Double Eagle(科幻战争)-第1章

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《Double　Eagle（科幻战争）》
作者：＇英＇Dan　Abnett【完结】

Synopsis　（英文书籍文案）　

When　the　elite　fighter　pilots　of　the　Phantine　arrive　on　the　beleaguered　world　of　Enothis；　they　know　this　is　a　desperate　hour。　The　forces　of　Chaos　are　closing　in　and　their　final　push　could　well　wipe　out　all　human　life　on　the　planet。　Thousands　of　refugees　flee　the　dark　armies　and　the　infamous　Chaos　fighter　pilot　Khrel　Kas　Obarkon　is　always　hunting　the　skies　for　more　prey。。。And　so　it　falls　to　the　brave　men　and　women　of　the　Phantine　fighter　corps。　Can　they　hold　up　the　Chaos　advance　until　reinforcements　arrive？　In　the　high…speed　white…knuckle　terror　of　aerial　combat；　can　they　defeat　an　enemy　possessed　by　daemons？





“Strong　men　have　conquered　the　land；　Bold　men　have　conquered　the　void；　Between　land　and
void　lies　the　sky；　And　only　the　bravest　men　ever　conquer　that。”
—from　the　dedication　to　the
Hessenville　Aviator　Scholam；　Phantine
“I　give　you　command　of　the　air。　It　is　up　to　you　how　you　take　it。”
—Warmaster　Macaroth；　dispatch
to　Admiral　Ornoff；　773。M41
“We　had　planes。　We　flew　them。　They　had　planes。　They　flew　them。　There　was　some　shooting
involved。　All　that　mattered；　really；　was　who　was　still　flying　at　the　end　of　it。”
—Major　August　Kaminsky　（73　kills）；
six　weeks　before　his　death　in　812。M41
“I　intend　to　get　out　of　this　alive　if　it’s　the　last　thing　I　do。”
—Commander　Bree　Jagdea；　at　Ouranberg

