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Gunheads(科幻战争)-第30章

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now。 Van Droi checked the rear vision blocks and found that the tank behind — Corporal Kurtz’s
The Adamantine — was just as difficult to see。 The screech of grinding metal sounded over the
howling wind and the rumble of the engine as hooks took the strain against towing pegs。
“Keep her real steady; won’t you; Nails?” said van Droi。
“Sure thing; sir;” replied the grizzled old driver。 His voice was clear。 The tank’s intercom system
wasn’t affected by the storm in the same way the vox…link was。 “As steady as Waller’s hands after a
few bottles of the rough stuff。”
Van Droi frowned。 That wasn’t very steady at all。
Lenck’s men were far more worried than he was; and they weren’t beyond showing it。 As the New
Champion rolled forward; they grumbled and griped on the intercom; snapping at each other; letting
their nerves get the better of them。 Lenck tuned them out。
As the storm intensified; gusts battering against his tank; rocking her as if she weighed far less
than her sixty…three tonnes; he sat back in his command seat; idly playing with the cruelly serrated
knife he kept in his boot。 It was a non…regulation blade; officially forbidden; but it had saved his
neck a few times back in the reserves; particularly when bigger men came looking for him; burning
with anger; ready to pulp him for cheating them out of money or bedding their women。 Most lost the
will to fight after they’d been cut a few times。
Lenck rated himself with a blade。
He hadn’t needed to use his little equaliser since joining the 81st Armoured; but he was sure
there would come a time。 Sooner or later; someone would come looking for him with a mind to do
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some damage。 He had a feeling it would be Sergeant Wulfe。 Most of the men in 10th Company were
younger than Lenck; recent reinforcements who looked up to him for one reason or another。 It was
something different for each; but Lenck could always find it and use it to his advantage。 For some; it
was his skill with women that they envied。 They wanted to share in the secret of his success; not
realising there was no secret; he was simply better than they were。 For others; it was his ability to
procure the things without which some men found Guard life unbearable; from extra smokes or
booze all the way up to restricted meds。 Before that damned drop…ship had ditched him on the red
sands; Lenck had enjoyed a nice little arrangement with a certain medicae officer whose sinful
appetites he had threatened to reveal to a member of the Ministorum。 The man would have faced
execution for sure。 Throne knew where the bloody clown was now。 Maybe he had made it down on
another ship。 Maybe he was dead。 No matter。 When Lenck got out of this mess — and he knew he
would; for if he believed in anything; it was that he had been born lucky — he would find another
source。 Everyone could be bent to his will one way or another。
That thought brought him to the curious matter of Victor Dunst; and he felt a rare flash of
irritation。 Dunst; whoever he was; seemed to be the reason that Sergeant Wulfe had it in for him。
Lenck wanted details; sure that the knowledge would give him the upper hand; but he had no idea
how to get them。 Wulfe’s crew seemed to dislike him just as much as their precious commander did;
especially that bastard Holtz; the one with the mashed…up groxburger for a face。
“Ain’t you listening; Lenck?” growled Varnuss over the intercom。
“No; I’m not;” said Lenck; “but don’t let that stop you。”
The big loader turned to scowl; tattoos on his neck and shoulders rippling as the muscles under
them shifted; but he changed his mind when he saw the way Lenck was stroking his knife。 He turned
back to his station and muttered; “I said it’s getting worse out there; not better。 Look through the
vision blocks。 It’s like night…time; only its all red。 We shouldn’t be moving at all。”
“Least we’re not out in front like Cold Deliverance;” said Riesmann; chipping in。 “Second in
line suits me fine。 I wouldn’t want to be on Muller’s crew for love nor money。”
“And that’s saying something;” Lenck quipped; “since you’ve always had so damned little of
either。 Relax; both of you。 That’s an order。 You don’t hear Hobbs complaining; do you?”
