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Chapter 27

           Hehadkilledtheyoungofficerwhohadledtheassaultwithagrenadethathadgonebouncingandrollingdowntheslopeastheycameupit,running,benthalfover.Intheyellowflashandgrayroarofsmokehehadseentheofficerdiveforwardtowherehelaynowlikeaheavy,brokenbundleofoldclothingmarkingthefarthestpointthattheassaulthadreached.Sordolookedatthisbodyandthen,downthehill,attheothers.

           Theyarebravebutstupidpeople,hethought.Buttheyhavesenseenoughnownottoattackusagainuntiltheplanescome.Unless,ofcourse,theyhaveamortarcoming.Itwouldbeeasywithamortar.Themortarwasthenormalthingandheknewthattheywoulddieassoonasamortarcameup,butwhenhethoughtoftheplanescominguphefeltasnakedonthathilltopasthoughallofhisclothingandevenhisskinhadbeenremoved.ThereisnonakederthingthanIfeel,hethought.Aflayedrabbitisaswellcoveredasabearincomparison.Butwhyshouldtheybringplanes?Theycouldgetusoutofherewithatrenchmortareasily.Theyareproudoftheirplanes,though,andtheywillprobablybringthem.Justastheyweresoproudoftheirautomaticweaponsthattheymadethatstupidness.Butundoubtedlytheymusthavesentforamortar,too.

           Oneofthemenfired.Thenjerkedtheboltandfiredagain,quickly.

           "Savethycartridges,"Sordosaid.

           "Oneofthesonsofthegreatwhoretriedtoreachthatboulder,"themanpointed.

           "Didyouhithim?"Sordoasked,turninghisheadwithdifficulty.

           "Nay,"themansaid.

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