GIGANTIC
The gun was gigantic. Overkill, really. Eighty centimetres, and weighing 1,350 tonnes, it could fire a seven-tonne shell forty-seven kilometres away. What the Nazis wouldn't come up with next.
It was headed for the Russian Front. Marya appeared, purred, and convinced Hogan to team up to stop it before it could cause some real damage.
The general Marya had seduced, had wanted to test it out. He had the perfect target. He aimed it right at Stalag 13.
BOOM.
The noise was deafening.
Hogan hoped it had missed. But no such luck. Not a trace of Stalag 13 remained.