The red-haired diva answered with a smile:
- All people are sinners, and the hell is the natural state of sinners!
Magda winked back.
- A man can not sin!
Christine nodded her fiery hair and on the run began to explain:
- I agree! Even a thousand times agree! In general, sin is a relative and purely human concept. For example, if we take the morality of the ancient world, then in it, it was good that it benefited both the man himself and his tribe-clan. For example, adultery was considered a blessing, not a sin!
Magda willingly agreed:
- Right! The Führer himself believes that it is better for a woman to become pregnant from a war hero than from her, not always valiant husband. Especially if she has a husband, there are signs of harmful, impure blood.
Margaret screamed at the girls:
- Take care of the girls' breath, this time we run to exhaustion!
Magda smiled back.
- It is possible to be tired, but it cannot be exhausted.
Half an hour the girls fled, silently, and then Christina whispered:
- Do you know what a strange dream my friend had?
Magda was surprised:
- Yes, I confess too! Why?
Christina grinned, replied:
- Nothing! Such a dream, as if I was a warrior in the army of the great barbarian Atilla. And we fought with the waxes of ancient Rome. And everything was so beautiful and cruel at the same time ...
Magda giggled back:
"You know, I dreamed of that too!" Even a surprising coincidence. I've seen you in a dream!
Christine winked back:
- And I love you! You fought well, although a narrow-eyed and yellow-faced warrior almost killed you!
Magda was not joking this time, surprised:
- Can not be! It does not happen that two people have the same dream at the same time?
Christine retorted:
- If the flu is collectively sick, then the dream may be the same. Then how will it lead! I heard that in Tula society there are special mediums who take a potion, and breathe in tinctures of herbs, and then sink into visions! And they quite manage to be prophets!
Magda, jumping over a cobblestone, agreed:
- Of course! In principle, the gift of prophecy does not require supernatural forces, it is just that there may be quite material, and as yet unresolved, physical laws in nature. But what is this dream about?
Christina, with a shrug, answered:
- I do not know! Maybe the Third Reich will conquer Britain and the United States behind the Lion, or ... One can guess for a long time!
Magda wanted to say something, when suddenly her ear caught another audible noise of motors. Despite the remoteness, it was obvious that the aircraft engines were noisy, and that they were approaching significantly ... Margaret, commanded:
- What is the stage of exercise number two: disguise.
The girls-tigress stopped, removed from their backpacks camouflage cloaks, painted the color of the desert. Then they began to promptly dig in, at the same time, that from above it was not noticeable, which is unnatural. Here Magda thanked the fate that they both had weapons and engineer shovels. Otherwise, the girls in the desert could be easy prey for British attack aircraft or dive bombers. Christine, scraping the sand barefoot, said:
- It seems we will have to smell gunpowder, still in Tunisia ... The ways of the Lord are inscrutable!
Magda replied slyly:
- The lack of accurate knowledge is always bad, with one exception, if we are talking about the plans of the Almighty!
Two dozen British airplanes flew over the masked tigress girls, they probably did not notice anything, and were already beginning to dissolve beyond the horizon, when suddenly new suspicious sounds were heard. Margaret commanded:
- Everyone lie down and do not move!
The girls-tigress froze, they were waiting for something. And here came the light conveyors and trucks because of the sand dunes. Judging by the design, English and American production. They slowly moved towards the capital of Tunisia. Madeleine was a little confused. He believed that the front line was still far away, which meant that the British would not have time to appear. Rather, should not appear. And then rushing a whole column. Although, perhaps, less than a battalion ... Who are they, some kind of battle group, bypassing the deserts is not a solid front wants to rummage around the rear. It seems to be logical, although with technology they are easy to see in the desert. In any case, you need to pass on your radio, and the fire does not open. Especially because there are only a hundred people, and the British are more than three hundred!
Magda whispered to Christine:
- Here they are English! For the first time I see them so close!
The red-haired girlfriend, also pretty nervous, replied:
- Nothing special! And among them are so many blacks!
Indeed, at least half of the English were black. And the colony was moving slowly, and the negros still something howled ... They are getting closer and closer ...
