Fifteen Hours(科幻战争)-第40章

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Catachans　are　roasting　a　metre…and…a…half　long　two…legged　lizard　on　an　open　spit。　Naturally；　we
enquire　whether　we　can　join　in　their　feast。　But；　being　Catachans；　they　refuse。　“Go　catch　your　own
terranosaur；”　they　say。　Now；　you　thought　that　would　have　been　the　end　of　it。　But　Davir　refuses　to　let
matters　rest。　Soon；　he　begins　bragging　to　us　that　he　is　more　than　capable　of　capturing　a　terranosaur
just　as　the　Catachans　had。　And；　before　you　could　say　small　man；　big　mouth　we　have　agreed　to　enter
into　a　wager　with　him　on　the　matter。”
“He　bet　us　he　could　hunt　down　a　terranosaur；　new　fish；”　Bulaven　jumped　in　excitedly。　“He　bet
us　a　hundred　credits　he　could　hunt　one；　kill　it；　and　bring　it　home　for　dinner。”
“So；”　Scholar　continued；　“armed　with　a　lasgun；　our　intrepid；　if　diminutive；　hunter　goes　alone
into　the　jungle　in　search　of　his　prey。　Only　to　re…emerge　two　hours　later；　running　back　into　camp　in　a
panic　as　though　he　had　a　daemon　on　his　trail！”
“Ach；　you　and　Bulaven　can　laugh　all　you　like；”　Davir　said；　holding　a　hand　high　above　his　head
like　a　fisherman　describing　the　size　of　his　catch。　“But　nobody　told　me　the　one　the　Catchans　killed
was　only　a　baby；　and　that　the　adults　were　ten　metres　tall　when　full…grown。　Or；　for　that　matter；　that
they　hunted　in　packs。　I　tell　you：　I　only　got　out　of　that　damn　stinking　jungle　by　the　skin　of　my　teem。
And；　besides；　you　have　to　admit　I　did　what　I　said　I’d　do　in　the　end。　I　did　kill　a　terranosaur　and　I　did
bring　it　home　for　dinner。　About　three　of　them；　in　fact。”
“Only　because　you　bribed　someone　in　comms　to　let　you　call　in　an　artillery　strike　against　them！”
Bulaven　said；　outraged。　“Then；　after　the　batteries　had　been　pounding　that　patch　of　jungle　for　an　hour
straight；　you　got　a　search　party　together　and　brought　back　the　remains　of　all　the　terranosaurs　that　had
been　killed　by　the　shellfire。　That　doesn’t　count；　Davir。”
“Of　course；　it　counts。　What；　you　think　I　should　have　dug　a　pit　trap　like　some　idiot　deathworlder
and　waited　for　one　of　the　big　dumb　beasts　to　wander　by　and　fall　into　it？　I　keep　telling　you；　Bulaven：
you　should　have　been　more　specific　about　the　conditions　of　the　bet。　You　didn’t　say　anything　about
not　being　able　to　use　artillery。”
The　argument　continued：　Davir　and　Bulaven　squabbling　comically　about　the　details　of　the
decade…old　bet　while　Scholar　attempted　to　act　as　arbiter。　As　he　listened　to　them；　Larn　became　aware
of　how　different　the　three　men’s　manner　had　become　since　the　whistle　had　blown　and　they　had
come　to　the　dugout。　Here；　they　did　not　seem　as　gruff　and　intimidating。　They　seemed　more　relaxed。
More　at　ease　with　themselves　and　their　surroundings。
Looking　around；　Larn　saw　it　was　the　same　everywhere。　All　about　him　he　could　see　Vardans
talking；　joking　and　laughing　amongst　themselves；　their　faces　animated；　their　gestures　more　free　and
expansive。　It　was　almost　as　though　here　in　the　dugout；　for　the　moment　at　least；　there　were　no　orks。
No　constant　threat　of　death。　No　Broucheroc。　Here；　the　Vardans　seemed　almost　like　the　people　Larn
had　known　back　home。　As　though；　momentarily　released　of　the　shadow　of　war　and　horror；　they　had
reverted　to　their　true　selves。
As　he　watched　them；　Larn　began　to　understand　for　the　first　time　that　each　of　the　Vardans　had
once　been　like　him。　Each　of　them　had　been　a　green　recruit。　Each　of　them　had　once　been　a　new　fish
and　he　realised　there　was　hope　for　him　in　that　thought。　If　each　of　these　men　had　somehow　learned
how　to　survive　the　brutalities　and　privations　of　this　place；　then　so　could　he。　He　would　learn。　And　he
would　survive。
And　then；　comforted　by　that　warm　and　happy　thought；　before　he　even　knew　it；　Larn　was　asleep。
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CHAPTER　THIRTEEN
20：01　hours　Central　Broucheroc　Time
A　Mosaic　Coloured　in　Blues；　Greens；　and　Reds　—　A　Dream　of　Home　—　A　Bombardment　Again　—
Zeebers’　Behaviour　is　Perhaps　Explained　—　Sergeant　Chelkar　Rallies　the　Troops　—　The　Myth　of
The　Big　Push
“You　ordered　us　to　Alert　Condition　Red！”　the　general　roared；　his　voice　so　loud　that　the　Guardsmen
