After the tank showed up in the fight, the enemies no longer tried to counterattack.

Our lives became much easier, since no longer I had to spend hours on guard.

Of course, the tank was moved away from the frontline to avoid letting the enemy gather intel, and to finally start resupplying.

It took us several supply drops to simply refuel the tank, and no less would be needed to restock our supplies, ammo, and some spare parts for maintenance.

“What will you say?” I asked Old man after he was done examining the suspension and the engine bay.

“Simple maintenance should suffice.” (O)

“And beyond ‘should suffice’?”

“I’d say we should thoroughly examine the transmission…” (O)

“That’s great… Ether! Ether, are you there?”

The radio did not respond.

“Hey, Old man… For how long will the transmission survive…?”

“Erhm… My bet is 100 kilometers…” (O)

“Can you perform maintenance in field?”

“No can do, that’s the problem.” (O)

“Fine… Make me a list of absolutely everything you’d need to repair to bring the tank into proper condition.”

“Understood, I’ll go then.” Old man picked a sheet of paper, and started writing down the list of everything we would need.

Meanwhile, I went to the campfire, and started cooking.

Today’s feast will be canned carrot with dried meat. Not much, but better than eating crackers.

I stirred the contents of a hot pot, and waited for anything to happen.

That anything was Old man returning with the report.

“I wrote down everything. Still, Captain, even if you bring everything needed, we lack the facilities for repairs.” (O)

“Well… There is a way…

Ether.”

Radio remained silent.

“JUST RESPOND YOU PIECE OF S*!”

“No need to shout…” (E)

“THEN F* RESPOND BEFORE I HAVE TO.”

“Alright, alright… What did you need?” Ether answered with a tired voice.

“Everything on the list, as well as the equipment for maintenance.”

“Are you serious…? How the hell am I supposed to…” (E)

“Dress.”

“Now that I think about it… Maybe it can fit into the Mi-26… But I doubt I can send every…” (E)

“Pink. Frilly. Nightmare.”

“…However, our Motherland’s helicopters can do everything possible and impossible, right?” Once again, I sworn to strangle this son of a b*, should I ever encounter him.

I turned my head in the direction of an intense stare.

“You have anything to say?” I looked at Old man.

“No… I… I… I forgot to turn off the stove…!” (O)

“GET THE F* BACK HERE! IF I AM TO GO DOWN IN FLAMES, THEN I’LL TAKE YOU ALL TO HELL WITH ME!”

Unsurprisingly enough, within an hour a helicopter arrived.

On board was everything Old man may’ve needed to replace the transmission and the damaged torsions. There was even a winch to help with removing the tracks.

And of course, there was a disgusting, nauseatingly pink, nightmarish thing, suitable for little princesses of this body’s age…

‘I swear once again, I’ll go to the edge of the Earth if I have to, and f* strangle that son of a b*…’

Usually the two idiots would giggle and joke about me being in a girly clothes. This time they were very silent, and focused on the maintenance. Might have something to do with AKMS in my hands.

Soon enough (2 hours later) I grew tired of watching the two dumba*s try lifting up the transmission with a crane, so I looked towards the capital.

There I saw a lot of onlookers, all curiously looking at my new clothes.

Bang Bang Bang

“IF ANYBODY SAYS ANYTHING, I’LL DO A DECIMATION FOR YOU!!!”

‘… if she was nicer…’

“HAVE YOU SAID SOMETHING, JESTER?”

“NIKAK NET!” [Absolutely no!] Jester straightened, and let go of a piece of metal, which almost landed on his leg.

Almost…

“IF YOU HAVE TIME TO TALK, THEN DOUBLE TIME THE WORKING.”

“TAK TOCHNO!” [That's affirmative!] (J)

“That’s better.”

“SLUZHU ROSSII!” [I serve Russia!] The imbecile stopped bawling the responses, and continued working.

Meanwhile, I found a small mirror.

Well, I must say I look quite nice in this… I wish I had a daughter like this…

“WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?!” I shouted to the procrastinating idiots.