Here the nerves of one of the girls could not stand it, and she hit a submachine gun. In the same second, the other warriors opened fire, and Margaret barked belatedly:
- Pl! Several dozen Englishmen were mowed down at once, one of the trucks was flaming. The rest of the British opened indiscriminate shooting. Margaret caught the moment, screamed:
- Offensive grenades to throw together!
Girls from the elite SS battalion "Tigress", hurling grenades far and accurately. And what since childhood they have been trained, and more special methods have been passed. This is when you train with a current, a little slow with a shot and you discharge. They threw their presents and Magda with Christina. And the British somersault and upside down ... It's funny so. They shoot randomly, and the blacks still scream in an incomprehensible language. That's exactly scumbags ...
And Magda shoots and throws, while still singing:
- The SS pupils nightmare! One jump - one hit! Tigress we - our method is simple! We do not like to pull the cat by the tail!
Christina responds in the same way. The bullets fired by her are broken into fragments of the skull. And then another knock out his eyes. Here is one frightened black man, how he stabbed a white-haired partner in the side with a bayonet. That blood spit in response. Christine sings along:
- Angels of star gloomy hell! It seems that everything in the universe will destroy! In the sky soar fast falcon need! To save the soul from destruction!
The British are unorganized, most of them colonial soldiers: blacks and Indians, Arabs. They: now fall, dying, then, on the contrary, suddenly jump up and start to rush like angry hares. However, girls shoot accurately, and even grenades and fragments fly far, but it is thick! Now there are few enemies left. Margaret shouts in English, her voice is so deafening and loud that you don't even need a horn:
- Give up and we will spare your lives! In captivity you will have good food, wine and sex!
It worked instantly and once already surrendered ... Hands up and ...
Fifty prisoners were gathered, half of them wounded. Margaret commanded:
- Finish the wounded!
"Tigress" without ceremony, they let bullets in the temple, those who could not stand on their feet, and the rest were loaded into cars and drove them to the nearest base.
After the hot desert sand, Magda"s bare legs are very pleasant to feel the soft rubber. She even moans blissfully ... American trucks are very comfortable, and do not shake during the trip. Having won the girls cheerful. Christina asked Magda:
- How many did you kill?
The tigress girl shook her shoulders in bewilderment:
- I do not know? I was not the only one to shoot ... But I think that a lot!
Kristina counted:
"There are a hundred of us, about three hundred enemies are killed, that means three each for a brother, that is, for a sister!" An impressive start to the war!
Magda waved her hand indifferently.
- It is not important for me! The main thing is that no girlfriend died. Although this is of course statistics, three hundred enemies have been destroyed, and from our side only two female tigress warriors are slightly injured. I even wonder how we have not captured Africa entirely, with such warriors.
Christina immediately spoiled the mood:
- So in fact, we lost to these unfortunate warriors in the eighteenth!
Magda shook her brightly, lightly, as if spattered with New Year's snow with her head:
- This is because of betrayal! And in fact, we were closer than ever to victory, and it was obvious to everyone who is not blind! Alas, we were prevented!
Christina agreed, deftly scratching her bare foot behind her left ear:
- Yes, betrayal, sabotage, mediocrity of the military ... And we still broke the Russians, forcing them to surrender in the eighteenth year! Ah, it would be nice to take a walk around the expanses of Russia, it's cool there, and here it's hot!
. CHAPTER number 5
Goering performed the dance of a hippopotamus. He was so carried away that he made an attempt to climb the table. But he did not succeed, and he flew with a crash, dragging along a paperweight, a Napoleon figurine, a bust of Hitler and a bunch of folders. The bust of the Fuhrer split from hitting the boar"s head. There was a wild scream, and blood poured. Hitler commanded:
- Help him!
Several bare-legged girls in a blue uniform flew in, they picked up Goering and began to bandage his head.
Goebbels snorted:
- The head can not hurt! This is a bone!
Himmler muttered:
- Oh, it's not easy work, from the swamp to drag the hippo!
Goering was taken away, and Hitler, looking around at him frowningly, barked:
- Get out cretins, you're tired of me!
The environment flew out of the vast Führer's office. Hitler got up on all fours and barked after him: