Swat Adventures And Daughters Of The Gods - Рыбаченко Олег Павлович - Страница 7

  On the last lines, the few surviving tanks of Ferman Orkring turned back. More than three hundred destroyed Orkshist mastodons were left to burn on the field

  A bead of sweat ran down the child's smooth forehead. She rolled down her reddened cheek from the recoil, unpleasantly pinching the scratched skin, fell on the overheated breech of an automatic rifle. Hissed...

  Eddie wept with a sigh:

  - My poor heart is ready to explode in the chest like a shell, but there is no other way, believe me, even at home, like candles are burning!

  Grenades also flew into his tank ... Two fellow tankers, small in stature, but, of course, adult fighters, also respond with shots from pistols and small machine guns.

  But the enemy breaks through in numbers. Edik tries to choose officers as victims, the soldiers themselves are not worth too much. The enemy suffers losses, but the tanker on the right is already slumped with a broken head. The skull is crushed, and the brains flow out in a sluggish slurry, like resin from a felled aspen.

  Now the boy felt real fear. These are no longer shadows in a virtual machine, not harmless units that you send to slaughter by the thousands, but real people who bring death. And they...

  A fragment hit the boy flat on the forehead ... Everything went dark before his eyes, and, dropping his rifle, the boy flopped into the inside of the tower. Sagging on a chair. The surviving tanker used up the last of his bullets and groaned pitifully as the bayonet pierced his frail chest.

  The wounded Edik was saved only by the appearance of the "Black Shark" in the sky. The streamlined machine slammed cluster rockets with needle filling into the accumulated goosebumps-grenadiers. They fell like poppy seeds, scattering their ashes over dozens of fathoms...

  The appearance of the winged monsters actually slowed down the attack. The horses were especially frightened. The front ones turned back, and the rear ones, on the contrary, spurred, a bloody scuffle arose.

  The heavy infantry regrouped and quickly moved to higher ground. Although there were already few soldiers left, and one soldier had to drag two, or even three, wounded.

  The MIG-124 fired its last rockets and fired short bursts of machine guns. At the same time, and Natasha came up with this brilliant idea in advance, several kegs of gunpowder were thrown from above. The most primitive weapons for the nineteenth century are ordinary fuses, ruptures of the most ancient of destructive substances.

  But effective...

  Another novelty was the dumping of resin, oil and alcohol in earthenware jars. Ancient, incendiary projectiles. Also not a superweapon, but if they get you from above, then!

  It is clear that modern ammunition is almost exhausted, and you have to switch to more ancient and archaic weapons. It will set fire, burning the adversaries alive. In those, even the meat peels off the bones, and the skeletons are exposed. Then the wind begins to pull them, tinkling and crackling. The ranks collapse, mix, move back.

  But help is rushing from Fenshikov. Naturally, the cavalry arrived first. As long as there are no mobile transporters, the queen of the fields has to stomp everything with her own limbs.

  But the horse, he is a horse in Africa.

  The serf girl and, at the same time, the fierce warrior Domkratova, on her beautiful horse, managed to escape ahead of everyone. A beautiful peasant woman thrashes the horse's rump with her bare heels and savagely brandishes her saber.

  So her first "trophy", a lancer soiled in dust, beat off only the first attack of an educated peasant woman, and the second trick almost cut off his entire head. Orktsuz could not even scream with his throat cut, but simply fell off his croup. And Domkratova sang:

  - Cornflowers in an open field ... A long road!

  Elena, who heard with her super-acute hearing, growled in unison:

  - Along the road, a dense forest with women Yagami!

  Hope added, over the hubbub of battle, all those guns and blades:

  - And at the end of that road, a chopping block with axes!

  Domkratova, quickly moving away from the blade, said, already without any roar:

  - Oh, time!

  After that word, the Orcgli rider fell...

  - Yes, once again!

  And here the furetsky pompous, like a pasha, cavalryman was not lucky.

  - Yes, many, many, many times!

  At this point, Nadezhda, in a jump, at once, scattering with her graceful legs, a whole dozen invaders:

  - Yes, what are you moaning about once! Let's get a million right now!

  The fiery terminator, the daughter of Chernobog Victoria, launched a steel helmet in flight with her bare fingers, growled:

  We keep millions in the bank and we don't give a damn about the laws!

  Reasonable Elena agreed with this alignment:

  - That's right: a criminal breaks one law, a dead person breaks several, all the Lord God!

  Very clever Victoria wittily remarked:

  - As one great writer and philosopher said: no laws are written for fools, laws of nature are not prescribed for geniuses!

  Perun's daughter Victoria deftly tossed a barrel of gunpowder with her foot. She looked at her bare soles, shiny with blood, and when the barrel of infernal potion exploded, she chirped: