![]() ![]() Schmeissers-it was no war, as he had said, but sheer, pitiful massacre, with the defenceless figures on the slope below, figures still stunned and uncomprehending, jerking, spinning round and collapsing like marionettes in the hands of a mad puppeteer, some to lie where they fell, others to roll down the steep slope, legs and arms flailing in the grotesque disjointedness of death. With four machine-guns in their hands-two Brens and two 9 mm. ![]() His last words were caught up and drowned in the tearing, rapid-fire crash of the automatic carbines. 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? 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. Gawd help us, Miller muttered.Fragmentation bombs, you said He lapsed into gloomy silence. 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. ![]()
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