Plug-in Shooting - 2
Part III
Watch out, the dog is angry ...
Watch out, the dog is angry ...
B. I, as much as blood in the body of the army, remembered what it was supposed to do according to the blood Charter - to run like a goat along a clear route of arteries and veins.
We run with Kolyan (if it is possible to call it that the boots over in the snowdrifts) to the Point of Suppression ... squeeze between sleeping mother bodies to "Bata". Dad - Sibiryak, that vertically, horizontally - one crap, everything is the same, the cartridge from PKT drives the tape “once” with its paw, it is not even necessary to check it (only if the “tape” - it can bend, it is just steel and not “Batina” fingers).
We get each of the 3 “liner” and the tape to the PCT with 35 oil, we add this wealth to the patch pockets of the trousers of the combination, spitting in the shower on the list in the list - our hands are frozen, and “Batya” understands, nods and signs for us , hearty, and we, then, for him, otherwise we will not make it (Batya by rank - prapor, by position - the same as we, cadet, by spirit - “cricket” and Our boyfriend).
We run through the snowdrifts to the starting line. Tanks they stand asses on the “paths”, diesel engines rumble, three red lights “blink” ... It seems somehow it’s not cold already.
Those assholes who are "forbidden" to rest (we have just been the same), crowded around the stereo-tube, and laugh at us ...
This is normal…
“Z.a-r.ya-zh.a.y” ... the rusty mumyuzhalnik on the Tower sang the melody ...
Emotions are over, work has gone ... We act only on “habit skills” ...
I jumped onto the armor, threw back the gunner’s hatch (not up to the stopper ..., until the “stopper” only the babies hatch when they dive inside the turtle), dipped the lower part of the armor in the throat, grabbed the bracket on the hatch with one hand and ... straightened his knees, I fell into the tank's womb (and the hatch was closed and the seat did not become covered with snow from the boots). He hid the hatch (in the Czech Republic, we didn’t do that afterwards, the hatch was always kept open), connected the “mom and dad” - to the TPU tangent and attached it to the “button” of the suit, pressing the “laryngi” to the throat ... Turned around to the right - Kolyan had already finished an anecological “procedure” with a link ...
- load?
-Yeah.
... All the expressions and phrases ... without words - on the understanding nods of the head and the eyes of the eyes ... and how else, otherwise hell have time.
We were lucky, we do not have a “revolving” liner, but a new one, convenient as the soldering of oil under the knife: with a vertical load of six rounds! Lucky, this is not the right word ...
Having straightened the body in the closet place of the gunner's place, I frantically try to get my three cartridges for the “liner” out of the foot pocket of the tank overalls ...
Kolyan has already patched the cartridge holder up and pushed it onto the stopper ...
I insert the “piglets” with their stiff fingers in a vertical receiver; Kolka pulls out his “pigs” from the pocket of the combination suit ...
With four frozen hands, thrust these six "woodpeckers" into their workplaces ...
Returned the bracket into place, pressing the cold metal of the sleeve of the upper cartridge.
Worked and then the liner to the full, distorting the slide frame.
- PKT !!! Shouting lips Kolyan ...
Kolka nodded knowingly with his headset in the head, arched his back on the siduh of the tank commander (so that it was more convenient to remove the tape to the PCT from the other leg pocket of the combo, ...).
... I check while the "inserts" ... Whatever, the devils, lay flat and did not disappoint, radishes ... I touch them with my fingers.
... Kolyan's left shoulder flashed over the gun trunnion ... hehe ... it means he weighted the PKT.
Kolka's silent look - reporting?
Silent answer - report!
- “Tower, I am the“ second ” weapon charged, “the cheburashka’s ears aired on the air (the new tanker, we also called it for big ears as well as the“ cheberashka ”of the TPD-1K sight on T-72B).
Hehe .. we are the first to report ...
They looked at each other with Kolyan ...
- “Tower, I am the“ first ”, the weapon is loaded,” protested with interferences in the “cheberashka” of the ears ... We checked everything again with our hands and laid the back of our heads with the headsets on the armor ...
