear. And there was clearly no other gnome here.
  Gerda sang here:
  - If a friend suddenly turns out to be neither a friend nor an enemy, but a gnome... That means we're in for a madhouse!
  Charlotte interrupted her friend:
  - So, do you want a legion of ghouls to surround us? Come on, kick us, and hurry up!
  And again they resumed their grueling run, although both warriors were already feeling sick with fatigue. Sometimes Gerda dozed off as she walked, and for those sweet, brief moments it seemed as if he'd laid down, resting (a sort of dream-sleep-it's just incredibly cool!). But the visions crumbled like a lump of clay falling to the ground-easily and effortlessly, with only the body trembling nervously. And then it all began again, as if an invisible pendulum were swinging. A kind of half-reality and half-waking hung around them; they had to push their heavy eyelids apart to keep them from closing. The girls' bare feet were horribly punctured, but it was precisely this terrible pain that kept them from completely losing their sense of reality. And the landscape gradually changed... Tall walls loomed through the darkness around them; the tired blonde warrior seemed to be in a black stone corridor. They seemed to hear sounds-the heavy echo of his running. And there was something else, something terrifying and still-up ahead. Something alive, invisible as yet, was waiting for the girls, and they were running towards it. They didn't want to end up in hell, of course, but they ran anyway, like sheep chased by a tiger. It's not even clear why they started dreaming such nonsense, perhaps because of the extreme physical strain of the last weeks of the war in the African desert and the Asian mountains...
  Gerda whispered:
  - And even heaven can be hell, so remember that you don"t have to swim long to get to hell!
  Something tugged at the girl's arm. Consciousness jerked back to the warrior. She suddenly found herself standing motionless. The ground ahead sloped gently downwards. And the faint splash of water could be heard. A breath of freshness and moisture washed over the girl's exhausted face.
  Gerda exclaimed:
  - Wow, it turns out you can even run to heaven!
  "Virium!" Charlotte breathed out with feeling next to her. "The place where the fallen warriors of Greater Germany rest in bliss." Her ringing warrior voice was full of genuine joy.
  Gerda did not share such optimism:
  - More likely the foreland of Viriya.
  Charlotte said enthusiastically:
  - Where there is a field, there is a field!
  Gerda recalled the legend, recalled how, on the way to the Reichsrai, they had crossed a small, silvery river. From the height of a regal steed, the crossing seemed easy and quick. The blonde warrior even felt like a sultan, or sultana, which was even better! But it's one thing to sit atop a colossal, elite steed, and quite another to travel on the tiny legs of a goddess. She wondered how deep and treacherous this river was.
  Gerda slyly but figuratively remarked:
  - And the foreground is minefield!
  "Can you swim?" the red-haired girl turned to her.
  Gerda shrugged:
  - What a stupid question. Where did you see a representative of an elite SS battalion who couldn't swim?
  Charlotte shook her flaming curls decisively:
  "Forget about the SS elite. This is a completely different world, or even a vast universe with myriads of worlds. It's far from the same as it was back then!"
  "Do I know how?" Gerda asked herself, looking again into the emptiness that was inside the warrior.
  Charlotte muttered:
  - Well, give birth faster! Time is running out!
  "Of course, I have to know how to swim!" the blonde warrior said cheerfully, seeing the doubt on her friend's gentle yet menacing face.
  The butterfly, the size of an albatross, with blue wings speckled with yellow, fluttered its antennae in confirmation that the bare-legged blonde was telling the truth.
  "That's what I think, too, or almost," Charlotte replied hesitantly. "Although you know the saying: the turkey thought and ended up in the soup, the crow didn't think and ended up in the rattle! In any case, it's better if you know how, because I won't be able to pull you out. And there's only one way for us-to the other side."
  Gerda clenched her fists tightly:
  - Of course, cool, let's go!
  Charlotte warned:
  - We might have problems with the sword!
  The glamorous warriors approached the very edge of the bank and stepped into the black night water. Gerda felt the pressure of the water-the stream had a gentle current. The barefoot blonde knelt and drank greedily, then splashed the water on her tired, dusty face. The drowsiness vanished instantly. The water was cool and gentle, making her want to lie in it and relax her aching feminine muscles.
  Gerda said with enthusiasm:
  - And the mines in the foreground are not visible!
  - Wait! - Charlotte whispered.
  Gerda was surprised:
  - What are the traps here again?
  The fire-breathing warrior reassured:
  - No, but... I think we still have a chance!
  The Fire Warrior once again dabbed her white plastic with her sponges. She listened, looking around carefully.
  Gerda, in turn, relaxed, as if feeding on the divine energy of the water. Charlotte asked her:
  - And you look, it"s hard for me to concentrate in this place.
  The barefoot blonde also glanced back. It felt like dawn would soon break. The darkness was no longer as pitch-black as it had been just a moment ago; rippling chasms appeared in its impenetrability-it seemed as if the veil of night would soon fall. So the chase would begin very soon. It was good they had reached the river. Gerda, squinting, peered closer: the water was clearly visible at her maddening feet, dimly visible in the center of the current. The other bank, however, was almost lost in darkness.
  The snow-white warrior noted:
  "If only men's hands could caress our exhausted bodies with their veins standing out from the strain right now. What pleasure would we derive from that? Oh, the yearning flesh of innocent girls. My womb, the goddess Venus, so yearns for love and happiness, what every woman desires!"
  Charlotte blew her pipe again. This time, Gerda thought she heard something tremble in response, either in the air or the ground. And something spiky and yet so soft rubbed against the blonde warrior's bare heel. She spoke:
  - This is a boa constrictor's delight.
  "Did you hear?" The young fiery devil excitedly grabbed her hand. "The footsteps of the megagnome! Did you sense it, snow-white female?" Kiy-Dar responded. Charlotte kissed her friend on the ear. "Believe me, our victory is near, He's somewhere here!"
  Gerda noticed:
  - Yes, it's close... Like the moon for a bug!
  Charlotte began blowing harder on her whistle, made of magical plastic created by elves (techno-wizardry, indeed!), then pressing her ear to the ground. This time, the resulting tremors were much more noticeable.
  Gerda then philosophically remarked:
  - There is a saying that the longer you have bad luck at the beginning, the more successful the end will be!
  - Yes... - The emerald eyes of the beautiful girl narrowed joyfully, - he came to the call! Kiy-Dar!
  Gerda put her finger to her lips:
  - Be careful. It might not be the same megagnome at all, or a creature of a completely different order!
  They froze, listening. The tremors of the earth became more regular, heavier. Somewhere nearby, between the "islands" of bushes, a huge figure was making its way. He was like a giant genie, obediently seeking a master, even if he was just a young, beardless youth...
  Charlotte stated:
  "You probably can't even imagine the full power of the megagnomes. They're such powerful creatures that even hellfire retreats before them!"
  Gerda immediately objected:
  - No, I can imagine... If a gnome is a powerful creature, then a megagnome must be an order of magnitude stronger. After all, the word mega means a million times more!
  Charlotte, like a girl on a date with a pop star, readily agreed:
  - Yes, you're thinking correctly, my friend! A million, that's an entire invincible army!
  Gerda was surprised at this:
  - Why didn"t you call him earlier and let our friends die?
  Instead of answering, the young, red-haired devil blew her whistle again, air hissing softly from the curved nozzle. Suddenly, Charlotte froze mid-breath, her emerald eyes widening. The fiery she-wolf crouched in the water, touching Gerda's hand. She was so eager to answer, when suddenly...
  The girl's bare feet were suddenly seared with such a sharp pain that they jumped and... she woke up completely. Madeleine was holding a club with an electrical cord attached to it. A blister of electricity appeared on her pink soles, slightly calloused from running on the hot sand and sharp mountain rocks.
  The SS captain growled:
  "Come on, get up and get ready, put on your dress uniform! You can't parade around in a bikini in front of the Field Marshal! Look, kiddo, you'll get a reward, but if you do anything stupid, I'll make you spin Conan's wheel for 24 hours while giving you electric shocks." Madeline made a scarier face. "No, not 24 hours, but a whole week, without a single minute's rest. We still have time."
  The girls quickly began to get ready... And on another continent, interesting events were also taking place, similar ones.
  Yes, and now the battle is on again, and warrior Gerda, using her bare toes, sends a lethal projectile. The wrecked Pershing comes to a halt.
  There comes something larger and more clumsy, crawling along. A brand-new American development, a self-propelled gun with a 155-millimeter long-barreled gun and 305-millimeter armor. It weighs about 120 tons and is quite slow. It's barely moving...
  Gerda destroyed the Sherman with a well-aimed shot and noted:
  - It's coming for our souls!
  Charlotte fired using her bare toes, shattering the enemy into jagged pieces of metal and squealed:
  - For honor and Motherland!
  Christina noticed with alarm:
  - Maybe we should hit him with a bomb launcher?
  Magda stated confidently:
  - Leave this matter to me!
  And the girl pointed the gun at the enemy with her tenacious toes and fired.
  And the American monster stopped and exploded.
  These girls from the Third Reich are great!
  Winter has arrived, and an IS-7 is moving through the snow. The fighting is raging in America. The beauties from the USSR are fighting fiercely.
  Alenka fired at the Pershing with her bare toes and destroyed the enemy.
  And she cooed:
  - Glory to Russian communism!
  Anyuta also hit him with a projectile. She used her bare toes and cooed:
  - I'll say Superman girl!
  Alla also took off and fired, hitting another Patton tank. And such cool ones.
  What kind of a vegetable is this newest Patton tank? It's a Superperschnig, only with a more powerful 810-horsepower engine and steeply sloped armor.
  What an impressive vehicle, it could be a problem for the T-34-85. But the IS-7 can easily pummel it from a distance. And the Soviet tank, taking a shell to its frontal armor, sends it ricocheting. Now that's a fighting machine. And in response, it obliterates the American with a single swing.
  Then Maria fires, striking the enemy accurately. She pierces him through and through and screams:
  - Our army is strong, it protects the peace!
  And also uses bare toes.
  And then Marusya will strike. And shatter the enemy's armor into splinters. In this case, using her bare heel.
  And he will roar:
  - For Stalin's new reforms!
  She is such a fighting beauty, and she wants to please everyone.
  This is how the team on the IS-7 works, it makes even the devil sick.
  But now the girls are advancing forward.
  Elizabeth is fighting in a T-54. And she's acting desperately. Such an aggressive beauty.
  And the girls have a pretty good car. And they shoot with it extremely accurately.
  For example, they took and hit the "SuperPershing" and yelled:
  - Our holy communism!
  Elizabeth aimed the gun with her bare toes. She fired at the target and squealed:
  - My victory will be great!
  And she winked at her partners.
  Ekaterina spanked with the help of a scarlet nipple and squealed:
  - For our great victories!
  And how he laughs out loud.
  And Elena, using her bare toes, slammed into the enemy. She shattered the powerful armor, cracked the metal, and squealed:
  - Our mighty nation!
  And he will roar at the top of his lungs...
  - Hooray!
  And Euphrasia will also strike the enemy, this time with a strawberry nipple. She will crush the enemy and yelp:
  - For the greatness of communism on all planets of the galaxy!
  These are the coolest girls in the world. And nothing can stop them or curb them.
  Ekaterina squeals and shakes her chest:
  - I am a super girl!
  And her nipples shimmer like rubies... She once shoved them in a black man's face and made him lick them. Then she licked his male perfection with her tongue. What's so delicious about it anyway?
  How pleasant it is for a girl - there is no greater pleasure in the world to describe.
  This is how the girls crush their opponents. And they experience the joy of their glorious victories and colossal achievements.
  And Anastasia Vedmakova and Alenka Sokolovskaya are absolutely stunning. They're simply brimming with passion and a tsunami of lust.
  Anastasia fires a scarlet nipple at the enemy, hits the Yankee plane and screams at the top of her lungs:
  - I'm a beautiful superman!
  Alenka Sokolovskaya continues to crush her opponent with the help of strawberry nipples and roars:
  - And I am the tallest girl in the world!
  These are such fighting women, and it must be said that they are real thieves! No one can stand against them.
  Even America... and each one has already earned ten gold stars of the Hero of the USSR...
  For such a phenomenal achievement, they received a special award: the diamond star of the Hero of the USSR. Which in itself is quite an honor and a truly impressive feat.
  Have fun, beauties!
  The best is certainly yet to come!
  Oleg Rybachenko conducted another operation in Saudi Arabia.
  The Tsarist army of Nicholas II was expanding Russian territory. A girl named Margarita Korshunova now fought alongside Oleg. She was also a mutant warrior who had achieved immortality.
  Well, the eternal children brought all these mujahideen gangs into submission. And defeated them - by forcing them to swear allegiance to the Russian Tsar.
  At the same time, Oleg Rybachenko is not averse to composing a beautiful and slightly different continuation of the girls" adventures;
  After the New Year, the Germans and the coalition made significant advances into the United States. The Americans, facing a more technologically advanced enemy, were losing.
  By the end of March, the Wehrmacht approached Washington and began storming the US capital.
  The battles were raging and unequal, and it was clear that the girls were winning here... Gerda's pyramidal tank was especially good, as were her compositions.
  During the shelling of the White House, when her tank was being hit with direct fire, Gerda fell asleep and dreamed of this...
  She saw the partisan Lara Mikheiko captured by the Nazis. The fourteen-year-old girl was shooting back at the Nazis. Two of her comrades were killed. She hid in a hut.
  The grandmother wanted to pass her off as her granddaughter, but the Nazis didn't believe her. And they took her away... They were about to start searching her.
  And then Lara snatched a grenade, and the Nazis fell. The girl mentally said goodbye to this light and threw it... But the grenade didn't explode.
  It was not possible to escape heroically.
  They knocked Lara down, hit her a couple of times, and gave her a black eye. But they didn't hit her too hard, apparently afraid of hurting her!
  When she was brought to the hut for interrogation, Lara behaved insolently.
  Looking bravely into the eyes of the SS colonel, she said:
  - You Fritzes will soon be destroyed! Hear the roar of guns, destruction is coming from the Red Army!
  The colonel replied to this:
  - Daring girl, you will get acquainted with the whip!
  Lara shouted boldly:
  - Pain doesn't scare me!
  The colonel ordered:
  - Take this brat out into the street with a poster: partisan and show it to the whole village!
  The policeman readily suggested:
  - It's snowing outside and it's freezing... Shouldn't we take the girl out barefoot to cool her ardor?
  The SS colonel nodded in agreement:
  - That's right! Let him walk around in the cold barefoot, maybe he'll come to his senses!
  They tore off Lara's sheepskin coat and sweater, leaving her wearing only a cotton dress. They pulled off her rough shoes and black stockings. The girl was left barefoot in just a light dress.
  They hung a sign around her neck with the inscription: "I am a partisan." And, with her hands tied behind her back, they led her out onto the porch. The girl's bare feet felt the cold and snow.
  Lara smiled. She was genuinely embarrassed by the bruise on her face and how she looked. And she could walk barefoot in the snow. Her soles had become very rough over the summer, from so many barefoot walks. She'd only recently put on shoes, and it wasn't the first time she'd endured cold and hunger.
  Lara walked on her own, still smiling. The wind blew, fluttering her copper-red hair, and the snow crunched under her bare feet.
  The girl walked with an air of a princess ascending a throne, leaving behind delicate, tiny footprints, almost like those of a child's feet.
  People looked at her with sympathy.
  One of the old women in a fur coat started chattering:
  - Horrible! They're leading a barefoot girl!
  The weather was sunny, and Lara's calloused soles suffered little from the cold. She walked along, baring her teeth.
  Then the whip burned her. The girl screamed and bit her lip.
  They hit her a couple more times, hard. Lara barely managed to stay on her feet and forced herself to hold back a scream.
  The stubborn girl was taken to a special hut where torture devices were located.
  So they put her on the rack and started to burn her heels with a hot iron...
