Won't try again, huh? Miller was already sliding his gun around the rock in front of him when Mallory caught his arm and pulled him back. He risked a quick peep round one of the boulders, eased himself back again.Eight, mebbe ten of them still down there, boss, he reported.The poor bastards are like ostriches-trying to take cover behind stones the size of an orange. He broke off suddenly, flattened himself in reflex instinct as a burst of machine-gun bullets struck the steep-walled rock above their beads and whined up the gorge in vicious ricochet. The thought of any more slaughter made him feel almost physically sick.They won't try again. We leave them be Mallory echoed emphaticaliy. But his voice was steady enough as he spoke, relaxed and almost casual.Right. Even as he spoke he could hear the soft scrape as the three others slid their automatic barrels across and between the protective rocks in front of them, could feel the wave of revulsion that washed through his mind. I'll take the white helmet in the middle, Louki. The middle of the ragged line of advancing soldiers, slipping and stumbling on the treacherous scree, had almost reached the lower limits of the blackened, stunted remains of the copse.They've come far enough. Bitter-mouthed, savage, the American was swearing softly and continuously, oblivious to the pain as he pounded his fist time and again into the sharp-edged gravel before him. Then he became aware of the low murmuring to his left, shifted round again. The gravelly earth beneath his elbows grated harshly as Mallory shifted his weight slightly, looked at the two men to his right, Andrea with his impassive face empty of all expression, Louki with the sheen of tears in his eyes. The sudden silence was curiously oppressive, louder, more obtrusive than the clamour that had gone before. The frenetic stammering of the machine-guns stopped abruptly and in unison, the sound sheared off as by a guillotine. He shook out his pack of cigarettes.Have one? Jus' daydreamin', boss he said easily.Jus' daydreamin'. Mallory touched his arm.What is it, Dusty? A six-inch mortar, almost certainly using fragmentation bombs-you use a brush and shovel for clearing up afterwards. Guaranteed to turn the knees to jelly, especially after nightfall-but it's stifi the other one you have to watch. He reached out for his field-glasses but stopped in surprise as Andrea leaned across Louki and caught him by the wrist before he could lift the binoculars.Whats the matter, Andrea?Īlso a mortar, Mallory explained.A five-barrelled job, and very nasty. ![]() Mallory stared at him, slowly released his grip on the glasses, nodded several times in succession.Īny second now, Mallory said softly.I only hope that our friend Turzig isn't among this lot. That inhuman bastard that sent these poor devils up that hill, Mallory said quietly.Make a wonderful pietare seen over the sights of your rifle, wouldn't he? Ībruptly Miller's smile vanished and he nodded. I have been thinking, and it can be nothing else. The coming conflict will engulf all.I would not be using these, my Captain. A single push will plunge it into cataclysm.Īnd there is one who schemes to achieve just that, an ancient figure who desires nothing less than to wield supreme power. But each is beset by its own trials, and now both have cause to cross the threshold and send their armies into the Realm of Chaos. On the border between the worlds, two mighty kingdoms stand sentinel: the stern warriors of Kislev and the vast empire of Grand Cathay. Nurgle, the plague god Slaanesh, the lord of excess Tzeentch, the changer of ways and Khorne, the god of blood and slaughter. The four Ruinous Powers rule over this place, ever seeking to slip their bonds and engulf the world in a tide of daemonic corruption. It whispers promises of power, but to behold it is to be seduced by it. It is a terrible place, incomprehensible to the mortal mind. ![]() Far beyond the world and its petty wars there exists a dimension of pure, malevolent magic: The Realm of Chaos.
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