We are waiting for the report of the "third" ... Now the time does not matter until the report of the "third" ...
- “Tower, I am the“ third ”, the weapon is loaded” ...
Finally ... They sprung their legs ..., one hand on the handle opening the hatch, the other on the "pipka" of the button of the overalls ... tearing off the TPU tangent ...
We wait…
“Armor, I’m a tower!” Thundered into the headsets, “TO THE MACHINE !!!”
As a kick in the ass they flew out from under the Armor, unfastening the “flight” to the TPU tangent…
We swallow the fresh frosty air on the fly, while we are going down with the rattling diesel engine of the "seventy-twin" ...
They were built by the “fire crew” behind the stern of the “turtles”, gazing with stupid eyes at the iron supports under the two hundred-liter barrels ... AND WE WAIT ...
“P.P.p.a.d., P.P........D., P.P........D. !!!” ... sang the same rusty old woman on the Tower ...
Emotions are over again, went Work ...
He took off over the "Armor", fell into it ...
The first step is to turn on the “Drive” toggle switch on the fly ...
The second action - “mom and dad to marry” —connect the TPU and pick up on the scarecrow of the combo (violated the order) ...
The third action - AZRs check with your left hand !!! "All-Forward"!
We pull into the “right” two toggle switches of the inclusion of the “sight-range-finder” on the “auto” ...
... We act only on "habit habits" ... But now you can relax for a minute ... 60 seconds ... this is A LOT and little for the gyroscope ... it spins up two and a half minutes ... You can also look around for Kolya.
Kolka nodded knowingly down the headset with the brain embedded under it, and shot out his left forearm ... from the "swinging mechanisms of the gun pivots" ... in the light of a tank ceiling. So distorted frame PKT.
It's good.
But you still have to do the main thing
……… We wait. I look at Kolya, he nods his headset ...
Let's go further ...
With my left hand, I found the lever for dismounting the “mirror” on the left side of the TPD-1K ... I moved it down.
I unwrap the “pumpkin head” on the “15-0” headset, gazing at the now unnecessary smoke ejecting console, reach out (with the mat) with my right hand, to the unlock handle of the “worm pair”, again unwrap the “pump-head” in the headset at "45-0" and screaming lips, looking at Kolyan:
- Worm !!!
Disconnected the worm pair, threw the lever in the "on-up-left" ...
Kolyanovsky and my eyes - four eye sockets rested on a gun trunnion with a built-in insert barrel ...
It seems not to "stagger" ... (this is about the breech of the gun 2А46М)
Zae ..
He leaned back on the chair, turned his eyes on 45-0, to Kolyan, pressed his index finger to the “stable” tumbler and shouted with his lips:
- Stabilized !!!
Kolyan nodded knowingly, cringing his hands to his body and began to look at the axle of the tank gun ...
Tumbler "stable" up ...
... Four eyes are looking at the trunnion ... The trunnion slightly twitched and did not move on the half-rusted marks of the paint that had eroded over time, on the fence.
Zae ..
On the air of the tank theme I rustled: the “first” is ready for battle, the supercharger is on!
I took my hands off the “Cheburashka”, I looked at the pin… it stands, darling in place ... it means “vertical” normal, I looked down-left at the azimuth pointer ... it stands, darling arrow, in place ... it means "horizontal" does not lead to the right ...
Zae..s !!!
Kolyan - report !!!
(on the air of the tanker, Kolyanovsky wheezed out: “the second” is ready for battle, the supercharger is on) ...
We rest ...
Tankoshlem sbatsal to the ears of the funeral music of words refusal to rest:
The “third” is ready for battle, the supercharger is on ...
Kherovo ... sleep does not work ... no one fix, have to shoot ...
Eheh ... Hooray. Point. We work !!!
Sprinkle everything in all the tanks, with your eyes on TPD-1K and TKN-3 (cadets), TNPO-168В (mehanah with BOUP) ...
- “Armor”, thundered in the ears, “I am the Tower” - FORWARD ... FORWARD !!!
....
The diesel engine roared silently under the boot of the mechanic and the tank body swung in unintelligible ... in the stabilized sight ..., although the fighting vehicle had already fallen off ... I don’t feel anything, I see only the burning ring of the laser rangefinder ... it is in your hands, compressed on a Cheburashka ...
15 seconds on the first shot …………………………………………………………………………………
Time ceased to coexist, seconds flowed in an indistinct jelly, flowing down a clear scale of sight ...
I don’t see anything with my eyes ... as long as there are no targets on the target field of the tank director ...
The picture in the sight blurred and flew off to the left (Kolyankin work TKN-3), Kohl screamed: Tanks! Tanks !!, took away the eyes from the TCN eyepieces, looked at me and shouted again at his lips: Tanks !!!
Time has returned again, bzdanuv on the ears through the headset with the din of a diesel engine and the mat Kolki ...
I see ... Three plywood pedestal, with an iron grid, together perl on trolleys along the target field railway that we just cleared from the angle of (left-to-right) ...
...
Cheburashka direct the "ring" at our target, make the thumb of the right hand "stop" ... the aiming bar moves ... the green light above the eyes in the sight (like on a staff), we aim the head "arrow" of the aiming mark on our target ... we press the right index finger to the button "cheburashka" ...
Shot. The tracer of the large-caliber patron flashed the center of the target ... SUCCESS for a dozen seconds, heh, fuck.
- Come on, shouted Kolyan without a TPU (like: you hit, shoot farther "there too")!
Amendment to “movement” and “angle” ... shot ...
An amendment to the "movement" and "angle" ... shot ... (we are not including the "Delta D" and shoot without measuring the "speed of movement of the target" ...).
- Aaaa !!! Oral Kolyan - for. Be, got !!!
- Look to the right of the "track" RPG, I will BSO look !!! - Kolyan shouted without a TPU, twirling a “turret” with TKN-3 in all directions ...
I stick out the tower on 34-0, I graze the target field ... having made a “reset” of the rangefinder with my left thumb before that ... I think the approximate distance was that the director was “gusliy” along the “path” ...
And then, out of nowhere, appeared “zae.usi” in the form of an RPG target in the sight ... In the “pump” - stood up as Vanka-Vstanka ... And we looked for you and waited ... all the waiters have eaten ..., friend you are our heart ... needed goodies "? SchA, organize ...
Brought the marker of the grid of the machine gun sight “by distance” ... you-dyt (short), the trays left to the right of the target ...
Kolyan, tracking the BSO in TKN-3, jumped on the harnesses, turned and shouted - RPG?!?!?!
... I make an amendment on the racers ...
... A long line ... straight to the target ... Get the village tractor - all four wheels.
* The car was driving,
The harps rubbed,
And you did not wait for us,
And we cornered *
- Hammer !!! Zoyal Kolyan, do the tower on 35-0 !!! ... I pressed the bottom tantant TPU: More to the right, b.I !!! BZO from the right to left will go !!!
It is said, understood, made ... We monitor white snow in winter white snow in the sight ...
At first, the trolleys moved in, then, slowly, the targets on the electric drives began to rise ... It is interesting to “leisurely” look at the sight, and not search frantically for them, twirling “Cheburashka” ...
Classic…
A short line: “you-dyt” ... tracer left above the second target ... “Cheburashka” slightly down and to the left with the amendment ... a long line of the entire tape.
A bunch of tracers from all the tanks on three targets ... My second target fell immediately from the first, then the third ...
Zayebisya smell p.xia, if asa. Zae.isya !!! - fulfilled UKS !!!
Kolyan did not tear himself away from TKN with his eyes, twirling his “turret”, and simply grinned with a wide contented smile.
...
The tank froze in place (I felt it with my right eye in the eyecup) sight, the end of the path ...
He tore off the head from the sight, turned off the range finder, “stabilized”, stalled the “worm” (glancing for a moment that Kolyan was intently looking for tape from the PCT in the bag (if not full of holes) ... but the main thing - “his elbows-claws” away from the swinging mechanisms guns ... I pushed up the lever "mirror" sight.