  And two executioners lashed Lara with whips. At first, the girl suppressed her screams with titanic effort, but when wide strips of red-hot iron were applied to her bare soles, she screamed and lost consciousness. They brought her back to her senses...
  Horror...
  Gerda woke up... Damn it, what a dream, when they are on the eve of victory, their tank is shelling the White House.
  And then such nasty things happen...
  Gerda fired at the Super Pershing leaving the house, pierced it through and cooed:
  - Peace, work and love!
  After which she stuck out her tongue.
  Charlotte also hit the enemy with her bare toes and yelped:
  - I'm a super class girl!
  Christina also struck, hissing like a snake and pressing the joystick button with her scarlet nipple, piercing her opponent:
  - We are supermen!
  And Magda will hit the enemy, crush the tank, make the combat kit detonate, and say:
  - Let's go for the highest level!
  After which she winks at her partners. This girl is practically a top-notch gunner.
  The warriors are crushing the Yankees and racking up the scores... Albina and Alvina have each already shot down two thousand vehicles. For this, they received a new award: the Diamond Star of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Silver Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds.
  That's how the girls distinguished themselves, becoming super-class aces. And no one could stop them or defeat them.
  Anastasia Vedmakova and Akulina Sokolovskaya and Orlova each received a new award: the Order of Glory, highest class, with diamonds, which they were quite delighted about. Such cool girls.
  And the war is coming to an end... The Americans surrender on April 20, 1948. And another history of World War II is turned upside down.
  This time, it seemed, a period of lasting peace had arrived. The USSR got Alaska back, and everyone was happy. And the countries of the American continent were divided between Japan and the Third Reich. Thus, the temporary redivision of the world was completed.
  The Germans are tired of war.
  Hitler permitted polygamy in the Third Reich-up to four wives per man-and imposed draconian taxes on couples with no children or fewer than three. This was a powerful move to encourage population policy.
  Moreover, Hitler himself had fathered many children through artificial insemination. And from among them, an heir to the throne had to be chosen.
  There was no sadness; the Third Reich, together with Japan, digested what it had conquered.
  But then, on March 5, 1953, Stalin died. And Beria came to power. Why Beria? He had a good chance of gaining the throne in real history, but a stroke of luck prevented him: a revolt in East Germany, during the suppression of which a counter-plot against Beria was hatched. And here, of course, there was no East Germany.
  Moreover, Hitler wanted Beria, a Germanophile and a predictable figure known to the Germans, to rule after Stalin. And when his health deteriorated, Stalin made a will in favor of Beria.
  So everything was decided in favor of the head of the secret and not only secret police.
  Well, Beria suggested to Hitler to deal with Japan before it acquired nuclear weapons.
  You never know what might pop into a samurai's head.
  Beria and Hitler agreed on a joint war with Japan and the division of its territory.
  On April 20, 1954, a joint war began against the vast colonial empire of the samurai.
  A new page in history is being turned. Soviet troops are advancing on Japan.
  And the Germans too... Here again, Gerda and Charlotte are fighting in a pyramidal tank. Their machine is a two-seater, weighs fifty tons, and has a compact gas turbine engine producing 2,500 horsepower. You can imagine how fast a German vehicle is. And the armor is special, mixed with plastic. And very strong, impenetrable from all angles. The gun is a small caliber, 75 mm, but with a very high muzzle velocity in a high-pressure cannon. It has increased armor-piercing properties. And the ammunition supply and rate of fire are high. The penetration is high.
  The tank itself is just super... So Gerda knows what to fight with.
  Soviet vehicles are weaker. The main tank is still the T-54, a decent machine and relatively inexpensive, but significantly inferior to the German version in every way. The IS-7 never achieved widespread use. It was replaced by the IS-10, which received a 122mm gun, but with a longer barrel and decent frontal armor, despite weaker sides. But all this came in at a weight of fifty-three tons, which is not bad.
  Gerda fires her Panther-6 tank at the Japanese using her bare toes and pressing the joystick buttons, while roaring:
  - Glory to the ideas of the Aryan Brotherhood!
  Charlotte presses the joystick buttons, her scarlet nipple firing from seven machine guns, and squeals:
  - Our happiness is in the communism of the Aryan dream!
  And the girl laughs again...
  Christina and Magda fight in another pyramidal Panther-6.
  Christina presses the joystick buttons with her bare toes, defeats the Japanese opponent, and roars:
  - Glory to my guy!
  Magda also opens fire and, laughing loudly, says, pressing the joystick button with her ruby nipple:
  - Glory to our young men!
  And how they laugh out loud. These are truly wonderful girls, in the heat of war.
  Yes, it looks like doomsday has arrived for Japan. But so far, everything is going according to plan.
  Elizaveta and her crew fight in a slightly modernized T-54 tank. But the difference is minor. The gun has a slightly higher rate of fire, and the shell is more armor-piercing. That's the real difference.
  And the engine is the same 520-horsepower diesel... The Japanese use tanks of their own design and licensed German ones. They're also generally quite good vehicles. Especially the Hirohito-3, weighing fifty-eight tons, with a 105-millimeter gun with a 70-degree barrel, superior to the T-54 in armament, and equal in armor and performance, except perhaps in range.
  This Japanese tank is a problem for the USSR. But the Land of the Rising Sun has lighter vehicles.
  They are easier to deal with.
  Elizabeth shoots with her bare toes, hitting the samurai tanks. She does it very skillfully, and squeals:
  - Glory to our free Fatherland!
  Ekaterina fires again, using a scarlet nipple, and after smashing the Japanese car, she screams:
  - God-given Rus'!
  Elena also thrashes the enemy, smashes the enemy tank with her bare heel and roars:
  - For the greatness of the ideas of communism!
  Euphrasia also shoots and does this with the help of the strawberry nipple of her firm breast, and squeals:
  - Glory to the victories of higher communism!
  That's how they maneuver their tank deftly and avoid damage. The Hirohito-3 tank can be considered a heavy tank, but it's quite common. It's difficult to penetrate such a vehicle.
  And here it is, going for the girls. The gun is larger in caliber and has a higher muzzle velocity. The Japanese tank's frontal turret armor is even thicker than the Soviet tank's 240mm, and the frontal hull armor is also thicker-150mm at the top and 120mm at the bottom. And the Japanese tank is even faster, with a 1,500-horsepower gas turbine engine. This tank is Japan's best. You can't mess around with it.
  But Elizabeth, using her scarlet nipple, sends the shell straight into the butt, and the Japanese tank explodes, having failed to hit the Soviet vehicle.
  Ekaterina chirped and kissed her friend on her bare heel:
  - You are smart, Lisa!
  Elizabeth did not agree:
  - I'm just a genius!
  And how she laughs at the top of her lungs. What a girl.
  And they howl quite a bit... Ekaterina, for example, remembers how she ran away in '41. Her shoes broke after a couple of days, and she had to stomp around barefoot. And for a city girl unaccustomed to it, it hurt-every bump, every twig, every lump could be felt. And her feet were so sore they bled, every step exploding with pain.
  Never had the girl imagined that walking barefoot could be so painful. No wonder Hugo sympathized with the barefoot girl Closet. If even in summer girls' feet were like that, then what about in winter?
  Ekaterina, however, quickly got used to it; her young body adapted quickly, and the wounded soles of her feet became calloused and rough. Walking barefoot became pleasant. Ekaterina didn't even bother putting on shoes until the frost hit. But then a group of four formed, and Efrasinia taught them the art of witches. Witches, in order to prolong their youth, often run barefoot in the snow. Long story short, the girls mastered secret knowledge and looked about twenty years old, and even barefoot and in bikinis, they didn't freeze in the cold. Such were the beauties they became. And there were none cooler than them, except, of course, for Alenka. She fought in an IS-10 modification with an extended barrel. This tank had only recently entered production, and is still rare. The IS-7 never entered mass production, apparently due to its high cost and production difficulties.
  So Alenka's crew crushes these Japanese and sings songs to itself.
  Rise up like bonfires, blue nights,
  We are pioneers, children of workers...
  The era of bright years is approaching,
  The cry of the pioneers: always be ready!
  When girls get down to business, there's no resisting them. In fact, you could say they're the perfect creation of war.
