Kernanlkougar in Russia Part 6

Kernanl woke up with a daze – the world was spinning – she couldn’t hear a thing, though. She just wanted to go to sleep… sweet, dreamy sleep.
“What the fuck are you doing, American!?” said a Red Army captain – she couldn’t recognize his—
“Get up or I shoot!”
Oh. That guy.
“Five minutes, sir…”
“Fuck you and your five fucking minutes! We need anti-armor and we need it now!” He threw the catgirl to her feet and pressed her rifle into her arms.
“Shoot them or I shoot you! Now go!” he said as he scrambled to another position. The enemy had somehow gotten through the defenses and was now rumbling into the base behind the three remaining White Eagle tanks. A single sniper was seen fleeing the scene.
“We’re being overrun!” Charnenko said over his radio as he sprinted away from the defensive lines, “You hear me you Polish bastard?! We’re being overrun!”
“I read you, I read you.” Kowalski said as he observed Charnenko through his binoculars. “Where the hell is the major? Ah… Sergeant Glazkov, I need you to get one of those replacement units – tell them to set up an anti-tank column near the tanks. I want Machine gunners with RPKs and miniguns for support.”
The major was not about to arrive anytime soon. However, someone else was on the way. A V-22 tilt rotor plane was bringing in some heavy cargo – it looked like some sort of walking battle tank…
“All right, comrade Bezumov,” said the V-22 pilot, “We’re going to land nice and smooth and let you go as not to damage your vehicle.”
“What do you think I am, some kind of pussy?” replied Bezumov. “Drop me here!”
“Um… we might be blamed for damage to your…”
“Shut the fuck up and drop me!”
“You got it… asshole.”
The plane released Bezumov’s vehicle – a Red Army Assault Walker, code named “Borov”, the boar.
The assault walker landed with its two feet firmly on the ground, its hydraulics reducing the force of impact. Bezumov checked his systems and aimed his main weapon towards the charging tanks. The main weapon just happened to be a large laser cannon mounted on the shoulder of the walker – and Bezumov had a strange sense of humor.
“Charging systems on… megaphone on… ahem, ahem, IMMA FIRIN’ MAH LASER!!!!”
With that, the humongous beam shot out of the cannon and split through the tanks like a hot knife through butter.
“This is Sergeant Boris Bezumov to Red Army command, do you read me? *break* Enemy armor has been eliminated, over.”
“Sergeant Bezumov, this is Captain Kamenev, thanks for the save. The enemy is pulling back, over.”

Meanwhile, Captain Gerhardt crossed his arms and scanned the battlefield, watching his men retreat. Shame was upon Russia today – but they would return, and hopefully, they would be victorious next time.

The big assault walker stomped towards Kernanl, and halted just short of her. She was sleeping soundly on a rock. The pilot’s hatch opened, and out came Bezumov – for a man with such a forceful manner, he was a little guy – only four feet high – in fact, he was a dwarf.
He hopped down from his cockpit and took a good look at the catgirl. Then, without another warning, he yelled,
“Wake up, bitch! We won the war!”
Kernanl sighed, and muttered, “Fffck yee…zzz”
“What?! What did you say?”

Just then, a tank pulled by the village – a T-120/95 – Kazansky’s vehicle. The major himself climbed out from the commander’s hatch and rushed to congratulate the troops.
“Captain Kamenev – great work here. You and your boys could use a lot of rest. Looks like that new American is getting some already.” he said, glancing at Richards.
“Thank you, Comrade Major. We couldn’t have done it without your reinforcements. And that American did a hell of a good job.”
“Well, we’ll be looking forward to her future services.”