Kolyan shoved the steaming tape into the side pocket of his trousers, looked at me:
-?
I do, nodded to him without words (control shot).
The index finger of his left hand found a button on a cheburashka, the PKT bolt carrier clicked dryly.
Report - nodded to him.
Kolka's dirty index finger of his right hand turned on the upper TPU pressure switch, and his left hand pressed the "laryngi" to his throat ...
In the headset "bdanulo" hoarse Kolyanovsky voice: "Tower, I am the second, the weapon is unloaded!"
Hehe ... We were the first to report ...
"Tower, I am the third, the weapon is discharged."
"Tower, I am the first, the weapon is discharged"
Hehe ... Beauty begins - we will “skate” ... and we will not get anything for it (there is no set-off for the trip to the “original” one).
Armor, I am a tower ... sounded in my ears ... silence ... ON THE INITIAL !!!
I snapped the diesel and the back of my head felt that we were moving (I’m not looking at the sight now, but sitting relaxedly on the gunner’s throne, leaning my head back and looking at the target field through the prism ... driving the Cheburashka through the drive with one hand: the barrel should to look into the center of the target field is the law of tank shooting practice ...
I twist the Cheburashka with one hand, relaxed on the harnesses, stare at triplex ...
BEAUTY !!! Rest is real! ...
Boom, she swung her head with a tank stop, waited for this (Duc already understood: turn the tower on 30-0 went through the prism into the target field), glance at the azimuth, set 32-0, and then suddenly flooding The Urals and the Mekhan will want to come out and look at this strange sight ...
The left hand on the TPU “pugavku”, the right hand for the hatch opening lever ... We are waiting.
“Armor, I am a tower ... TO THE MACHINE !!!!” - roared in the ears.
Rolled peas from the "Turtle", changed places with Kolka ...
How cool it is in the winter outside - just grace !!! Beautiful snowflakes sparkle and smile, with their coolness ... Headset: a good thing - sweat absorbs and it doesn’t flow into your eyes ... great ... Good in winter - not hot ...
Kolyan screams over his ear in front of a rotating fan of a rumbling diesel engine: - Targets will now go the other way, they will make castling of targets, look at the "tanks"! ...
Yeah, I nod my headset, and I myself look at the moisture and oil separating ... the bolt has rusted through it, it's a mess ...
“Z.a.g-r.u-zh.a.y” ... The swearing gun sang melodicly from the tank-drome tower ...
We flew over the "armor" like rooks over the nests ... they closed the hatches (assholes) ...
Let's go "stick mom in dad" and check AZRs ... as taught ...
I sighed the air of the “supercharger” and straightened my legs (so quickly get the FCT tape from the leg pocket of the combo) ...
He inserted the cartridge into the “teeth” of the bolt carrier, slammed the lid, twisted the handle and ... returned it (the handle) to its place ... forward.
Turned the headset with the brain of the head on the 15-0 ... I saw Kolyan ..., three patches of the "insert" in the magazine of the supplementary trunk are sifting through their fingers ... we already stuck it in my shooting, right? Kolyan nodded, yes. The conversation just looks.
Clearly ...
“A report?” “A question with your eyes.”
- Report.- Blink eyelashes.
"Upper tangent" and "lagings to the throat":
- Tower, I am "second", the weapon is loaded. Let go of the PTT key.
... "... zhie charged" - echoed through the air. Clearly, it means that along with me, someone also simultaneously reported ... simplex communication, her mother for the leg.
Kolyan shouted with his entire headset muzzle, leaning over the AZ receiver:
- Report again !!!
Reasonable.
- Tower, I am "second", the weapon is loaded.
- Tower, I am the "first", the weapon is loaded, rustled double-report.
Silence on the air ...
- Vishka, I am a “tratiy”, the weapon is loaded ... the familiar voice of Said is shershan (singing, soul shook, once in the race Said means there will be an obligatory concert and all participants will get from the “audience” eheh).
We picked up the legs in the "pile", one hand on the "pugavku", the other for the hatch opening lever ...
