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Gunheads(科幻战争)-第78部分

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rusty metal hook in the other。 A suing of desiccated human heads bobbed around its waist。
Wulfe dropped down into the turret basket just in time。 The beast’s axe clanged on the rim just
as his head disappeared inside。
“By the Throne!” shouted Siegler。 He began scrambling to unhook one of the lasguns from the
fixings by his station。 In the meantime; the ork had thrust its metal hook into the turret basket and
was slashing backwards and forwards; trying to snag the crewmen it knew were inside。
Wulfe threw both his arms around the ork’s massive wrist; but the damned thing was so
powerful it began battering him off the turret walls。 In desperation; Wulfe let go with one hand and
scrambled for his knife。 He grasped the handle; drew it from its sheath; and stabbed it hard into the
ork’s forearm。
With a roar of pain; the ork withdrew its arm; taking the knife with it; but the reprieve was only
temporary。 Seconds later; it thrust its massive head down into the turret and began snapping at
Wulfe with its razor…toothed jaws。 The stink of its foul breath filled the compartment。
“Down;” shouted Siegler; and Wulfe dropped his weight to the floor just in time。 Tusks clashed
an inch above his head。 Then the ork turned to face the loader; drawn by his shout。
Siegler rammed the barrel of a lasgun into the creature’s mouth and yanked back hard on the
trigger。 The blast blew out the back of the ork’s head; spattering the wall of the turret basket and two
of its occupants with blood and brain matter。
“By the bloody Eye of Terror;” shouted Beans。 The back of his head was drenched in foulsmelling
gore。
“Good work; Sig;” said Wulfe。 He immediately set about trying to clear the cupola; but it wasn’t
easy。 Shifting the heavy corpse took all his strength。
When the hatch was free; he poked his head out to check for any other orks waiting to lop his
head off。 There were none。 He stood and gripped the handles of his heavy stubber again。 In the few
seconds it had taken to deal with the hook…wielding ork; yet another Cadian tank had been reduced
to a flaming black skeleton。
Something else had changed; too。 There were more Cadians than before。 The reinforcements
from the rear had arrived。 Chimeras were pouring laser and autocannon fire in every direction but
that of The Fortress of Arrogance; and the foot soldiers were tapping in to some kind of hidden
reserves。 They fought back with a renewed sense of purpose。 Wulfe decided it must be the sight; or
perhaps the proximity; of the holy tank that had inspired them。 If they could only stop it knocking
out their damned armour…
Just as he was thinking this; the disfigured Baneblade fired again。
This time; the victim was Hal Keissler and The Damascine。 The 2nd Company leader died
instantly; blown apart with the rest of his crew。 Wulfe swore; realising that he could count the
number of surviving tanks on the fingers of two hands。 To the right he saw New Champion of
Cerbera and was amazed that she had stayed in the fight for this long。
Perhaps he had underestimated Lenck’s skill as a commander。
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It hardly mattered。 If The Fortress of Arrogance kept picking them off like this; none of it would
mean a damned thing。
“Beans; you never answered my question。”
Having been denied the only armoured target on the field; Beans was strafing ork infantry with
the co…ax。 “What question?”
“Do you think you can hit the damned warboss?”
“I can try;” said Beans; “but if I hit his ride instead; the general will have me shot!”
“Do it anyway;” barked Wulfe。 “I’ll answer for it; but you have to take the shot。 That damned
thing is getting ready to fire again; and we might just be the next target。 Siegler? Load her up。 Highexplosive。
Let’s blow that greenskin bastard into the next life。”
“We’re out of high…ex; sarge;” replied Siegler。 “Only armour…piercing left; and not many of
’em。”
“Damn it;” spat Wulfe。 “AP it is。 Load her up。 Aim well; Beans。”
“Locked and lit;” shouted Siegler。
“Do it;” said Wulfe; “and may the Emperor guide your shot!”
Beans stamped on the floor trigger。
Last Rites II shuddered as exploding propellant burst from her muzzle brake。 The shot zipped
straight in towards The Fortress of Arrogance。 Wulfe held his breath; praying that the ork leader
would disintegrate in a shower of blood and bone shards。
The shot curved low and smacked straight into the Baneblade’s turret instead。
Another massive armoured plate fell away; revealing more of the black and gold that lay
underneath。
The reaction on the vox was immediate。 Wulfe heard General deViers screeching at the top of
his voice。 “Who fired that shot? Identify yourself at once。 You are disobeying a direct order from
your general!”
Wulfe was about to respond when another voice cut in。 It was Major General Bergen。
“Frak it!” said Bergen。 “This is a direct order from 10th Division Command。 All tanks; open up
on that monstrosity with everything you have。 We won’t lose anyone else to it。 You hear me? Fire at
will。”
Wulfe knew that the general’s orders overrode Bergen’s; but he wasn’t about to let that stop him。
“Siegler; load。 Beans; do what you do best; son!”
Thunderclaps echoed from the rusting metal walls all around as the surviving tanks of the 10th
Armoured Division blasted the bastardised Baneblade with everything they had。 Fire blossomed all
over it and heavy pieces of armour spun away in all directions。
“Stop!” yelled deViers over the vox; but nobody was listening。 “I command you to stop!”
The Adeptus Mechanicus also added their protestations; overriding the Cadian vox…comms to
issue warnings of their own; but to no avail。
Again and again; the tanks fired。 More and more of the true shape of The Fortress of Arrogance
was revealed。 Then one shot struck the raging warboss that stood atop the turret。 There was a sudden
burst of bright blue light and a loud cracking sound as the energy field generated by the warboss’
armour straggled to absorb the blast。 Against lesser weapons like lascannons; it might have held
indefinitely; but it simply wasn’t powerful enough to repel the sheer force of a tank round impacting
at full velocity。 The field collapsed and the beast’s right arm vanished completely in a fine red mist。
The warboss staggered and looked sideways at the ragged; bleeding stump of flesh with an
expression of slack…jawed disbelief。 That was when a second round; an armour…piercing shell from
Captain Immrich’s Vanquisher; Firemane; struck it dead centre in the torso。 The round punched
straight through the ork’s power armour; blew its guts out its back; and blasted it from its feet。
A great cheer went up from the Cadian soldiers; and they rallied for the third time that day。
Wulfe marvelled at them。 He knew how tired they were; but they were Cadians; all of them。 They
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would rather die of exhaustion than give up the fight。 It was their planetary heritage; this discipline
and strength。
“Cease fire;” shouted deViers again。 “Cease fire; at once!”
The tankers stopped firing。 The Baneblade still rumbled forward; but without their commander;
the crew were confused and lost。 The ork foot soldiers were distracted by the sound of the Cadian
cheer and turned to find that their warboss had been slain。 Without his overwhelming strength and
dominance; the unity of the ork force collapsed。 Old factions that had once been rivals were
suddenly free to wage war against each other again; and the entire force fell into absolute and
immediate disarray。 Greenskins began hacking and firing at other greenskins just as fiercely as they
were fighting with the Cadians。 It didn’t take the Guardsmen long to capitalise on this。
The clashing of heavy blades and the barking of large calibre stubbers and pistols gradually gave
way to the ordered crack of las and hellgun volleys。
Within the hour; the sounds of fighting died off altogether。
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CHAPTER THIRTY…FIVE
“Get those men down from there;” deViers stormed。 “Get back all of you。 Damn your eyes; I’d have
some of you shot but for the fact that we have our prize at last。 Gruber; give me that vox…amp unit。
And you there! Yes; you。 Help me up at once。”
A young trooper bearing
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