and　militia　auxiliaries　seated　at　their　work　stations　around　them　in　the　Situation　Room　gave　a
collective　jump。　“Have　you　taken　leave　of　your　senses？”
“If　you　would　allow　me　to　explain；　sir；”　Colonel　Drezlen　said；　his　expression　tight　as　he　stood
facing　the　older　man；　fighting　visibly　to　keep　his　own　temper　in　check。
“Explain？”　General　Pronan　thundered。　“What　is　there　to　explain？　You　have　grossly　exceeded
your　authority；　colonel。　I　could　have　you　court…martialled　for　this。”
“I　had　no　choice；　sir；”　Drezlen　said。　“We　were　faced　with　an　emerging　situation；　and　you　were
elsewhere—”
“Don’t　try　and　lay　the　blame　for　this　debacle　at　my　door；　Drezlen。”　The　general’s　cheeks　grew
florid　with　rage。　“You　will　only　end　up　making　matters　worse　for　yourself；　you　hear　me？　I　know
very　well　I　was　away　from　Sector　Command。　I　was　at　General　Headquarters；　where　fortunately　I
was　made　aware　of　your　alert　order　in　time　to　quash　it　before　all　hell　could　let　loose。”
“You…　quashed　it？”　Drezlen　said；　appalled。　“You　countermanded　the　alert？”
“Of　course　I　did。　Have　you　any　idea　of　the　fuss　an　alert　order　can　cause？　Troops　are　seconded
from　other　sectors　all　across　the　city；　extra　supplies　are　sent　up；　reserve　units　are　brought　forward　to
the　front。　Sweet　Emperor；　man！　Don’t　you　know　a　sector　has　to　be　on　the　verge　of　being　overrun
before　an　order　to　go　to　Alert　Condition　Red　is　warranted？　Never　mind　the　fact　that；　by　issuing　an
alert　on　your　own　authority；　you　violated　the　chain　of　command！”
“You　countermanded　the　alert；”　Drezlen　said　quietly；　his　face　ashen。　“I　can’t　believe　it…”
“Yes。　And　by　doing　it　I　likely　saved　you　from　a　firing　squad；”　the　volume　of　the　general’s　voice
had　fallen；　his　manner　growing　more　composed　as　his　anger　abated。　“But　you　can　thank　me　for　that
later；　Drezlen。　First；　I　want　you　to　start　giving　me　some　answers。”
“Answers？”　Drezlen　was　curt。　“Very　well；　general。　Let　me　give　you　all　the　answers　you　could
want。”　He　turned　towards　a　nearby　Guardsman　seated　beside　a　control　panel　covered　in　dials　and
switches。　“Corporal　Venner？　Activate　the　pict…display　and　bring　up　the　current　situation　map　for　our
sectors。　Let　us　see　if　we　can　show　the　general　exactly　why　I　believed　we　had　reached　Alert
Condition　Red　status。”
At　the　flick　of　a　switch　the　large　rectangular　pict…display　set　into　one　of　the　Situation　Room’s
walls　suddenly　hummed　into　life；　a　small　white　dot　appearing　in　the　middle　of　the　black　screen
before　expanding　to　cover　its　entire　surface。　Then；　as　Corporal　Venner　worked　another　series　of
switches；　the　situation　map　for　Sectors　1…10　through　1…20　appeared　on　screen。　A　mosaic　coloured　in
blues；　greens；　and　reds：　blue　for　the　areas　under　Imperial　control；　green　for　the　parts　held　by　the
orks；　red　for　the　territories　whose　ownership　was　currently　being　contested。
“I　don’t　understand；”　the　general　said；　looking　up　at　the　pict…display　in　confusion。　“I　don’t
remember　seeing　all　this　red　on　the　board　when　I　left　for　General　Headquarters　this　morning。”
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“Matters　have　developed　considerably　since　then；　general；”　Drezlen　said。　“As　of　fifteen　minutes
ago　no　less　than　ten　of　the　eleven　sectors　under　your　command　are　currently　being　attacked　by　the
orks。　In　each　case；　the　pattern　is　the　same：　massed　assaults　preceded　by　lengthy　bombardment　by
enemy　artillery；　as　well　as　coordinated　attacks　on　vital　facilities　by　gretchin　suicide　bombers　and　ork
troops。　Currently；　it　is　unclear　how　many　of　these　assaults　are　the　real　thing　and　how　many　are
intended　only　as　diversions　to　put　pressure　on　our　resources。”
“Diversions？　Lengthy　bombardments？　Coordinated　attacks？”　the　general’s　expression　was
incredulous。　“Have　you　lost　your　mind；　man？　You’re　talking　as　though　the　enemy　were　working　to
some　kind　of　coherent　plan　of　action。　For　the　Emperor’s　sake；　these　are　orks　we　are　talking　about！
They　don’t　have　the　brains　or　organisational　ability　to　put　anything　like　that　in　motion。”
“Be　that　as　it　may；　sir；　it　appears　that　is　precisely　what　they　are　doing。　So　far；　we　are　holding　on
by　our　fingernails。　But　if　you　want　to　see　just　how　bad　things　here　could　get；　take　a　look　at　S