- “Armor”, I am the HOW ... TO THE MACHINE !!!
They flew out from under the warm armor and rolled down the hull of the peas to the frozen ground, envy the BOhAN mehanas, they are now there behind the friction clutches and they laugh at our tank dancing with a tambourine ...
"Pa.p.a.adi-P.a.p.a.di-P.a.p.a.adi" ... The mamagulnik from the tankodromic tower melodiously died ... how did you get ... melodic magician ... I am on this "music", through 20 years, even in opera I am sleepy: "TO THE FIGHT !!!" ... It’s a pity the gray-haired opera lovers, I’m going to go to the opera - it’s a pity because the music lovers ...
We flew over the armor, fell into it ...
Tangent on the "pugavku", the right hand feels the AZRs ... already a habit, eat ...
Howling stabilizer ... Kolyan works, OMS includes ...
I hold the index finger of my right hand at the top key of the TPU tangent and ... rest, leaning back of the back of the soft headset in ... empty shell niches ...
Kolyan "Cheburashka" jerks in all directions, looking at the sight and on the pin of the gun ... freezes, looks at the "device" ... freezes ...
I smiled ... Harya, of course, you are still the same, but our ... smile is his tank (dirty, muddy ... but happy) ... So the stabilizer works ...
- Report?
- Report. (all eyes)
- Tower, I am "Second", ready for battle, the supercharger is on.
It seems the “First” has already reported to the “ears”, I don’t remember ... Oru Kolyan, leaning over the AZ mechanisms:
- “First” reported back?!?!?!
Kolki's headset nods in a long, affirmative way ... B. I, so I "slept through" - a radish ... I can't eat through me.
- Vishka, I am a "tratiy", to the battle of the ghats, the scout is on! again saith the words Said ether ...
Silence. Stop breathing.
- Kolka, 15 seconds !!! I look for the tanks !!!
Nod Kolyan eyes.
- “Armor”, I am “Tower” !!! ... FORWARD !!!
The body swayed along with the “armor” ... how I love this moment: all the instructions and the whole theory faded and flew into the dark into the darkness of the end of Saturn when it came ... Work ... We were taught this way.
TKN in the hands, what the hell you see in him ... I turn the turret in all directions faster than the ruff in the pan bounces.
I saw rising plywood targets (no castling of targets?), Which were splashed from right-to-left into the depth of the target field, found the central target, pressed the thumbs of the TKN levers buttons to the pain in the knuckles:
- Tanks !!!
Turned around, for a second, the headset on the 15-0, and saw that Kolyan concentratedly "working", having buried himself in the eyepiece of the TPD-1K ...
He also dipped his face into TKN-3 (this is not a “staff”, oculars in the eyes are not “ebn.t when rolling back) ...
Shot! Tracer pierced the middle of a moving plywood target ... less than 10 seconds passed !!!
- Come on !!! Yelling in a voice ...
Shot! Trasser pierced the target.
- Come on !!!
The third shot of the fabulous glittering light of the tracer pierced the side of the target ... Targets fell, the trolleys disappeared behind a snowy hill and stood up ... Until we dig them up (we can't dig them out except for us).
- Do "reset" !!!
- Made, Kolyan shouted, not looking up from the eyepiece TPD-1K.
- Look for BSO on 28-0 !!! They will go from the left !!! I will be an RPG with the right from the "track" to watch !!! - I yelled Kolka.
Pressed the bottom PTT:
- Kolyan, they (from the HSE) know that, that we will wait for the BSO (castling of raising targets in the UKS), can again raise the RPG !!!
Nod Kolyanovsky headset.
Everyone understood each other ... and how could it be in a tank without it?
Spun the commander's turret on 34-0 and stared into a clean snow field ...
The target of the RPG stood before my eyes like a scarecrow ... so we were looking for you ... Two thumbs pressed down on the handles of TKN-3 with a crunch ...
-RPG !!! I screamed at the whole roaring diesel engine, turret ...
You are child Sighting.
You are dyt ... the target fell ...
Aaaa !!!
Kolyan cool machine gunner.
