Fifteen Hours(科幻战争)-第16章

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new　fish。　You　shoot　when　we　do。　You　follow　orders。　You　do　what　we　tell　you　to　do；　when　we　tell
you　to　do　it；　and　you　don’t　ask　any　questions。　Trust　me；　that’s　the　only　way　you　going　to　survive
your　first　fifteen　hours。”
Ahead；　the　group　of　gretchin　out　in　no…man’s　land　had　swelled　to　become　a　horde　several
thousands　strong。　They　seemed　agitated　now；　jabbering　to　each　other　in　incomprehensible　alien
gibberish　while　the　more　brave　or　foolhardy　among　them　pushed　their　way　to　the　front　of　the　group
as　though　restless　for　their　wait　to　be　at　an　end。　Then；　finally；　the　waiting　was　over　as　for　the　first
time　Larn　heard　the　sound　of　massed　alien　voices　screaming　a　terrifying　war　cry。
Waaaaaaaghhhh！
As　one；　firing　their　guns　into　the　air；　the　horde　of　gretchin　came　charging　towards　them。　As
unnerving　as　the　sight　of　the　aliens　had　seemed　to　Larn　earlier；　they　were　nothing　compared　to　the
horrors　he　now　saw　emerging　into　view　in　their　wake。　Just　behind　the　onrushing　gretchin　he　saw
countless　numbers　of　much　larger　green…skins　rise　up　to　join　the　charge。　Each　one　of　them　a
grotesquely　muscled　broad…shouldered　monster　more　than　two　metres　tall；　screaming　with　ferocious
savagery　as　they　took　up　the　battle　cry　of　their　smaller　brethren。
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Waaaaaaaaghhh！
Sweet　Emperor；　Larn　thought；　half…beside　himself　with　terror。　Those　must　be　the　orks。　There’s
so　many　of　them　and　every　one　of　them　is　huge！
“Eight　hundred　metres。”　Vidmir　said；　sighting　in　on　the　enemy　with　the　targeter　clipped　to　the
side　of　his　lasgun；　his　calm　voice　barely　audible　above　the　sound　of　approaching　thunder　as　the
greenskins　charged　ever　closer。　“Keep　yourselves　cold　and　sharp。　No　firing　until　they　reach　the　kill
zone。”
“Don’t　fire　until　you　see　the　reds　of　their　eyes；”　Kell　snickered；　as　if　he　had　found　some　grim
humour　in　the　situation　that　eluded　Larn。
“Six　hundred　metres。”　Vidmir　said；　ignoring　him。
“Remember　to　aim　high；　new　fish；”　Repzik　said。　“Don’t　worry　about　the　gretchin　—　they’re　no
threat。　It’s　the　orks　you　want　to　hit。　We　open　up　with　single　shots　at　first　—　continuous　volley　fire。
Oh；　and　new　fish？　You　might　want　to　release　the　safety　catch　on　your　lasgun。　You’ll　find　killing
orks　is　easier　that　way。”
Fumbling　at　his　lasgun　in　embarrassment　as　he　realised　the　Vardan　was　right；　Larn　switched　the
firing　control　from　safe　to　“single　shot”。　Then；　remembering　his　training　and　the　words　of　The
Imperial　Infantryman’s　Uplifting　Primer；　he　silently　recited　the　Litany　of　the　Lasgun　in　his　mind。
Bringer　of　death；　speak　your　name；
For　you　are　my　life；　and　the　foe’s　death。
“Four　hundred　metres；”　Vidmir　said。　“Prepare　to　fire。”
The　greenskins　were　closing。　Looking　past　the　scuttling　ranks　of　gretchin；　Larn　could　see　the
orks　more　clearly　now。　Close　enough　to　see　sloping　brows　and　baleful　eyes；　while　thousands　of
jutting　jaws　and　mouths　filled　with　murderous　tusks　seemed　to　smile　towards　him　with　eager　and
savage　intent。　With　every　passing　second　the　orks　were　coming　closer。　As　he　watched　them
charging　towards　the　trench；　Larn　felt　himself　gripped　by　an　almost　overpowering　urge　to　turn　and
flee。　He　wanted　to　hide。　To　ran　away　as　far　and　fast　as　he　could　and　never　look　back。　Something
deep　inside　of　him　—　some　mysterious　reservoir　of　inner　strength　he　had　never　known　before　—
stopped　him。　Despite　all　his　fears；　the　dryness　of　his　mouth；　the　trembling　of　his　hands　that　he　hoped
the　others　could　not　see；　despite　all　that　he　stood　his　ground。
“Three　hundred　and　fifty　metres！”　Vidmir　shouted；　while　Larn　could　hear　the　distant　popping
sound　of　mortars　being　fired　behind　them。　“Three　hundred　metres！　On　my　mark！　Fire！”
In　the　same　instant　every　Guardsman　on　the　line　opened　fire；　sending　a　bright　fusillade　of　lasfire
burning　through　the　air　towards　the　orks。　With　it　came　a　sudden　flurry　of　airbursts　as　dozens　of
falling　mortar　and　grenade　launcher　rounds　exploded　in　mid…air　in　a　deadly　hail　of　shrapnel。　Then
came　the　blinding　flash　of　lascannon　beams；　the　rat…a…tat　crack　of　autocannons；　the　flare　of　frag
missiles　streaking　towards　their　targets。　A　withering　torrent　of　fire　that　tore　into　the　charging　orks；
decimating　them。　Through　it　all；　as　the　Vardans　in　the　trench　beside　him　ceaselessly　worked　the
triggers　of　their　lasguns　to　send　more　greenskins　screaming　to　xenos　hell；　Larn　fired　with　them。
He　fired　without　pause；　as　merciless　as　the　others。　Over　and　over　again；　his　fears　abating　with
every　shot；　the　terrors　that　had　once　assailed　him　replaced　by　a　growing　sense　of　exultation　as　he
saw　the　green…skins　die。　For　the　first　time　in　his　life；　Larn　knew　the　savage　joy　of　killing。　For　the
first　time；　seeing　orks　fall　wounded　and　dying　to　be　trampled　under　the　heedless　boot　heels　of　their
fellows；　he　knew　the　value　of　hate。　Seeing　the　enemy　die；　he　felt　no　sorrow　for　them；　no　sadness；　no
remorse　for　their　deaths。　They　were　xenos。　They　were　the　alien。　The　unclean。　They　were　monsters；
every　one　of　them。
Monsters。
With　a　sudden　insight；　he　finally　understood　the　wisdoms　of　the　Imperium。　He　understood　the
teachings　he　had　received　in　the　scholarium；　in　the　sermons　of　the　preachers；　in　basic　training。　He
understood　why　Man　made　war　upon　the　xenos。　In　the　midst　of　that　war；　he　felt　no　pity　for　them。
A　good　soldier　feels　nothing　but　hate。
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Then；　through　the　heat　and　noise　of　battle；　Larn　saw　something　that　brought　all　his　fears　rushing
back　to　him。　Incredibly；　despite　all　the　casualties　inflicted　by　the　Guardsmen’s　fire；　the　greenskins’
charge　had　not　wavered。　Though　the　torrent　of　fire　continued　from　the　Vardans’　positions；　the　orks
kept　on　coming。　They　seemed　unstoppable。　Abruptly；　Larn　found　himself　uncomfortably　aware　just
how　much　he　wanted　to　avoid　having　to　face　an　ork　in　hand…to…hand　combat。
“One　hundred　and　twenty　metres！”　he　heard　Vidmir　yell　through　the　din。　“Change　cells　and
switch　to　rapid　fire！”
“They’re　getting　closer！”　Larn　said；　his　hands　clumsy　with　desperation　as　he　struggled　to　change
the　cell　in　his　lasgun。　“Shouldn’t　we　fix　bayonets　—　just　in　case？”
“Hardly；　new　fish。”　Repzik　said；　his　cell　already　changed　and　firing　with　the　rest。　“If　this　battle
gets　to　bayonet　range　we’ve　as　good　as　lost　it。　Now；　shut　up　and　start　shooting！”
Out　in　no…man’s　land　the　charging　orks　came　ever　closer。　By　now　most　of　the　gretchin　were
dead；　winnowed　away　by　blast　and　shrapnel。　Though　the　ranks　of　the　orks　had　also　been　thinned；
from　where　Larn　stood　there　looked　to　be　thousands　of　them　left。　All　bearing　down　across　the
battered　landscape　of　no…man’s　land　in　a　relentless　and　barbaric　tide　hell　bent　on　slaughter。
There’s　no　stopping　them；　Larn　thought。　We’re　going　to　be　overrun！
He　saw　orks　armed　with　short　bulbous…headed　sticks　running　at　the　head　of　the　mob；　the　sticks
covered　in　a　lethal　profusion　of　spikes；　blades　and　flanges。　At　first　he　took　the　weapons　in　their
hands　to　be　some　form　of　primitive　mace　or　club。　Until　he　saw　the　front　rank　of　orks　suddenly　throw
the　same　“clubs”　to　land　in　the　frozen　mud　before　the　trenches；　each　one　exploding　in　a　shower　of
shrapnel。　Instinctively；　seeing　one　of　the　stick…grenades　land　a　few　metres　from　his　trench；　Larn
ducked　his　head　to　avoid　the　deadly　fragments　whistling　through　the　air　above　it。　An　action　that
drew　a　terse　reprimand　for　Repzik。
“Damnation；　new　fish。　Keep　your　fool　head　up　and　keep　on　shooting！”　Repzik　yelled。　“They’re
trying　to　make　us　keep　our　heads　down　so　they　can　get　in　close。”
Doing　as　he　was　told；　Larn　resumed　firing。　Only　to　look　on　in　horror　with　the　rest　of　the　men　as；
flying　through　the　air　so　slowly　it　might　almost　have　been　moving　in　slow　motion；　another　of　the
stick　grenades　hit　the　parapet　and　bounced　inside　their　trench。
“Stikk　bomb！”　Vidmir　screamed。　“Bail　out！”
Rushing　to　evacuate　the　trench　with　the　others；　Larn　scrambled　over　the　trench　wall　behind　him；
stumbling　over　his　own　two　feet　as　he　made　it　to　ground　level　and　turned　to　run　for　cover。　He
tripped；　his　body　already　falling　towards　the　ground　as　the　blast　of　the　stikk　bomb　ripped　through
the　air　behind　him。　He　felt　a　pain　in　his　shoulder　and　a　sudden　pressure　in　his　ears。　Then；　he　hit　the
ground　a