Mallory touched his arm.What is it, Dusty? A six-inch mortar, almost certainly using fragmentation bombs-you use a brush and shovel for clearing up afterwards. Guaranteed to turn the knees to jelly, especially after nightfall-but it's stifi the other one you have to watch. Gawd help us, Miller muttered.Fragmentation bombs, you said He lapsed into gloomy silence.Īlso a mortar, Mallory explained.A five-barrelled job, and very nasty. Mallory stared at him, slowly released his grip on the glasses, nodded several times in succession. Miller looked round at him, eyes cold and still and empty of all recognition, then he blinked several times and grinned, a cut and bruised hand automatically reaching for his cigarettes. He shook his head in mortification.Itmust have been me, Andrea. All this started just after I had been on watch-and Panayis didn't have the glasses. He paused, remembering, then grinned wryly.It could have been myself. It would only require a single flash to tip them off. There was no other way, therecould have been no other way. Of course, of course I had been wondering. Won't try again, huh? Miller was already sliding his gun around the rock in front of him when Mallory caught his arm and pulled him back. But he was grateful to the New Zealander for trying to take their minds off what they had to do.Why don't they use them? That's right, Miller gowled.Cheer us all up. They will, Mallory assured him.Just as soon as we fire and they find out where we are.Ībruptly Miller's smile vanished and he nodded. The quiet voice was almost a prayer.That's all I ask. He broke off suddenly, flattened himself in reflex instinct as a burst of machine-gun bullets struck the steep-walled rock above their beads and whined up the gorge in vicious ricochet. The thought of any more slaughter made him feel almost physically sick.They won't try again. We leave them be Mallory echoed emphaticaliy. But what in the universe that other weird looking contraption can be. He squinted again at the guns, forehead lined in puzzlement.That first one's a mortar, I reckon. Let them have it nowĪh, well, mebbe I was mistaken, Miller said magnanimously. But his voice was steady enough as he spoke, relaxed and almost casual.Right. Even as he spoke he could hear the soft scrape as the three others slid their automatic barrels across and between the protective rocks in front of them, could feel the wave of revulsion that washed through his mind. I'll take the white helmet in the middle, Louki. The middle of the ragged line of advancing soldiers, slipping and stumbling on the treacherous scree, had almost reached the lower limits of the blackened, stunted remains of the copse.They've come far enough. Bitter-mouthed, savage, the American was swearing softly and continuously, oblivious to the pain as he pounded his fist time and again into the sharp-edged gravel before him. Then he became aware of the low murmuring to his left, shifted round again. The gravelly earth beneath his elbows grated harshly as Mallory shifted his weight slightly, looked at the two men to his right, Andrea with his impassive face empty of all expression, Louki with the sheen of tears in his eyes. The sudden silence was curiously oppressive, louder, more obtrusive than the clamour that had gone before. Special Note: Kickstarter recently disabled remote embedding for images on project pages, so embedding code doesn't work on project pages (yet) - just everywhere else.The frenetic stammering of the machine-guns stopped abruptly and in unison, the sound sheared off as by a guillotine. Here are a few quick snippits of code you can use to embed your personalized widget on your website, in your blog, and even on your favorite forum.īBCode for forums Copy BBCode Help your backers reach your daily goals and help others see how you're doing.
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