- We feed BZO !!! - screaming into space (there are no other targets).
The tower, under the influence of the omnipotent "Cheberashka", jerked on 28-0 and froze in one place, hypnotizing the snow hill with its trunk, from where they would have fun, hopping, and rolling out the BTW targets ... everything was calculated, hehe ... (we would "Then, THERE ... in the near future ...).
How hard is it to wait for “something”, which is surely to appear “from there”, from where you wait ... I do not envy snipers ... it is difficult IT ... (we wait and burn for a second with impatience, and they spend hours)
At first, trolleys appeared from behind the hill, radishes are rolling, wheels are glittering ... It’s even clear to me that it’s clear that TKN can be seen, I can imagine how Kolyan sees snowflakes on platforms on the platforms from stress, so as not to be torn off by the queue ...
For a long second ticking ... time slow as in a jelly ...
Targets began to rise ... Well, hello, brothers, rabbits, we are very surprised by your appearance, sorry, we did not expect, but we are good-natured hosts and will “treat” you from the heart to the tonsils: welcome to the hospitable target field ...
Everything: the “kissel” in time has burst ... now every moment is dear and it has become very little ... here "this" is normal, here is "this" - we understand ... hehe.
Kolyan’s forearms moved imperceptibly, measuring the distance with a laser mark and making a necessary “corner” on a machine-gun scale, adjusted for target movement ...
You are child Sighting.
Damn ... the tracer was not in the two cartridges fired ... nichrome is not visible where the bullets had gone ... the BRO targets stand in their tracks and roll, bouncing on the wheels of the trolleys on the snow-covered rails.
Straight from the soul through the handles of TKN, I feel that Kolyan is now doing: anticipation without changing the shooting parameters ...
Short line ...
Merry sparkles, joyfully soaring from our eyes, clinging to the optics of the eyes, smyganuli to the attraction called BZO ...
I, their spark, understand: why the search for entertainment is somewhere on the side, when the current attraction is so much fun ... After all, ALL the sparkles around the BTW targets are dancing ...
Our target has fallen (Kolyan is a really cool machine gunner!).
The third tank unsuccessfully sent fiery jets to its target, driving bullets behind the target .... Too many “jets”, obviously no more ammunition.
The first target fell ...
The tank tower went slightly to the left ...
- Kolya, we finish ...?!?!?!
And the PCT in my legs just went berserk, like a gelding ... a delicious smell of gunpowder.
The dawn of fiery jets from our tank lit up scanty, frozen bushes on a snow-covered target field ...
In the sight, the TKN was completely (as during the day) light when the streams of tracers from the PCT of the first tank entered the target field and dug into the third target, detuning it along with Kolki's turn ...
Scribe ... hit.
Do not ... along the way - finally ... "hit".
The third, torn to the seams, the target fell. Trolleys, slowly, drove off over a snowy hill ...
Hmm ...
Overdoing, however ...
Now you have to sexually ax and hammer a wave in the cold, restoring this “third” target ... Said (gunner of the third tank) is uniquely ... hit like chickens in front of us ... in front of us (we will still restore the target).
With him, at least, an organized trip to the chip.
Calm din of a diesel engine in the ears. It is clear - the end of the "track" ...
Once again he inhaled the sweet smell of gunpowder, removed the muzzle from TKN, twisted it into three deaths, and felt in the bag a warm ribbon from the PCT, pulled it out, trying not to touch the hot sleeves. He opened the cover of the receiver, felt the "teeth" with his fingers - there is no cartridge. He closed the lid, stuffed the empty bulletproof hemp into the pocket of the trousers of the overalls (handing it over the water), jerked the slide frame and returned the dog forward, to its place.
Nodded Kolya ...
Metallically clicked "empty shot". Wonderful.
Kolka was messing around at the loose barrel ... the Trenches were tinkling there, and so it was clear that there were only six shots for two, but the barrel was new, not “revolving!” ... There is no “seventh” shot, even kill the wall.
Yeah, of course, he collects the liner liner in a pocket kombeza ... and I poke my three ...
Now - everything is clear ...
UV-ff ... Worked out. Now you only need to finish up the original harp.
Kolyan nodded (he assembled the liners) ... and I report, pressing the TPU top tangent:
- Tower, I am the "second", the weapon is discharged!
I let go of the bottom key of the PTT with my finger ... this is not a girl, so that she can constantly “press” ... hehe ... (as they were taught).
- Tower, I am the "first", the weapon is discharged! - rustled in the headphones ...
A little wait ...
The back is numb. He bent his body back, straightening his shoulders ... B. I, before my eyes again hated eyepieces TKN ... Well, to hell with them, with "eyepieces", the main thing - "arched" ... Beauty ... Bliss ... it can be broken only by rustling in headphones or the roar of the engine ...
- Vishka, I am a "tratiy", the weapon is discharged, the "seventh" shot "... - this news crawled into my ears from the headset headphones ...
Scribe "Arrive" ...
They will definitely “have” in any way I don’t want to be wimped (as usual), but I can’t do it myself ...
That is our tank share.
"Chic" - the simplex in the headset turned on and turned off ...
“Chic” - the simplex connection was turned on for a split second ... and disconnected.
It is clear that “Tower” is cursing with itself and cannot issue a blatant checkmate on the air ... by tugging on a simplex communication switch ...
It happens ... This is shooting at the Tank Directorate ...
Silence…
- “Third”, I “Tower” !!! - dry bzdanulo in the ears Tankoshlema - PKT discharged?!?!?! ...
Silence in the headphones ... Only the roar of a diesel engine lulls the body, and the ceiling light somehow shines brightly ...
In headphones:
- Yes, the PCT is discharged .... Uh-uh ... "Weapon Unloaded! ..." The Seventh Shot, Vishka ... "...
.........
Kolyan laughs like a jerk, with his headset's forehead in the scope, I am laughing with him too, like the same jerk lounging on the commander's seat ... (as happens after shooting).
Well done, Sayid, grin ...
But the "Report" is the main thing !!! Hammer !!! The main thing in the "this" case ... simple - "Report" !!!
…I.e…
Everything is clear ... (for the Tower), and ...
The end of the implementation of the "exercise" according to the "Check-in".
Along the way, now everyone will lovingly lubricate the ass with Litol-24 for ... as it should be according to the "Instruction" ... and "tear" us into all the "yaky" slots that they will find ...
"The Seventh Shot" (!!!), however, buried his sleeve in the barrel ...
Scribe animal ...
Laugh - laughter, and tank - tank ....
- Armor, I HSE ... FOR THE ORIGINAL !!! - shouted in the ears ...
I sprung my ass ... I looked at Kolya, who had seized the Cheberashka with both hands, staring at the triplex: at the "main direction of shooting" ...
I felt the "fibers" that mehan gave "turns" ...
(then (at the school), I did not think that the sound of “turns” ... - this means that the mechanism is LIVE ... it just comes ... ahem ... with a little bit bitter experience).
We drove to the "original" !!! ...
Collapsed in the commander's seat ... "nowhere-nothing-do not look" - the headmistress, after all.
Tired, b. I, look in TKN ...
Kolyan intently looks at the triplex and moves the Cheburashka, directing the trunk to the center of the target field.
... Bliss.
Bliss is a few seconds in practice shooting when you are not responsible for anything ...
The armor roars with a diesel engine and is looking for the familiar “gusli” gully on the “return” lane ... Comfortably relax under this sweet hum ...
A few seconds of "mass" ...
They went to the "original" ... felt it with the fibers of a cursed tank soul ...
Kolyan looked up from the eyepiece of the sight, looked at me with the eyes of a happy idiot, and shouted with his eyes and throat:
- Aaaa !!!
Happiness. Fulfilled the "arrival" ... stupid happy and tired happiness ... And we do not need more, we just serve, and nothing more.
- Ah-ah !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, yell at each other in the oily hare, frolicking eyes, passed the test of the UCS !!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Swung with the body ... They got up.
Kolyan put the tower on 32-0 and turned off the “drive”, the gyro's howling stopped.
