- This is from the fact that you are short!
Goebbels offended:
"Napoleon and Nelson were also short." After all, as they say: from head to toe head, from head to foot brute!
Goring snorted:
"That's why you don"t miss a single skirt." Little giant of big sex - cool Goebbels!
Shorty foul squeak:
- Not that you are a boar!
The Fuhrer bellowed like a sliced ram:
- They chat a lot!
Himmler replied:
- SS will shorten tongues! We only last month, caught almost five hundred spies!
Hitler asked:
- Everyone admitted?
The chief executioner of the Third Reich made an unsuccessful attempt to pout his chest:
- Most! We are in the issues of torture large docks.
- It is necessary to bring the figure to a thousand. - Hitler bit off a couple of rose petals and chewed. - Arrest with your families. Torture the children in the eyes of parents, try the parents in front of the children. Forget about pity, we have a great goal - world domination and all who interfere with this, must be destroyed! To the glory of great Germany! Himmler replied:
- Many of our investigators are embarrassed to use brutal measures against women and children!
Hitler flooded his feet, splashing saliva:
- Slabak in a concentration camp! In a convict prison. Who should serve in the SS should know: the good is a traitor, the soft is a traitor. Every German must become a steel machine of destruction. Ideally: the country should be one solid barracks and a prison.
The environment shouted in unison:
- Heil Hitler!
Marshal Goering sang:
- Guns spank instead of oil - this is not a fairy tale! That crawls tank - not "Purdy"! The tale will come!
Everyone burst out laughing:
- Ay yes Goering, ah yes as! A boot with a swing in the eye!
Hitler snorted:
- Come on, Herman do it!
. CHAPTER number 4
The next day, the girls continued their barefoot run. Neither technique nor sense of proportion. Like a survival march. And so on to the very end. And the rumors about the loud victories of the German arms are getting stronger. So why not get to the front, and die of thirst and sunlight in the desert? And then, when it is darker to fall into the hardest sleep?
But in a dream you can watch the continuation of the battle. Magda saw that her opponent, not quite backing, was standing steadily, suddenly jumped, fucking, with his bare little leg under his knee. And when the moor began to fall, the edge of the sword passed between the bronze plates and the ribs. Christina also began to wave her swords where more energetic. The girls simultaneously squealed like pigs. Although their swords were moving differently, synchronization was still felt.
Magda grappled with a large Roman warrior, whose helmet was, decorated with peacock feathers. This time she really had a very experienced and strong opponent. Golden stripes also spoke about the ego of experience and merit. Having repulsed several attacks of a fair-haired girl, a thug, apparently a noble grandee went on the offensive. Magda backing, whistled:
- And you are not Italian!
Terrible patrician replied:
- And you just barefoot slut! How many do you think you can hold out, against the ancient Roman blade?
Magda retorted:
"I don"t know against the blade, but you bearded and have nothing to resist!"
However, despite all the optimism radiated by bare-legged Magda, the girl had to move backwards. The Romans brought fresh reserves into battle, girls and boys were increasingly injured or stabbed to death. The boys, the archers, however, tried to shoot over their heads, shattering the appropriate cohorts.
Christina, meanwhile, carefully laid down another adversary, and another cut down a brush. The warrior sang:
- Nuclear sword, wants to cut you! Hellfire blazing laser beam! But you do not think how to save your life, true to love, you will be until the end!
Magda was surprised:
- And you sing like a real scientist!
Christine in the report sang:
- It's great when pilots in physics, they move their science forward! But the main issues are solved in the ranks, in the ranks, in the ranks!
Magda confirmed picking up:
- It is pleasant to live among fire and smoke! And hear the chirping machine gun! Lead us to the Fuhrer invincible! Forward, forward, forward!
Christine supported:
- When the shells are torn day and night, soon go the ranks and orders! Let over the world rumbles violently - war, war, war!
Charlotte was inspired to feel the pulsating energy in his athletic body. And the speed suddenly became, like the flapping of dragonfly wings. And so the warrior of ancient Rome missed the point of the poke. And distracted, and warrior Magda ripped his tendon on his right arm:
- Do not dare to be rude lady!
The thug, with his peacock feathers tugging at his lower lip, replied in frustration:
- After all, it was just a joke! After all, it was just a joke!
Magda mockingly, hacking on a weakening hand, replied:
- Do not joke with a tigress!
And when the Roman hero fell on his knees, the warrior banged his knee on the chin. Kristina approved:
- This is quite in our SS style!
Magda here got a tip in the shoulder, and gasped:
- Well, you are dorks!
Kristina advised:
- Make the mill! And twist your swords harder! Here archers of the Romans entered the course, it was heavy in armor, and their weapon was about a man's height. Of course, the long arrow and a half meters, too dangerous weapon against half-naked girls and boys. Attila apparently realizing that it is impossible to wait any longer; threw in the attack of cavalry, which he personally led into battle.
This giant rotated immediately with two swords, each with a knight's tournament spear!
Magda smiled and winked.
- Here, finally, our handsome comes!
Christine giggled.
- It is necessary to beat strongly and most importantly on time! At the moment when the effect of this will be maximum!
And big arrows all fell from above. Girls and boys deftly bounced off to the side, and even shouted:
- That will be our way! You can get away from the bullet, and what an arrow.
But some people still hit the arrows. And not only the representatives of the German regiments of Attila died, but also, and in large quantities, from the presents of their own Roman soldiers. However, the barbarian horsemen, bypassing their ranks, attacked the enemy infantry. Well, and Attila himself, looked just chic.
Magda threw back the sticky gentleman:
- Do not paw, not yours!
Christine shook her head.
- And the guys here are not bad, although not like ours! Our Aryan falcons!
Magda, hacking with the sword of a Roman, agreed:
- Of course, no match! German power Rome believe no match! Crush like a louse and, hand does not tremble!
Kristina confirmed:
- Yes, even if the sword is not shit!
The tiger girls briskly added, twirling a pretzel with their swords and singing:
- We are fighting for the right cause! There is no compromise with the bayonet! The sun will not close over the clouds! Do not cover the darkness of the early dawn!
Finally, Attila herself broke through to the archers of Rome. However, judging by the magnitude, these bows were clearly made in Britain. Fighting Magda, remembered the story. Under Edward the Third, called the Great by the English, it was the archers who became the main arm of the troops ... And some of them were mounted on a horse! The superior forces of the French were mercilessly beaten. In general, both Jungfoling and the Union of Germanic girls, hats and capsidism were not welcomed ... The British were recognized as dangerous by the enemy, having won more lands than any other nation in the entire history of the planet Earth!
But now the horsemen of the barbarians crushed the archers, cutting them with powerful blows up to the camp. Magda, faced an opponent from China. He was not too tall, but he famously twisted his shod shoes in boots with spurs:
- Germans are parasites - there will certainly be bits! - He roared.
Magda answered with a dagger lunge:
- In vain, the enemy believes that he managed to knock down the Germans! Who dares to attack in battle, enemies will violently beat!
Christine picked up:
- Will not comprehend the planet dashing trouble! And in vain the enemy threw strength on the march! Defeat the enemy in a terrible battle! Darkness will crumble to dust - the time of light will come!
Magda waved again with even more energy, summing up:
- The word is not a sparrow, but verbiage turns it into a crow!
Christina held:
- When the tongue grows small, a lump in the throat is baked from flour!
Magda with a powerful, even if not for a female sword blow, struck the fighter who had jumped from the left and then grappled with the Chinese again. The blonde warrior screamed fiercely and loudly:
- You're not taking a lie!
The Chinese warrior replied:
- And you do not need to take, you have everything in front of me.
Magda giggled back: