Fifteen Hours(科幻战争)-第27章

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Larn’s　direction。
“Yes；　that　is　a　good　trick；　new　fish；”　Bulaven　said；　noticing　that　Larn　was　looking　at　Zeebers。　“If
you　sharpen　the　blade　of　your　entrenching　tool　it　makes　a　good　weapon　if　you　find　yourself　in　handto…
hand　with　an　ork。　Better　than　a　bayonet；　anyway。　Of　course；　you　need　to　be　careful　you　don’t
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sharpen　the　edges　of　the　spade　head　too　fine。　Otherwise；　it　can　split　if　you　actually　have　to　dig　the
earth　with　it。”
“Does　it　happen　a　lot？”　Larn　asked　him；　giving　an　involuntary　shiver　as　he　remembered　his
earlier　encounter　with　the　gretchin。　“Going　hand…to…hand　with　the　orks；　I　mean？”
“Not　so　much　if　we　can　help　it；”　Bulaven　said；　tapping　the　imposing　bulk　of　the　heavy　flamer　by
his　side。　“For　myself；　when　it　comes　to　killing　orks　I　prefer　to　use　my　friend　here。　Sometimes
though；　the　orks　get　in　close　and　it　can’t　be　helped。　Then　you　just　have　to　kill　them　with　laspistols；
knives；　spade　heads：　whatever　comes　to　hand。　But　you　don’t　need　to　worry　too　much　about　that；
new　fish。　Stay　close　to　me；　Scholar　and　Davir；　and　you’ll　be　all　right。”
“You　will　forgive　me；　Bulaven；”　Larn　said　to　the　big　man。　“But　it　didn’t　sound　too　much　like
that　when　you　were　talking　before。”
“Ach；　I　told　you：　you　shouldn’t　worry　about　that；　new　fish；”　Bulaven　said。　“As　I　say；　Davir
didn’t　mean　too　much　by　it。　It　is　simply　his　manner　to　sound　off　from　time　to　time；　and　you　just
happened　to　get　in　his　way。　Personally；　I　think　it　is　because　he　is　shortarse。　He　likes　to　talk　a　lot　to
make　himself　seem　important。　Trust　me；　you　should　just　put　it　from　your　mind　as　though　it　never
happened。”
“And　the　fifteen　hours？”　Larn　said　quietly。　“What　about　that？”
In　reply　Bulaven　fell　silent　for　a　moment；　his　broad　and　kindly　features　abruptly　given　over　to　an
almost　pensive　brooding。　Until；　at　length；　he　spoke　once　more。
“Sometimes；　it　is　better　not　to　think　too　much　on　such　things；　new　fish；”　he　sighed。　“Sometimes；
it　is　better　just　to　have　faith。”
“Faith？”　Larn　asked。　“You　mean　in　the　Emperor？”
“Yes。　No。　Perhaps；”　Bulaven　said；　his　words　growing　as　slow　and　thoughtful　as　his　expression。
“I　don’t　know；　new　fish。　I　used　to　believe　in　so　many　things　back　when　I　first　became　a　Guardsman。
I　believed　in　the　generals。　I　believed　in　the　commissars。　Most　of　all；　I　believed　in　the　Emperor。　Now；
I　certainly　don’t　believe　in　the　first　two　anymore。　And　as　for　the　Emperor？　Sometimes　it　is　hard　to
see　His　grace　among　all　this　carnage。　But　a　man　must　have　faith　in　something。　And　so；　yes；　I　still
believe　in　the　Emperor。　I　believe　in　Him。　And　I　believe　in　Sergeant　Chelkar。　Those　are　the　two
articles　of　my　faith；　such　as　they　are。”
“But　there　is　something　else；　new　fish；”　he　continued。　“Something　just　as　important　as　faith。
Hope。　Davir　is　wrong　about　that；　you　see。　A　man　must　have　hope；　or　he　might　as　well　not　be　alive。　It
is　as　important　as　the　air　we　breathe。　So；　no　matter　how　bad　things　get；　new　fish　—　no　matter　how
bleak　they　seem　—　you　must　remember　not　to　give　up　hope。　Trust　me；　if　you　can　hold　on　to　your
hope；　everything　will　be　all　right。”
With　that；　Bulaven　fell　silent　again　and　Larn　found　himself　remembering　his　talk　with　his　father
in　the　farmhouse　cellar　on　his　last　night　at　home。　Trust　to　the　Emperor；　his　father　had　told　him　then。
And；　now；　Bulaven　had　told　him　to　trust　to　hope。　Though　in　his　heart　he　knew　them　both　to　be　good
pieces　of　advice；　as　he　looked　out　at　the　desolate　and　foreboding　landscape　around　him　they　seemed
of　little　comfort。
A　single　shot　rang　out；　the　sound　of　it　unnaturally　loud　after　the　silence。　Acting　on　reflex　Larn
jumped　back　from　the　firing　step　in　search　of　cover；　only　to　fall　backwards　into　the　trench　to　land　on
top　of　Davir；　causing　the　stocky　runt　to　awaken　in　a　flurry　of　profanities。
“Marshal　Kerchan’s　bloody　arse！”　Davir　cursed　as　he　pushed　Larn　away。　“Can’t　a　man　get　any
sleep　around　here　without　some　idiot　jumping　on　top　of　him　with　two　boots　first！　What；　you　have
mistaken　me　for　your　mother；　new　fish；　and　you　wanted　a　cuddle？　Get　the　hell　off　me！”
“There　was　a　shot；　Davir；”　Bulaven　said；　still　standing　on　the　firing　step；　head　crouched　to　peer
cautiously　over　the　trench　parapet。　“From　out　in　no…man’s　land。　A　sniper；　I　think。　That　is　what　the
new　fish　was　reacting　to。”
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“He　can　react　to　it　all　he　wants　so　long　as　he　doesn’t　keep　leaping　on　me；”　Davir　said；　grabbing
his　lasgun　and　stepping　up　to　the　firing　step　beside　Bulaven　to　gaze　wolfishly　into　no…man’s　land。
“So。　A　sniper；　eh？　Scholar；　hand　me　your　field　glasses　and　we　will　see　if　we　can　find　him。”
Soon；　Scholar　and　Zeebers　had　joined　Davir　and　Bulaven　on　the　firing　step。　Then；　handing　the
field　glasses　to　Davir；　Scholar　turned　to　look　over　his　shoulder　at　Larn　standing　at　the　bottom　of　the
trench　behind　him。
“You　should　come　up　and　watch　this；　new　fish；”　Scholar　said。　“It　is　important　you　learn　how　to
deal　with　a　sniper。”
Taking　his　place　on　the　step　next　to　Scholar；　Larn　watched　as　the　other　men　stared　intently　into
no…man’s　land；　scanning　for　anything　out　of　place。　Until；　indicating　a　shell　crater　perhaps　three
hundred　metres　away　from　their　trench；　Davir’s　wolfish　smile　became　a　broad　grin　of　delight。
“There；”　he　said。　“I　see　him。　Keep　your　heads　down　—　the　little　gretch　bastard　is　already
looking　for　his　next　shot。　He’s　not　the　brightest　of　sparks；　however。　He　may　have　painted　himself
grey　to　blend　in　with　the　mud；　but　apparently；　nobody　told　him　a　sniper’s　not　supposed　to　fire　twice
from　the　same　position。”
As　though　in　response　another　shot　rang　out；　raising　a　clod　of　earth　as　the　bullet　struck　the
ground　three　metres　to　the　left　of　the　trench。
“Ha！　He’s　not　much　a　shot　either；”　Davir　said；　handing　the　field　glasses　to　Bulaven　beside　him。
“Really；　I　think　we　should　consider　sending　a　letter　of　complaint　to　the　orks　about　the　quality　of　the
gretchin　they　choose　for　sniper　duty。　This　one　is　so　poor　a　marksman；　killing　him　seems　almost　a
waste　of　a　lasblast。”
“It　is　another　one　of　the　hazards　here；　new　fish；”　Scholar　said　to　Larn。　“Every　now　and　again　the
orks　will　equip　a　particularly　level…headed　gretchin　with　a　long　rifle　and　send　him　out　into　no…man’s
land　to　act　as　a　sniper。　Of　course；　gretchin　are　hardly　renowned　for　their　marksmanship；　so　mostly
they　are　just　a　nuisance。　But　we　have　to　take　them　out；　all　the　same。　Which　unfortunately　means　that
one　of　us　here　will　have　to　act　as　bait。”
“I　vote　for　the　new　fish；”　Zeebers　said；　sneering　at　him。　“He　is　expendable；　after　all；　and　you
never　known　when　a　gretch　might　get　lucky。”
“Very　kind　of　you　to　volunteer　him；”　Davir　said；　his　las…gun　at　his　shoulder　as　he　sighted　in　on
the　shell　crater。　“Especially　since；　if　memory　serves；　it　is　actually　your　turn　to　act　as　sniper　bait。
Now　shut　your　stinkhole　and　get　out　there。　And　make　sure　you　give　the　gretch　plenty　of　opportunity
to　shoot　at　you。　I　want　a　clear　view　of　him　so　I　can　be　sure　of　a　clean　kill。”
Muttering　darkly　under　his　breath；　Zeebers　grabbed　his　lasgun　and　put　his　hands　on　the　top　of
the　trench　wall　to　the　side　of　him。　Then；　giving　Larn　a　last　poisonous　glare；　he　pulled　himself　up　out
of　the　trench　and　jumped　into　the　open。　The　moment　his　feet　hit　the　ground　he　was　off　and　running；
zigzagging　with　his　body　half…crouched　as　he　sprinted　across　open　ground　to　the　next　nearest　firing
trench　and　threw　himself　inside　to　safety。
“No；”　said　Davir；　still　peering　through　his　sights　towards　the　shell　crater。　“He　is　still　in　cover。
Maybe　our　friend　is　smarter　than　we　think。　Or　perhaps　he　simply　finds　Zeebers　to　be　a　rather
scrawny　and　uninspiring　target。　Either　way；　I　haven’t　got　a　shot　yet。”
“Again；　Zeebers！”　Scholar　yelled；　waving　toward　the　next　trench。
Discontent　clearly　visible　on　every　line　of　his　face　even　from　a　distance；　Zeebers　leapt　from　the
trench　again　and　ran　zigzag　once　more　toward　the　next　trench　in　line。
“He’s　moving；”　Bulaven　said；　gazing　through　the　field　glasses　towards　the　crater。　“Looks　like
he’s　taken　the　bait。”
“Quiet；”　Davir　hissed。　“You　are　putting　me　off。”　Then；　exhaling　slowly；　he　pulled　the　trigger；
producing　a　single　sharp　crack　as　the　l