Sprung boots and took up the "button" ... We are waiting.
"Armor", I "Tower" ... silence ... "TO THE MACHINE"!.
They flew out of the hatches, like corks from a bottle, rolled down peas on the land…
AIR !!! Beauty !!!
"O. t-b.o-y" - melodiously predicted the head of the altar on the HSE ...
Part IV
All is well, beautiful marquise ...
All is well, beautiful marquise ...
We run.
Winter ... How hot it is ... Pot sweat runs both over the face of the face and all over the body ...
Ahead of the six idols of the next "arrival" lined up in rows of two, and look at us with frozen eyes glazed with cold ...
No, men, schA warm you, schA ... hehe.
And this will be the third double entry, the last one for today.
It feels good…
Our turn came to kemarit at the point of ammunition ...
Urya.
They fell apart, like paper bags in wadded winter overalls - there are already no emotions. We put our wild winter hats in the little ones who went where: on the ammunition boxes, on the padded jacket, soft and comfortable, in the lithic aroma, of a fellow jacket, on boots, it is not clear who (yes, without felt boots, we, because… yes because)
Got together in a nice warm flock ...
A beautiful and sweet-warm dream began to push the powder smell and comfortably sneak into the very center of the soul ...
- Castle platoon, command !!!
B.a ...
So it's time to sum up the results of the UCS of our glorious razdolbaysky training platoon ...
And then everything was as usual:
We were "torn out" as befits the letter of the Charter. Yes, with the construction of the entire training platoon (winter with a blizzard in the Manual of the rules of shooting is not described) ..., with significant individual "shuffling" of Said for the "seventh" shot before the formation of the completely frozen platoon, as well as for figolenky shooting at the BSW, but hit the test The target is hit, and this is the main thing. And it does not matter that the whole platoon ... Our commanders are correct.
This is also normal. Army - itit.
Finished shooting at the Directorate ...
Urya, said the right hemisphere of the brain that is freezing to the left brother ...
No, not Urya ... left answered - still it is necessary to serve the equipment and to clean machine guns ...
Pancake. Eheh ...
They removed the PCT and the "earbuds", armor snarled into the park to sleep, driven by the BOPE mechanics glass for weariness.
We go in a single weapon, clean machine guns. We are lucky - we will not clean the “liners”, this is not our concern (there is a raider appointed by fate in the person of the glorious Said).
The snow is crunching under the boots. A little bit quite cool again. Winter however.
Kolyan walks ahead of me and pulls the PKT on his right shoulder, holding him by the trunk of a flame arrester. The wire of electric power is hanging behind his back: left-right, left-right, left-right ...
Disorder.
I caught up with him, stepping on a yuftic boot, put a wire with a fork under his shoulder.
- Well, my ballroom shoes trample, Kolyan snapped, - what do you want?
“I don’t need anything from you, stomp forward, like birds fly, to the barracks of the landfill ...”
- Your piston, Kolya grumbled, - I will not clean it.
- That's how the “wax” waits for you, aha ... did you take that old hem yourself, did you hope for me?
Creaking snow under boots. The toes are already zadubeli in kirzuha, the fingers of the hands are heated with fur coats on the PKT trunks. We wander along the path.
Dobreli.
They opened the door to the BOWA and hit the nose with the familiar and familiar smell of KAZARMA - it means we are home ... eheh.
We climbed to the second floor and settled down on the floor in front of the arms - we clean, bu, I, trunks ...
We clean.
Clean again.
We finish ...
B.ya, we are cleaning again ...
Finally, PKT was handed over to the gun ... fuh.
Beauty ... Already wanted to live. (Said, meanwhile, continued to scramble and disguise ALL THREE “liner”, muttering something about the “seventh shot” under his breath.)
Wiped the hands of the old hemming, washing the gun grease.
And ... eat ??? ............................................ ...........
ps The story is over. But army days did not end ... because the Army always lives its own life.
The army is a living organism.
THE ARMY LIVES AND NOW, ITS HEART HEARTS ALWAYS STUNING.
Let it be so…
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