“He only stopped “cos you threatened to fix it so everyone in the army group thinks he’s a fruit;”
replied Riesmann sourly。
“Right;” laughed Lenck; “and the same goes for you。 Think of it like this: so long as we’re stuck
in this storm; van Droi and that flag…waving fool of an infantry colonel have enough to worry about。
We’re not out in front。 Hobbs is doing all the driving。 All we can do is sit back and ride it out。”
The others didn’t reply。 They listened to the wind for a moment as it screamed around the edges
of the tank。 Lenck could hear the tow chains creaking。 Riesmann and Varnuss glanced at each other
nervously。
“What’re they saying on the vox?” Riesmann asked。
“Nothing;” Lenck replied。
“You sure? The lights are on。 Someone’s talking。”
“It’s just interference;” said Lenck。 He reached into one of the stowage bins and pulled out a
green metal jerry can。 It was much smaller than the ones they had been given to piss in。 He
unscrewed the cap; tipped the can to his mouth; and drank。
“Hey;” said Varnuss; “what’s that? If you’ve been holding back water…”
“It’s not water;” said Lenck smugly。 “It’s a little something special I’ve been keeping aside。” He
tossed his head。 “Damn it goes down rough。 Good kick though。”
Varnus and Riesmann half…turned。 It was the most they could manage in the incredibly cramped
turret basket。 Riesmann sniffed the air and said; “That’s liquor。 You’d better share it out; Lenck。 We
look after you; you look after us; remember?”
“Teah;” rumbled Varnuss; “that’s what you said; Lenck。”
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“I know what I said; you dolts。 Give me a bloody break。 Would I have shown you at all if I
didn’t intend to share?”
He lifted the jerrycan and handed it to Riesmann; who took it greedily and raised it to his lips。
Before he could gulp any down; however; New Champion of Cerbera skidded forward with a
sudden surge; and then stopped。 Her front suspension strained; groaning as it was compressed to its
limits while her rear lifted into the air。 Then there was a sharp clang that shook the whole tank; and
the front suspension sprang upwards again。
The men inside were thrown from their seats。 Lenck just managed to avoid splitting his head
wide open on the corner of one of the stowage bins。 Varnuss wasn’t so lucky。 Blood spilled from a
deep cut in his crown。
Riesmann was thrown painfully against the manual traverse wheel; grunting as the metal handle
dug into his side。 He spilled Lenck’s liquor all over his fatigues。
“What the frak was that?” shouted Lenck。 “Hobbs; what in the bloody warp just happened?”
Fear and shock raised the pitch of Hobbs’ voice as he replied over the intercom; “By the
frakkin” Eye; Lenck。 I think… I think we just lost Cold Deliverance。”
Wulfe had to strain his ears to make out the lieutenant’s voice as it said; “All tanks; halt! That’s an
order。 Stop where you are。 Do not move an inch。” He didn’t waste any time。
“Dead stop; Metzger;” he snapped over the intercom。
Last Rites II ground to an immediate halt。
“What’s going on; sarge?” asked Holtz; pressing his eyes to the main gun’s scope。
“Quiet;” said Wulfe。 He squinted with effort as he listened carefully to the voice on the vox…link。
After a moment; he said; “It’s Cold Deliverance。 She’s gone quiet。 From the sounds of it; she
dropped。”
“Into what?” asked Siegler; turning to stare at Wulfe。
“We won’t know till the storm’s passed;” said Holtz。 “Will we?”
Wulfe was listening to the vox again。 Then he said; “The New Champion called it in。 From the
sounds of it; the front tow peg snapped right off。 Damned lucky she didn’t go over; too。”
“Or unlucky;” grumbled Holtz; “depending on how you look at it。”
Wulfe knew what he meant; but; if any of Muller’s crew were still alive; it was just as well
Lenck’s tank hadn’t gone over。
“What’s van Droi saying?” asked Siegler nervously。
Wulfe listened for a another moment。 He shook his head miserably as he answered; “Nothing we
can do。 So long as the storm continues at this intensity; we can’t move a bloody muscle。 Muller and
his boys will need to wait it out like the rest of us。”
“But they’ll need medical attention!” piped Siegler。
“I know that; Sig;” snapped Wulfe; “but look outside the tank; damn it。 You think we can help
them in this?”
Siegler looked down at his hands; obviously upset; and Wulfe felt immediately contrite。 He
leaned forward and patted the loader’s broad; powerful shoulder。
“Sorry; Sig;” he said。 “I know you’re just worried about them。 I am; too。”
Warp…damn it all; he thought。 We can’t keep taking knocks like this。 Where in the blasted Eye
are the rest of the army group?
Forcing calm into his voice; he told his crew; “Let’s keep it together。 Gunheads never give up;
remember? We keep fighting。 It’s what we do。”
Siegler looked slightly mollified。 He said; “Maybe Borscht’s ghost will help us again。”
Wulfe’s blood turned to ice…water。
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