TARGET　FOUND
THEDA
Imperial　year　773。M41；　day　252　…　day　260

DAY　252
Over　the　Makanites；　06。32
In　the　side　rush　of　dawn；　the　peaks　glowed　pink；　like　some　travesty　of　a　fondant　celebration　cake。
Hard　shadows　infilled　the　cavities　like　ink。　Streamers　of　white　cloud　strung　out　in　the　freezing　air
three　thousand　metres　below。
Hunt　Leader　was　just　a　cruciform　speck　in　the　bright　air　ahead。　He　started　to　turn；　ten　degrees　to
the　northwest。　Darrow　tilted　the　stick；　following；　rolling。　The　horizon　swung　up　and　the　world
moved　around。　Slowly；　slowly。　He　heard　the　knocking　sound　and　ignored　it。
At　least　the　inclinometer　was　still　working。　As　he　came　around　and　levelled　the　column；　Darrow
reached　forward　and　flicked　the　brass　dial　of　the　fuel　gauge　again。　It　still　read　full；　which　couldn’t
be　right。　They’d　been　up　for　forty…eight　minutes。
He　took　off　a　gauntlet　and　flicked　the　gauge　once　more　with　his　bare　fingers。　He　felt　sure　the
lined　mitten　had　been　dulling　his　blows。
The　dial　remained　at　full。
He　saw　how　pinched　and　blue　his　hand　had　become；　and　pulled　the　gauntlet　back　on　quickly。　It
felt　balmy　in　his　insulated　flightsuit；　but　the　cabin　temp…stat　read　minus　eight。
There　was　no　sound；　except　for　the　background　rush　of　the　jet　stream。　Darrow　looked　up　and
around；　remembering　to　maintain　his　visual　scanning。　Just　sky。　Sundogs　flaring　in　his　visor。　Hunt
Three　just　abeam　of　him；　a　silhouette；　trailing　vapour。
The　altimeter　read　six　thousand　metres。
The　vox　gurgled。　“Hunt　Leader　to　Hunt　Flight。　One　pass　west　and　we　turn　for　home。　Keep
formation　tight。”
They　made　another　lazy　roll。　The　landscape　rose　up　in　his　port　vision。　Darrow　saw　brittle　flashes
of　light　far　below。　Artillery　fire　in　the　mountain　passes。
He　heard　the　knocking　again。　It　sounded　as　if　someone　was　crouching　behind　the　frame　of　his
armoured　seat；　tapping　the　internal　spars　with　a　hammer。　Pulsejets　always　made　a　burbling；　flatulent
noise；　but　this　didn’t　seem　right　to　him。
He　keyed　his　vox。　“Hunt　Leader；　this　is　Hunt　Four。　I’ve—”
There　was　a　sudden；　loud　bang。　The　vox　channel　squealed　like　a　stabbed　pig。
The　world　turned　upside　down。
“Oh　God…Emperor！　Oh　crap！　God…Emperor！”　a　voice　was　shouting。　Darrow　realised　it　was　his
own。　G…force　pummelled　him。　His　Commonwealth　K4T　Wolfcub　was　tumbling　hard。
Light　and　dark；　sky　and　land；　up　and　over；　up　and　over。　Darrow　choked　back　nausea　and
throttled　down　desperately。　The　vox　was　incoherent　with　frantic　chatter。
“Hunt　Four！　Hunt　Four！”
Darrow　regained　control　somehow　and　levelled。　He　had　lost　at　least　a　thousand　metres。　He　got
the　horizon　true　and　looked　around　in　the　vain　hope　of　seeing　someone　friendly。　Then　he　cried　out
involuntarily　as　something　fell　past　his　nose　cone。
It　was　a　Wolfcub；　one　wing　shorn　off　in　a　cascade　of　torn　struts　and　body　plate。　Flames　were
sucking　back　out　of　its　pulsejet。　It　arced　down　and　away　like　a　comet；　trailing　smoke　as　it　went
spinning　towards　the　ground。　It　became　a　speck。　A　smaller　speck。　A　little　blink　of　light。
Darrow　felt　his　guts　tighten　and　acid　frothed　inside　him。　Fear；　like　a　stink；　permeated　the　little
cockpit。
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Something　else　flashed　past　him。
Just　a　glimpse；　moving　so　fast。　There　and　gone。　A　memory　of　recurve　wings。
“Hunt　Four！　Break！　Break　and　turn！　There’s　one　right　on　you！”
Darrow　leaned　on　the　stick　and　kicked　the　rudder。　The　world　rolled　again。
He　put　his　nose　up　and　throttled　hard。　The　Wolfcub　bucked　angrily　and　the　knocking　came
again。
Throne　of　Earth。　He’d　thought　his　bird　had　malfunctioned；　but　it　wasn’t　that　at　all。　They’d　been
stung。
Darrow　leant　forward　against　the　harness　and　peered　out　of　his　cockpit　dome。　The　aluminoid
skin　of　his　right　wing　was　holed　and　torn。　Hell’s…teeth；　he’d　been　shot。
He　pushed　the　stick　forward　to　grab　some　thrust；　then　turned　out　left　in　a　hard　climb。
The　dawn　sky　was　full　of　smoke：　long　strings　of　grey　vapour　and　little　black　blooms　that　looked
like　dirty　cotton。　Hunt　Flight’s　formation　had　broken　apart　and　they　were　scattering　across　the
heavens。　Darrow　couldn’t　even　see　the　bats。
No；　that　wasn’t　true。　He　made　one；　bending　in　to　chase　Hunt　Five；　tracer　fire　licking　from　its
gunpods。
He　rolled　towards　it；　flipping　the　scope　of　his　reflector　sight　into　position　before　resting　his
thumb　on　the　stick…top　stud　that　activated　the　quad　cannons　in　the　nose。
The　bat　danced　wildly　across　the　glass　reticule　of　the　gunsight。　It　refused　to　sit。
Darrow　cursed　and　began　to　utter　a　prayer　to　the　God…Emperor　of　Mankind　to　lift　his　wings　and
make　his　aim　true。　He　waggled　the　stick；　pitching；　rolling；　trying　to　correct；　but　the　more　he　tried；
the　more　the　bat　slipped　wildly　off　the　gunsight　to　one　side　or　the　other。
There　was　a　little　smoky　flash　ahead；　and　suddenly　Darrow’s　Wolfcub　was　riding　through　a
horizontal　pelt　of　black　rain。
Not　rain。　Oil。　Then　debris。　Pieces　of　glittering　metal；　buckled　machine　parts；　shreds　of
aluminoid。　Darrow　cried　out　in　surprise　as　the　oil　washed　out　his　forward　view。　He　heard　the
pattering　impact　of　the　debris　striking　off　his　nose　plate　and　wing　faces。　The　bat　had　chalked　Hunt
Five　and　Darrow　was　running　in　through　the　debris　stream。　Any　large　piece　of　wreckage　would　hole
him　and　kill　him　as　surely　as　cannon…fire。　And　if　so　much　as　a　demi…mil　cog　went　down　the　intake
of　his　pulsejet…
Darrow　wrenched　on　the　stick　and　came　nose…up。　Light　returned　as　he　came　out　of　the　smoke
belt；　and　slipstream　flowed　the　oil　away　off　his　canopy。　It　ran　in　quivering　lines；　slow　and　sticky；
like　blood。
Almost　immediately；　he　had　to　roll　hard　to　port　to　avoid　hitting　another　Cub　head　on。　He　heard　a
strangled　cry　over　the　vox。　The　little　dark…green　interceptor　filled　his　field　of　view　for　a　second　and
then　was　gone　back　over　his　shoulder。
His　violent　roll　had　been　too　brutal。　He　inverted　for　a　moment　and　struggled　to　right　himself　as
the　mountains　spread　out　overhead。　That　knocking　again。　That　damn　knocking。　He　was　bleeding
speed　now；　and　the　old　pulse…engines　of　the　K4Ts　had　a　nasty　habit　of　flaming　out　if　the　airflow
dropped　too　sharply。　He　began　to　nurse　it　up　and　round；　gunning　the　engine　as　hard　as　he　dared。
Two　planes　rushed　by；　so　fast　he　didn’t　have　time　to　determine　their　type；　then　another　three　went
perpendicular　across　his　bow。　They　were　all　Wolfcubs。　One　was　venting　blue　smoke　in　a　long；
chuffing　plume。
“Hunt　Leader！　Hunt　Leader！”　Darrow　called。　Two　of　the　Cubs　were　already　climbing　away　out
of　visual。　The　sun　blinded　him。　The　third；　the　wounded　bird；　was　diving　slowly；　scribing　the　sky
with　its　smoke。
He　saw　the　bat　clearly　then。　At　his　two；　five　hundred　metres；　dropping　in　on　the　Cub　it　had　most
likely　already　mauled。　For　the　first　time　in　his　four　weeks　of　operational　flying；　Darrow　got　a　good
look　at　the