  The battles continue and Japan is losing.
  So, Soviet troops took southern Sakhalin in May. And they acted with extreme caution.
  But battalions of Soviet girls demonstrate remarkable fighting skills.
  Of their weapons, the AK, of course, came into use. It's inferior to the German version, but simple and reliable. It mows down opponents, although its accuracy at range is lower than that of the German assault carbine.
  Soviet girls force captured Japanese soldiers to kiss their bare, dusty feet and lick their bare heels. That's their tactic.
  Fighting warriors of the highest class.
  In the summer of 1954, the Germans had largely cleared America of Japanese troops.
  The battalion of barefoot girls, led by Margaret, fought especially beautifully. The girls scattered the samurai, and the captured young men were forced to kiss their feet and lick the vulva of Venus.
  Gerda and her crew on the Panther-6 did a good job, and sent a lot of Japanese to hell, and some to heaven.
  Four female ninjas fought against Soviet troops advancing in Manchuria.
  The blue-haired ninja slashed with her swords and performed a windmill, cutting down Soviet soldiers. Then, she tossed a pea-sized explosive with her toes, flipping over a Soviet T-54 tank, and barked:
  - The coolest country is Japan!
  The yellow-haired ninja girl also slashes at her opponent with her blades and kicks a boomerang with her bare heel, yelling:
  - For our samurai victories!
  A red-haired ninja girl will easily perform an aggressive sword spin, cutting down Soviet soldiers. Then, her bare toes will launch a bomb. They'll tear a Soviet tank apart, and the warrior will squeal:
  - In the name of the ideas of communism!
  The white-haired ninja girl took and chopped at her opponents, as if fanning the field, cutting down another Russian soldier, and with her bare toes launched a deadly weapon that would tear two whole Soviet tanks into pieces.
  And he will roar:
  - For the greatness of the country!
  The girls love to kill, and they love raping prisoners even more. So much so that the men pass out from the strain. And that's what ninja girls love. Riding tied-up men while simultaneously lashing them with whips.
  But despite the heroism of the Japanese, they are losing to better and more advanced technology.
  Moreover, in the sky there are super-class aces Anastasia Vedmakova and Akulina Sokolovskaya, who crush the Japanese like clockwork windmills.
  Anastasia, using her bare toes, cuts down six Japanese planes with one burst and squeals:
  - Glory to the ideas of communism in Rus'!
  Akulina pressed a button, cut down seven Japanese planes at once with her scarlet nipple, and roared:
  - Glory to the heroes of Russia!
  The warriors are taking revenge on Japan for their past grievances, and especially for their defeat in the war during the reign of Tsar Nicholas II. No, this will never be forgotten, and generations will never forgive.
  Anastasia pressed her ruby nipple and fired another burst, shooting down the Japanese planes and roaring:
  - Glory to the era of communism of Beria!
  Akulina pressed her bare toes, struck the samurai planes and cooed:
  - For great victories!
  And Albina and Alvina racked up record scores. For three thousand aircraft shot down, they were awarded the Diamond Star of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross, along with golden oak leaves, swords, and diamonds.
  Albina fired a burst of fire with her scarlet nipple. She cut down a dozen Japanese planes at once and cooed:
  - For my chest!
  And she imagined herself in the arms of a black warrior.
  Alvina slapped her bare toes, knocked down a dozen and a half Japanese planes, and squealed:
  - For great victories!
  German girls are very feisty and beautiful. They love men with dark skin, and their tongues are always ready to polish the ebony perfection of men.
  Albina, using her bare toes, hit the samurai again and shot down their planes.
  And she cooed:
  - I am superman!
  Alvina pressed her strawberry nipple, mowed down a mass of Japanese planes and squealed:
  - I'm a space shrew!
  The girl is very militant and active in her hypersexuality.
  True Aryan women are simply superb! And in general, such beauties of the highest order!
  German and Soviet troops, defeating the enemy, advance across China.
  During the assault on Singapore, soldiers from the airborne division and the barefoot all-girl unit "Barracudas" distinguished themselves. The girls, splashing their bare heels through puddles of pouring tropical rain, stormed the Japanese fortified positions and bayoneted them to death.
  These are the fighting beauties.
  Japan was reeling from the crushing blows of such an aggressive team.
  In the fall of 1954, most of China was captured by the Axis powers. The situation became significantly more difficult for the Land of the Rising Sun.
  Hitler remarked:
  - Two birds can't get along in one den!
  And the warriors Albina and Alvina shot down their fourth thousand aircraft. Japan produced cheap but low-quality aircraft in very large quantities, so racking up the bills was very convenient.
  Albina, using her bare toes, cut down another samurai and squealed:
  - This is our wonderful world!
  Alvina, using her scarlet nipple, knocked down a whole dozen Japanese cars and chirped:
  - Glory to the era of communism, throughout the universe!
  Albina, also using the strawberry nipple and knocking down the samurai, was surprised and yelped:
  - Are you talking about communism?
  Alvina, using her bare toes and cutting down a dozen Japanese planes, reported:
  - The new Aryan order is communism!
  The girls burst out laughing... For the fourth thousand aircraft, they were awarded the Diamond Star of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with platinum oak leaves, swords, and diamonds. Even this very high award is a record for these beauties.
  These are the girls you should look up to...
  However, Anastasia Vedmakova and Akulina Sokolovskaya are not inferior and have exceeded the score of five hundred downed aircraft.
  And they received new, very high awards, and collected a whole collection of stars for themselves.
  Anastasia points her weapon with her bare feet and knocks down the enemy, cutting off the opponent and squeaks:
  - For communism throughout the planet!
  Akulina, cutting down her opponent with a squeeze of her scarlet nipple, squeals aggressively:
  - Even children know us!
  In the winter, Japan lost almost all of its colonies, and the fighting moved to the metropolis itself.
  The year 1955 has arrived, when the battles are raging and there is no end in sight.
  Japan is giving in, slowly but surely. And gradually losing the war.
  But the samurai fight desperately and fiercely.
  Alenka and her crew moved into an experimental IS-11 tank. This vehicle is equipped with a 130-millimeter gun and has solid tracks on the bottom.
  Alenka shoots with her bare toes, pierces her opponent, and roars:
  - Glory to communism with girls' bare heels!
  Anyuta also fired with the help of a scarlet nipple, pressing the triggers of the machine guns, there were as many as nine of them, and yelped:
  - We girls are really cool!
  Alla also hit him with her bare toes, crushing his opponent and roared:
  - Now get going!
  Maria struck with her bare heel. It pierced the enemy and cooed, baring her teeth:
  - To new achievements!
  Marusya hit with the help of a strawberry nipple, ramming the enemies with a deadly grip and squealed:
  - For the great communism!
  Alenka fired again and roared:
  - May the collective farmer president and gypsy dictator Sasha die!
  And he slaps his bare foot on the armor.
  Look how these girls got going, it's just superb. They are truly amazing warriors.
  Here they are singing in chorus:
  No, the keen eye will not fade,
  A falcon's, an eagle's gaze...
  The people's voice is ringing -
  The whisper will crush the snake!
  
  Stalin lives in my heart,
  So that we do not know sorrow...
  The door to space has been opened -
  The stars were sparkling above us!
  
  I believe the whole world will wake up,
  There will be an end to fascism...
  And the Sun will shine -
  Light the way for communism!
  Elizaveta and her T-54 tank are also fighting, such a fighting witch-girl.
  And the beauties knock down Japanese cars with their bare feet.
  Elizabeth pressed the joystick button with her scarlet nipple and chirped:
  - Glory to the ideas of Soviet communism!
  And how this beauty will laugh! And flash her pearly teeth.
  Ekaterina took it and also pointed her bare toes and squealed:
  - In the victory of the immortal ideas of communism,
  We see the future of our country...
  Elena hit her opponent with her ruby nipple and bared her teeth, squealing:
  - And to the red banner of our Fatherland,
  We will always be selflessly faithful!
  Euphrasia kicked him with her bare heel and hissed:
  - Glory to our free Fatherland,
  Friendship of peoples, support forever!
  And all the girls, using their bare toes, sang in chorus:
  - Legitimate force, the will of the people,
  After all, the common man is for unity!
  It must be said that the warriors are distinguished by incredible combat aggression.
  And here comes Gerda, fighting...
  Her "Panther"-6 is like a supertank, shredding samurai positions.
  Gerda will fire with the help of the scarlet nipple, pressing the joystick button and roar:
  - For the Aryan world!
  Charlotte will also slap, with the help of her bare toes, tear apart a mass of Japanese and yelp:
  - For great frontiers!
  Kristina and Magda are also fighting. The girls are extremely feisty and very beautiful, almost naked in bikinis.
  Christina fired her ruby nipple, destroyed the Japanese tank "Hirohito-4" and cooed:
  - Glory to my country!
  Magda also hit, using her bare toes, destroyed the samurai howitzer and yelped:
  - Glory to great achievements!
  These girls are top notch!
  Tokyo fell at the end of March. And on April 20, 1955, Japan surrendered, thus ending the Great War.
  Albina and Alvina shot down more than 5,000 aircraft. For this, they received a special award: the Grand Diamond Star of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Silver Oak Leaves, Diamond Swords, and Silver Oak Leaves.
  The war isn't over yet. It's just lurking for a while. But Hitler has conquered almost the entire world.
  Beria received back southern Sakhalin, the Kuril Islands, and Manchuria along with Port Arthur.
  The USSR had become a strong country, licking its wounds. For a time, Nazi Germany conquered other countries, suppressing their meager resistance.
  The war was aimed at annihilation and world domination. But another global confrontation was brewing.
  Meanwhile, clouds were gathering over the USSR. And in 1959, on his seventieth birthday, Adolf Hitler decided to attack Soviet Russia, ruled by Beria. The Führer had practically the entire world on his side.
  But the USSR had become a strong, industrial power. So, the odds were stacked against the odds.
  Both countries possessed nuclear weapons, but Gerda and Albina were able to create a generator that would emit radiation that would cover the entire planet Earth, making this type of attack impossible.
  And Hitler decided to seize the world's last sovereign power. The western border ran along the Dnieper, and beyond that, Belarus and the Baltic states were under German control. The Nazis even managed to hold on to Crimea. The USSR leased a base for the Black Sea Fleet in Sevastopol.
  Besides the rest of its territory, Russia also included a part of China, Manchuria. Thus, the population of the USSR, where a very active birth-encouragement policy was pursued and polygamy was legalized by the communist, atheistic regime, had already exceeded the pre-war figures of 1941, despite territorial losses, and was growing by three percent annually.
  Beria banned both abortion and contraception and imposed exorbitant taxes on families with fewer than four children.
  According to plan and by force, the USSR developed rapidly, and its military power increased.
  Hitler, sensing a potential threat, having completed the gathering of the world into a united Third Reich, decided to start his last war on this planet.
  What about the last war? There's nothing left to conquer on Earth. A year ago, the Germans landed on the Moon, and the era of space expansion has begun. But will Hitler live to see the era of Star Wars and the conquest of galaxies? Despite a healthy lifestyle, a vegetarian diet, regular exercise, and measured physical activity, it was clear the Führer was aging. His scalp was becoming increasingly bald, his hair was graying, and he looked tired. Yet, the Führer was trying to stay cheerful.
  Be that as it may, he must complete his final mission and conquer the USSR. Even if the Führer dies, he will have about a thousand sons sired through natural insemination. And one of them will be recognized as the best, the most capable, and will ascend to the throne as the greatest dictator in the history of planet Earth.
  In any case, delay was too risky, and while nuclear weapons were ineffective, Hitler threw over fifty million soldiers at the USSR in the first wave alone. He also deployed a huge number of tanks, aircraft, and flying discs. And that's a colossal force.
  The USSR continued to modernize its weapons. The T-64 tank, heavier and armed with a powerful 125-millimeter gun capable of penetrating even pyramid-shaped German tanks with pennant shells, was developed. However, the T-64 had only just begun to enter production. The T-54, still the mainstay tank, was still underpowered against German models. This was also one of the reasons why Hitler rushed to attack Russia.
  The IS-11 didn't catch on... The IS-12 was designed with a 203-millimeter gun, but it proved too expensive, heavy, and large. The IS-15 was a compromise with a long-barreled 152-millimeter gun. This vehicle resembled a scaled-up T-64 and was also just entering production.
  The German Panther-6 main battle tank, a pyramidal design, was slightly modernized into the Panther-7, with its gun caliber increased to 88 mm for greater destruction. The engine was also upgraded to a more powerful 3,000 horsepower, providing tremendous speed and maneuverability while maintaining its weight at 50 tons and improving armor quality.
  Even the newest Soviet T-64 was noticeably inferior to the German tank in terms of maneuverability and side and frontal armor. But at least the T-64 could penetrate the German tank, albeit at close range.
  In the air, the Germans were also superior in both the number and quality of their aircraft. But the USSR never managed to develop its own disc aircraft. The Germans, however, installed heat rays-like lasers-on Belontsi discs, allowing them to conduct more effective fire.
  And the Nazis' disc craft flew at ten times the speed of sound. And that's truly colossal. That's how powerful the Third Reich's army was.
  And they have underground tanks. And a lot of other cool stuff. In short, Beria has practically no chance.
  But the Soviet troops possessed colossal defensive power. And the invasion began with an air offensive. The forces were unequal, and the Germans crushed Soviet cities. Tens of thousands of them advanced across Russia and took Smolensk.
  Natasha made a decision:
  - We need to force Hitler and his gang to withdraw their troops from the USSR and release the captured children!
  Playful Zoya agreed with this:
  - Of course we must! And save our ancestors from fascism!
  Augustine noted, stamping her bare feet:
  - We will do it, without any doubt!
  Svetlana readily confirmed:
  - We have all the means for this!
  No sooner said than done, the four warriors attack the fascist hordes.
  Warriors from God's Russian Century and mutant witches once again clashed with the Nazis of the twentieth century.
  The fascist brown empire has too many soldiers. They flow like an endless river.
  Naturally, the four girls took the task of destroying Wehrmacht tanks and planes very seriously. From the very beginning, they crushed them with both hands and feet, protected by a force field. But...
  Oleg Rybachenko and Natasha's youngest daughter, Margarita Korshunova, appeared out of nowhere.
  They grabbed their lightsabers and charged up with nanobots. They were determined to crush the hated fascists. So the four became six.
  Natasha Korshunova, snapping her toes on her bare, sculpted feet, noted:
  - Really? Well, why is it that we can't beat our fate any other way?
  The aggressive, golden-haired Zoya, continuing to crush the Germans, logically noted:
  - We'll do it faster! Faster, we'll save the USSR!
  A barefoot boy, no older than twelve, Oleg Rybachenko, cutting down the Nazis with swords, both infantry and tanks, roared:
  - We will never give in!
  And from the boy"s bare foot a sharp disk flew, cutting down three fascist planes at once!
  Margarita Korshunova, her bare heels flashing, crushing her opponents, both tanks and infantry, baring her teeth, muttered:
  - There is a place for heroism in the world!
  And from the girl"s bare foot, poisonous needles flew out, striking the Nazis and their planes and tanks.
  Natasha Korshunova also threw her bare toes, murderously, and howled:
  - We will never forget and we will never forgive.
  And her lightsabers swept through the fascists in the mill. Then her blasters slashed at the tanks, slicing off their turrets. The planes got their share, too.
  Red-haired Augustine, cutting down the enemies, squealed:
  - For a new order!
  And from her bare feet, new needles flew out. And into the eyes and throats of Hitler's soldiers and planes.
  Yes, it was clear that the warriors were getting excited and furious.
  Cool Zoya, chopping down white and brown soldiers, tanks and planes, squealed:
  - Our iron will!
  And from her bare foot flies a new, deadly gift. And tanks and White soldiers fall, and the tails of planes burn.
  Svetlana Snow White chops at the miller, her swords like lightning.
  The fascists fall like cut sheaves.
  The girl throws needles with her bare feet, shoots down enemy planes and squeals:
  - For Mother Russia, the human space empire will win!
  Oleg Rybachenko attacks the Nazis. The boy-terminator cuts down the brown troops.
  And at the same time, the boy"s bare toes shoot out needles with poison, they tear apart gun barrels and shoot down planes.
  The boy roars:
  - Glory to the Future Rus'!
  And while moving, it cuts up everyone's heads and faces, and at the same time the tank turrets.
  Terminator girl Margarita also destroys enemies, aircraft, and tanks.
  Her bare feet flicker. The Nazis are dying in large numbers. The warrior screams:
  - To new frontiers!
  And then the girl just takes it and chops...
  A mass of corpses of fascist soldiers.
  And here's Natasha Korshunova on the offensive. She's chopping down Nazis along with tanks and planes, and singing:
  - Rus' is great and radiant,
  I'm a very strange girl!
  And disks fly from her bare feet. The ones that saw through the throats of fascists. Yes, this is a girl who demolishes tanks.
  Zoya Angelskaya is on the offensive. She chops down brown soldiers with both hands. She spits from a straw. And she hurls deadly needles with her bare toes - shooting down tanks and planes.
  And at the same time he sings to himself:
  - Eh, little club, let's go!
  Oh, my dearest one will do!
  Augustine, cutting down the Nazis with laser swords and exterminating the brown soldiers, along with the tanks, squeals:
  - All shaggy and in animal skin,
  He rushed at the riot police with a baton!
  And with his bare toes he launches at the enemy something that would kill an elephant, let alone a tank.
  And then he squeaks:
  - Wolfhounds! Twenty-second century!
  Svetlana Snow White is on the offensive. She hacks and slashes at the Nazis. With her bare feet, she launches gifts of death at them.
  Runs a mill with swords.
  She crushed a mass of fighters, along with tanks and planes, and screamed:
  - A great victory is coming!
  And again the girl is in wild motion.
  And her bare feet launch deadly needles, destroying tanks and planes.
  Oleg Rybachenko jumped. The boy spun into a somersault. He cut down a horde of Nazis in mid-air.
  He threw needles with his bare toes, knocking down tanks and planes, and gurgled:
  - Glory to my beautiful courage!
  And again the boy is in battle.
  Tough girl Margarita Korshunova goes on the offensive. She slashes at every enemy. Her swords are sharper than mill blades. And her bare toes hurl gifts of death, setting tanks and planes ablaze.
  A girl on a wild attack, slaughtering brown warriors without ceremony.
  And it jumps up and down every now and then and twists!
  And gifts of annihilation fly from her.
  And the Nazis fall dead. And whole mounds of corpses pile up.
  Margarita squeaks aggressively:
  - I am an American cowboy!
  And again her bare feet were hit by a needle.
  And then a dozen more needles!
  Natasha Korshunova is also very cool on the offensive.
  And he throws things with his bare feet, and spits from a tube, knocking down tanks and planes.
  And he screams at the top of his lungs:
  - I am the sparkling death! All you have to do is die!
  And again the beauty is on the move.
  Zoya Angelskaya storms a pile of Nazi corpses. And boomerangs of destruction fly from her bare feet.
  And the brown warriors keep falling and falling, along with the tanks and planes.
  Little girl Zoya screams:
  - Barefoot girl, you will be defeated!
  And from the girl's bare heel, a dozen needles fly, which plunge straight into the Nazis' throats.
  They fall down dead.
  Or rather, completely dead, along with tanks and planes.
  Augustina is on the offensive. She crushes the brown troops. Her swords are wielded in both hands. And what a remarkable warrior she is.
  A tornado sweeps through the fascist troops - planes and tanks fall.
  The girl with red hair roars:
  - The future is hidden! But it will be victorious!
  And on the offensive is a beauty with fiery hair.
  Augustine, in the wild ecstasy of dreams, sends a pulsar with her bare heel and roars:
  - The gods of war will tear everything apart!
  And the warrior is on the offensive.
  And her bare feet throw out a lot of sharp, poisonous needles that shoot down planes and pierce the armor of tanks.
  Svetlana Belosnezhnaya in battle. And so sparkling and feisty. Her bare legs spit out so much lethal energy. Not a human being, but death with blonde hair.
  But if it gets going, you won"t be able to stop it.
  Svetlana Belosnezhnaya sings:
  - Life won't be honey,
  So jump in a round dance!
  Let your dream come true -
  Beauty turns a man into a slave!
  And the barefoot girl's movements become more and more furious. And more and more destroyed tanks and planes.
  Oleg Rybachenko's offensive is accelerating. The boy is beating the Nazis.
  His bare feet throw sharp needles, tearing apart tanks and planes.
  The young warrior squeaks:
  - A mad empire will tear everyone apart!
  And again the boy is on the move.
  Margarita is a rambunctious schoolgirl and a total terminator in her activity. She thrashes her enemies.
  She threw a pea-sized explosive with her bare foot. It exploded, and immediately sent a hundred Nazis and ten tanks flying into the air.
  The girl screams:
  - Victory will come to us anyway!
  And he will carry out a mill with swords - the barrels of tanks fly in different directions.
  Natasha Korshunova sped up her movements. The girl cuts down the brown warriors. And all the while, she screams:
  - Victory awaits the Russian Empire.
  And let's exterminate the Nazis at an accelerated pace, along with tanks and planes.
  Natasha Korshunova is a terminator girl.
  It doesn't think about stopping or slowing down, and tanks and planes are shot down.
  Zoya Angelskaya is on the offensive. Her swords seem to be slicing through a salad of meat and metal. She screams at the top of her lungs:
  - Our salvation is in force!
  And bare toes also throw out such needles.
  And a mass of people with pierced throats lie in mounds of corpses, as well as broken tanks and downed planes.
  Augustina is a wild girl. And she destroys everyone like a hyperplasmic robot.
  She's already destroyed hundreds of Nazis, as well as a multitude of tanks and planes. But the tempo is still picking up. And the warrior is still roaring.
  - I'm so invincible! The coolest one in the world!
  And again the beauty is on the attack.
  And from her bare toes, a pea flies out. And three hundred Nazis and a dozen tanks are torn apart by a powerful explosion.
  Augustina, flexing her abdominal muscles and shaking her breasts with scarlet nipples, sang:
  - You won"t dare to seize our land!
  Svetlana Belosnezhnaya is also on the offensive. And she doesn't give us a moment's respite. A wild terminator girl.
  And he cuts down the enemy and exterminates the Nazis. And a mass of brown soldiers has already collapsed into the ditch and along the roads, along with wrecked tanks and planes.
  The Six went wild and started a wild battle.
  Karate Kid Oleg Rybachenko is back in action. He advances, swinging both swords. And the Terminator boy performs a windmill. The dead Nazis fall.
  A mass of corpses. Whole mountains of bloody bodies, a pile of wrecked cars and planes.
  The boy inventor recalls a wild strategy game where horses and people also mixed together.
  Child killer Oleg Rybachenko squeals:
  - Woe from Wit!
  And there will be tons of money!
  And the boy-terminator is in a new movement. And his bare feet will take something and throw it.
  The genius boy roared:
  - Master class and Adidas!
  It really was a cool show. And how many Nazis were killed? And they killed the greatest number of the greatest of the "brown" fighters, along with tanks and planes.
  Barefoot girl Margarita is also in battle. She crushes cinnamon and steel armies and roars:
  - A large shock regiment! We're driving everyone into the grave!
  And her swords slashed at the Nazis. The mass of brown fighters had already fallen. And with them, tanks and planes.
  The girl growled:
  - I'm even cooler than the panthers! Prove that I'm the best!
  And from the girl"s bare heel a pea with powerful explosives flies out.
  And it will hit the enemy.
  And it will take and destroy some of the enemies, tanks, and even planes.
  And Natasha Korshunova is a powerhouse. She beats her opponents and doesn't let anyone off the hook.
  How many Nazis have already been killed along with tanks and planes?
  And her teeth are so sharp. And her eyes are so sapphire. This girl is the ultimate executioner. Although all her partners are executioners!
  Natasha Korshunova shouts:
  - I'm crazy! You'll get a fine! You won't take a ruble!
  And again the girl will cut down a lot of Nazis with swords.
  Zoya Angelskaya is on the move and has cut up many brown warriors.
  And their bare feet throw needles. Each needle kills several Nazis or shoots down a plane and a tank. These girls are truly beautiful.
  Augustina advances and crushes her opponents. And she doesn't forget to yell:
  - 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 she is literally brimming with anger.
  Svetlana Belosnezhnaya on the move. She's cracked open a ton of skulls and tank turrets. A warrior baring her teeth.
  He sticks out his tongue. And then spits from a straw, shooting down planes. After which he howls:
  - You guys will be dead!
  And again, deadly needles fly from her bare feet, striking infantry and aircraft.
  Oleg Rybachenko jumps and bounces.
  A barefoot boy emits a bunch of needles, knocks down tanks, and sings:
  - Let's go on a hike, open a big account!
  The young warrior is at his best, as expected.
  He's quite old now, always on adventures with Natasha and company, but he looks like a child. Only very strong and muscular.
  Oleg Rybachenko sang:
  - Even if the game is not played according to the rules, we will break through, suckers!
  And again, deadly and destructive needles flew from his bare feet. And at planes, and at tanks.
  Flashing her bare, round heels, Margarita Korshunova sang with delight:
  - Nothing is impossible! I believe the dawn of freedom will come!
  The girl again threw a lethal cascade of needles at the Nazis and their tanks and planes, and continued:
  - The darkness will go away! The roses of May will bloom!
  And the warrior tosses a pea with her bare toes, and a thousand Nazis immediately fly into the air. The army of the brown, hellish empire melts away right before our eyes.
  Natasha Korshunova in battle. Leaping like a cobra. Blowing up enemies. And so many Nazis die, and planes crash.
  The girl beat them with swords, and coal pellets, and spears. And needles.
  And at the same time he roars:
  - I believe victory will come!
  And the glory of the Russians will find!
  Bare toes shoot out new needles, piercing opponents.
  Zoya Angelskaya is in a frenzy of movement. She's advancing on the Nazis, cutting them into tiny pieces.
  The warrior throws needles with her bare fingers. She pierces through enemies, along with tanks and planes, and roars:
  - Our complete victory is near!
  And she carries out a wild windmill with her swords, sweeping away tanks. Now that's a real girl!
  And now Augustine's cobra has gone on the offensive. This woman is a nightmare for all.
  And if it turns on, then it turns on.
  After which the redhead will take and sing:
  - I'll crack open all your skulls! I'm a great dream!
  And here her swords are in action, cutting through the flesh and metal with the duralumin of airplanes.
  Svetlana Belosnezhnaya also goes on the offensive. This girl has no inhibitions. Once she's hacked away, a mass of corpses falls, and planes and tanks are toppled.
  The blonde terminator roars:
  - How good it will be! How good it will be - I know it!
  And now a lethal pea flies from her.
  Barefoot, handsome, muscular boy Oleg will again sweep away a hundred Nazis like a meteor, deftly cutting them down. And he'll even take and throw a bomb.
  It is small in size, but deadly...
  How it will tear apart a mass of planes in the sky into small pieces.
  The Terminator Boy howled:
  - The stormy youth of scary machines!
  Barefoot girl Margarita will do the same thing again in battle.
  And he'll cut down a ton of brown fighters. And he'll cut wide swaths of clearings among the tanks and planes.
  The girl squeals:
  - Lambada is our dance on the sand!
  And it will hit with renewed force.
  Natasha Korshunova is even more ferocious on the offensive. She's battering the Nazis like crazy. They won't be able to stand up to such girls.
  Natasha Korshunova took it and sang:
  - My barefoot kick is blinding!
  Running in place is a general reconciliation!
  And the warrior unleashed a cascade of blows on her opponents.
  And he will also throw discs with his bare feet.
  Here's the mill run. The mass of brown army heads rolled back, and tanks burned, planes blazed.
  She's a fighting beauty. She's beating up that brown armada.
  Zoya Angelskaya is on the move, crushing everyone. And her swords are like the shears of death.
  The girl is simply adorable. And her bare feet shoot out very poisonous needles.
  They strike at their enemies. They pierce their throats and make coffins, and they make tanks and planes explode.
  Zoya Angelskaya took it, shook the scarlet nipples of her full breasts, and squealed:
  - If there is no water in the tap...
  Natasha Korshunova screamed with delight:
  - So it's your fault!
  And with her bare toes she throws something that kills thoroughly. Now that's a real girl.
  And from her bare legs, a blade will fly, and it will strike a multitude of soldiers, cutting off the turrets of tanks.
  Barefoot Augustine in motion. Swift and unique in her beauty.
  What bright hair she has. It flutters like a proletarian banner. This girl is a real shrew.
  And she chops down her opponents as if she was born with swords in her hands.
  Red-haired, damn beast! She went into battle with hers in natural light, without paint.
  Augustina took it and hissed:
  - The bull's head will be so big that the fighters won't lose their minds!
  And now she has crushed a mass of fighters again.
  Terminator boy Oleg Rybachenko muttered:
  - That's what I needed! This is a girl!
  Margarita Korshunova, throwing a dagger with her bare foot, breaking off the tank"s turret, confirmed:
  - Big and cool girl!
  Augustine 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, plane-busting weapon.
  Natasha Korshunova is no match for her opponents in battle. She's no girl, but to end up with such a witch in flames is a real shame. And the Nazis are having a hard time: planes and tanks are falling.
  And squeals:
  - What a blue sky!
  Augustine, releasing the blade with her bare foot, cutting off the tank"s turret, confirmed:
  - We are not supporters of robbery!
  Svetlana Belosnezhnaya, cutting down enemies and shooting down planes, chirped:
  - You don't need a knife against a fool...
  Zoya Angelskaya squealed, throwing needles with her bare feet and knocking down tanks and planes with her tanned feet:
  - You'll tell him a whole bunch of lies!
  Natasha Korshunova, chopping down the Nazis, added:
  - And do it with him for a pittance!
  And the warriors will just jump up and down. They're so bloody and cool. There's a whole lot of excitement in them.
  Almost naked, handsome, muscular boy in just shorts, Oleg Rybachenko looks very stylish in battle.
  The pretty girl Margarita threw a piece of antimatter with her bare toes and sang:
  - The blow is strong, but the guy is interested...
  The boy genius kicked something like a helicopter rotor into motion. He cut off a couple hundred heads from both Nazis and tanks, then squealed:
  - Quite athletic!
  And both - a boy and a girl - are in perfect order.
  The terminator boy Oleg, chopping down the brown soldiers, gurgled:
  - And a great victory will be ours!
  Margarita hissed in response:
  - We kill everyone - with bare feet!
  The girl really is such an active terminator.
  Natasha Korshunova sang during the attack:
  - In a holy war!
  And the warrior launched a sharp boomerang-like disk. It flew in an arc, cutting down a mass of Nazis and tank turrets.
  Zoya Angelskaya added, continuing the extermination:
  - Our victory will be!
  And from her bare feet, more needles flew, striking a multitude of soldiers and aircraft.
  The blonde girl said:
  - Let's checkmate the enemy!
  And she stuck out her tongue.
  Barefoot and fiery Augustina, waving her legs and throwing swastikas with sharp edges, gurgled:
  - Imperial flag forward!
  Svetlana Belosnezhnaya, tossing a ball of hyperplasma with her bare heel, readily confirmed:
  - Glory to the fallen heroes!
  And the girls screamed in chorus, crushing the Nazis:
  - No one will stop us!
  And now the discus flies from the warriors' bare feet. Flesh is torn, and tank turrets and airplane tails are blown off.
  And again the howl:
  - No one will defeat us!
  Natasha Korshunova flew into the air. She ripped apart her opponents and winged vultures, and then announced:
  - We are she-wolves, we fry the enemy!
  And from her bare toes a very lethal disk will fly out.
  The girl even twisted in ecstasy.
  And then he mutters:
  - Our heels love fire!
  Yes, the girls are really sexy.
  Oleg Rybachenko, a handsome, muscular boy in shorts, gurgled:
  - Oh, it's too early, the security guards are giving me a beating!
  And he winked at the warriors. They laughed and bared their teeth in response.
  Natasha Korshunova chopped up the Nazis and squealed:
  - There is no joy in our world without struggle!
  The boy-terminator, with his bare, round, childish heel, kicked the pulsar and destroyed the fascists, and objected:
  - Sometimes even fighting is no fun!
  Natasha Korshunova agreed:
  - If there is no strength, then yes...
  But we warriors are always healthy!
  The girl threw needles at the enemy with her bare toes, blew up a ton of tanks and planes, and sang:
  - A soldier is always healthy,
  And ready for the feat!
  After which Svetlana Belosnezhnaya again cut down the enemies, knocking off the turrets of tanks and the tails of planes.
  Zoya Angelskaya is quite the hottie. She just threw a whole barrel at the Nazis. And blew up a couple thousand of them in one blast.
  After which she squeaked:
  - We can't stop, our heels are sparkling!
  And the girl in battle dress!
  Augustina isn't weak in battle either. She thrashes the Nazis like she's beating them out of a sheaf of grain with chains.
  And chopping down his opponents, he sings:
  - Be careful, it will be useful,
  There will be a pie in the fall!
  The red-haired devil really does plow through the battle like a jack-in-the-box. And how the tanks burn and the planes blaze.
  And here's a barefoot girl in a tunic, Margarita Korshunova, fighting. And she's giving the Nazis a hard time.
  And if she hits, she hits.
  Bloody splashes fly out from it.
  Natasha Korshunova harshly remarked as her bare foot sent sprays of metal flying, melting the skulls and turrets of tanks:
  - Glory to Russia, very much glory!
  Tanks rush forward...
  Divisions in red shirts -
  Greetings to the Russian people!
  Here the girls have taken on the Nazis. They're hacking and slashing them. Not warriors, but real panthers unleashed.
  Tough guy Oleg Rybachenko is in battle, attacking the Nazis. He beats them mercilessly, rips apart tanks, and screams:
  - We are like bulls!
  Margarita Korshunova, crushing the brown army and cutting through tanks and airplane tails, picked up:
  - We are like bulls!
  Natasha Korshunova started howling, cutting down the brown fighters along with the tanks:
  - It's not convenient to lie!
  Zoya Angelskaya tore apart the Nazis and squealed:
  - No, it's not convenient!
  And he too will take and release a star with his bare foot and finish off a mass of fascists.
  Natasha Korshunova took and released a lightning bolt from her scarlet nipple and squealed:
  - Our TV is on fire!
  And from her bare leg flies a lethal bunch of needles.
  Zoya Angelskaya, also crushing the Nazis and their tanks and planes, squeaked:
  - Our friendship is a monolith!
  And again she throws such a blast that the circles blur in all directions. This girl is pure annihilation of her opponents.
  The girl, with her bare toes, launches three boomerangs. And that only increases the number of corpses.
  After which the beauty will say:
  - We will give the enemy no quarter! There will be a corpse!
  And again, something deadly flies off from the bare heel.
  Red-haired Augustine also quite logically noted:
  - Not just one corpse, but many!
  After that, the girl walked barefoot through the bloody puddles and killed many Nazis.
  And how he roars:
  - Mass murder!
  And then he'll hit the Hitlerite general with his head. He'll break his skull and say:
  - Banzai! You'll go to heaven!
  Svetlana Belosnezhnaya is very fierce on the offensive, especially when knocking down tanks and planes too, squeals:
  - You will have no mercy!
  And a dozen needles fly off her bare toes. The planes crash as she pierces everyone. And the warrior tries very hard, to shred and kill.
  A muscular, muscular boy in shorts, Oleg Rybachenko, knocking down the crows with a whistle, squeaks:
  - Nice hammer!
  And the boy, with his bare foot, also throws a cool star in the shape of a swastika. An intricate hybrid.
  And a mass of Nazis collapsed.
  Oleg Rybachenko roared:
  - Banzai!
  And the boy is once again on a wild attack. No, power is seething within him, and volcanoes are bubbling!
  The magnificent Margarita is on the move. She'll rip everyone's bellies open.
  A girl can throw out fifty needles with one foot at a time. And a lot of enemies of all kinds are killed, tanks and planes are destroyed.
  Flashing her bare heels, Margarita Korshunova sang cheerfully:
  - One, two! Grief is not a problem!
  Never be discouraged!
  Keep your nose and tail up.
  Know that a true friend is always with you!
  That's how aggressive this group is. The girl hits you and shouts:
  - The Dragon President will become a corpse!
  Natasha Korshunova is a real terminator in battle. And she gurgled, roaring:
  - Banzai! Get it quickly! And the dictator will be finished!
  And a grenade flew off her bare foot. And it hit the Nazis like a nail. And it destroyed the mass of mastodons and winged, infernal machines.
  What a warrior! A warrior to all warriors!
  Zoya Angelskaya is also on the offensive. Such a fierce beauty.
  And she took it and gurgled:
  - Our father is the White God himself!
  And he will cut down the Nazis with a triple mill!
  And the redhead, with her bare heels and ruby nipples shining on Augustine's breasts, roared in response:
  - And my God is black!
  The redhead truly is the embodiment of treachery and meanness. To her enemies, of course. But to her friends, she's a sweetheart.
  And with his bare toes he takes it and throws it. And a mass of heaps of warriors of the brown empire, as well as their tanks and planes.
  The redhead shouted:
  - Russia and the black God are behind us!
  A warrior with immense combat potential. There's no one better to stand under than her. She tears off the turrets of tanks and the wings of Nazi planes.
  Augustine, crushing her opponents, hissed:
  - We will grind all traitors into dust!
  And winks at his partners. But this fiery girl isn't exactly the kind of person who can give peace. Unless it's deadly peace!
  Svetlana Belosnezhnaya, crushing the enemies, said:
  - We'll sweep you away in a line!
  Red Augustine confirmed:
  - We'll kill everyone!
  And from her bare, chiseled feet, the gift of total annihilation flies again! And so many tanks and planes simultaneously exploded into tiny shavings.
  And then the girl shoots lightning from a scarlet nipple.
  Sending gifts of death with his bare heels, Oleg Rybachenko sang in response:
  - It will be a complete banzai!
  Augustina, tearing apart the Nazis with her bare hands, chopping them with swords, and throwing needles with her bare toes, destroying tanks and planes at once, said:
  - In short! In short!
  Natasha Korshunova, destroying the brown warriors, along with tanks and planes, squeaked:
  - In short - banzai!
  And let's chop down our opponents with wild ferocity.
  Barefoot, handsome, a boy in shorts, Oleg Rybachenko, cutting down his opponents, said:
  - This gambit is not Chinese,
  And believe me, the debut is Thai!
  And again, a sharp, metal-cutting disk flew from the boy's bare foot. It sliced off the turrets of tanks and the tails of planes.
  The metal-crushing fighting girl Margarita, chopping down the warriors of the brown empire and the armor of tanks, sang:
  - And who will we find in battle,
  And who will we find in battle...
  We won't joke about that -
  We'll tear you to pieces!
  We'll tear you to pieces!
  They did a good job with the Nazis back then...
  Here Hitler and his team fell on their knees before the girls and children.
  Natasha Korshunova first of all forced Nazi number one to kiss her bare feet.
  Then Hitler and his entire entourage kissed the bare soles and heels of other girls. They even licked their heels. And they kissed the bare feet of a very handsome blond boy, Oleg Rybachenko.
  Afterwards, very pleased with the humiliation of the parasitic men, Natasha ordered:
  - Now, before we kill you all, sign the order for the complete and unconditional surrender of the Third Reich to the Soviet Union!
  All's well that ends well. The Third Reich capitulated, and the mighty Wehrmacht was disarmed. Hitler and his team were sent to Beria's prison.
  The trial was swift but fair. On June 22, 1959, Hitler was hanged right on Red Square!
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