“…Earth was a dull rumble, and on the outskirts of the village of Sitno seemed huge armored vehicles unusual bright yellow color. Glistening tongues of shots, they were slowly sliding in our direction. “Rheinmetall”! — I guessed, remembering the silhouettes of German tanks in the album school. — Heavy gun seventy-five, eight hundred straight shot, the armor is forty…” Yes, the frontal armor of such a tank 45 mm gun of our BT is unlikely to take… But there was nowhere to retreat.
— Ready! Fire! — I threw the mechanics and clung to the sight. Hoping to get ahead, aim the crosshair on the ribbed tower, push the pedal down.
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