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'Loader　alpha　ready！'　came　the　shout　from　below。
'Up！'　answered　the　breechman。
Chu　smiled。　Their　first　shell　hadn't　even　impacted　yet　and　they　were　ready　to　fire　again。　He　and　his　crew　had　trained　hard　for　just
this　kind　of　fight　and　now　that　training　was　paying　off。
He　centred　the　aiming　reticle　on　a　smoking　track　with　scores　of　men　milling　in　confusion　around　it　and　pressed　the　firing　stud
again。
EVEN　OVER　THE　screaming　and　confusion；　Larana　Utorian　could　hear　the　shriek　of　the　incoming　shell　and　recognised　it　for　what　it
was。　She　hurled　herself　flat；　screaming　as　her　arms　jarred　on　the　hard　earth。　The　ground　whipped　upwards；　tossing　her　through　the
air　as　the　first　Basilisk　shell　impacted；　blasting　a　crater　fifteen　metres　across　and　obliterating　a　dozen　men　in　an　instant。　Shrieks
sounded　as　further　shells　struck　the　ground　with　thunderous　hammer　blows。　Huge　chunks　of　rock　and　dust　were　blasted　skyward
as　the　first　volley　hit。　Larana　slammed　back　to　the　ground；　the　impact　driving　the　breath　from　her　lungs。　She　rolled　over；　across
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the　lip　of　a　crater；　and　flopped　to　its　smoking　base。
Scraps　of　flesh　and　bone　spattered　the　interior　surface　of　the　crater；　the　stench　of　scorched　human　meat　and　burning　propellant
filling　her　nostrils。　Another　prisoner　sheltered　in　the　crater。　His　mouth　was　open；　stretched　wide　as　he　screamed　in　terror；　but
Larana　could　not　hear　him；　her　skull　filled　with　an　all…encompassing　ringing。
She　felt　wetness　seep　from　her　ears。
The　man　sheltering　in　the　crater　stumbled　over　to　her；　his　mouth　working　soundlessly　up　and　down；　but　Larana　ignored　him；
crawling　to　the　lip　of　the　crater；　clutching　her　lasgun　like　some　kind　of　protective　talisman。　The　man　was　insistent　though　and
clawed　at　her　uniform。　Larana　pushed　him　away；　shouting　something　incoherent　over　the　whoosh　of　displaced　air　as　another
volley　of　shells　screamed　in。　The　man　rolled　into　a　foetal　ball；　rocking　back　and　forth　in　terror。
Larana　buried　her　head　in　the　ground　as　she　felt　the　awful　vibrations　of　the　shell　impacts　hammer　the　ground。　With　her　good　arm
she　clutched　the　soil。　Dust　filled　her　mouth　and　the　Shockwaves　from　the　explosions　threatened　to　pulp　her　bones　to　jelly。
She　knew　she　couldn't　stay　here。　She　had　to　get　back。　But　which　direction　to　go？　One　place　was　as　likely　to　take　a　hit　as　another
and　the　smoke　and　disorientation　had　made　a　mockery　of　her　sense　of　direction。
She　scrambled　to　the　weeping　man　at　the　crater's　base；　and　dragged　him　by　the　collar　towards　the　rear　edge　of　the　crater。
'Come　on！　We　have　to　get　back！'　she　yelled。
The　man　shook　his　head；　fighting　Larana's　grip　with　the　strength　of　a　madman　and　pulling　free　of　her　grasp。
'You'll　die　if　you　stay　here！'　she　shouted。　The　man　shook　his　head　and　Larana　was　unsure　whether　he'd　even　heard　her　or　she'd
made　any　kind　of　sense。　She'd　tried　her　best；　but　if　the　idiot　didn't　want　to　move；　there　was　nothing　she　could　do　to　make　him。　She
dropped　flat　as　another　thunderous　detonation　rocked　the　ground；　the　impact　throwing　her　from　the　crater。
She　landed　on　something　soft　and　yielding；　and　rolled　clear　with　a　terrified　cry　as　she　saw　that　she　was　lying　on　shredded　flesh
and　mangled　limbs。　Shapes　ran　through　the　smoke；　but　where　they　were　going　or　who　they　were；　she　couldn't　tell。　She　could　see
nothing　more　than　a　few　metres　away；　the　drifting　smoke　and　dust　rendering　everything　beyond　invisible。
A　smoking　wreck　lay　on　its　side；　belching　black　clouds　just　at　the　edge　of　her　vision　and　she　began　crawling　towards　it　over　tornopen
corpses　and　crying　men　with　no　legs　or　arms。　One　man　was　on　his　knees；　vainly　trying　to　gather　up　his　looped　entrails　and
push　them　back　into　his　raptured　belly。　Another　stuffed　his　severed　arm　into　his　jacket；　beside　a　man　vomiting　thick　ropes　of　red
gore。　Each　few　paces　brought　fresh　horrors　and　Larana　wept　as　the　ground　continued　to　shake　as　though　in　the　grip　of　the　most
violent　of　earthquakes。
She　reached　the　blazing　track；　weeping　and　laughing　hysterically　at　this　small　victory。　A　blackened　corpse　lay　under　the　shattered
cab　of　the　vehicle；　severed　through　the　torso　by　the　track's　fall。　Larana　could　see　the　corpse　wore　the　crimson　overalls　of　their
captors　and　felt　a　burning　hatred　light　in　her　belly。　She　snarled　in　fear　and　anger；　pounding　her　rifle　butt　against　the　corpse's　skull；
smashing　it　to　destruction；　fresh　sobs　bursting　from　her　lips　with　every　blow。　She　threw　aside　the　bloody　weapon　and　took　what
shelter　she　could　from　the　burning　truck。　Tyre　tracks　from　the　vehicle　led　back　through　the　smoke　towards　the　place　where　…
presumably　…　this　insane　venture　had　begun。　Taking　a　deep　breath　she　waited　until　another　barrage　of　shells　landed。
Knowing　that　there　was　no　way　she　could　survive；　but　unwilling　to　give　up；　Larana　Utorian　set　off　to　find　a　way　out　of　this　hell。
ACRID　PROPELLANT　FILLED　Kane　bastion；　but　Dervlan　Chu　was　exultant　despite　the　sting　in　his　eyes　and　the　ringing　in　his　ears。
The　attack　had　been　stopped　in　its　tracks　before　it　had　covered　even　half　the　distance　to　the　Christo。　They　had　comprehensively
bracketed　the　enemy　force　within　their　fire　zones　and　put　their　entire　load　on　target。　He　knew　for　a　fact　that　his　crew　had　laid　more
shells　on　target　and　in　a　faster　time　than　Jephen；　and　looked　forward　to　receiving　his　bottle　of　amasec　in　the　mess　hall　tonight。
Night　was　drawing　in　and　drifting　smoke　obscured　much　of　the　shattered　battle　line　of　what　had　once　been　hundreds　of　vehicles。
Major　Tedeski　had　called　a　halt　to　the　barrage　until　the　smoke　cleared；　unwilling　to　waste　ordnance　on　a　foe　that　was　already
destroyed。
He　sat　back　on　the　railings　of　the　gun　platform　and　pulled　out　a　silver　case　of　cheroots；　lighting　one　and　tossing　the　case　down　to
his　loader　and　breechman。
'Well　done；　men；　I　think　we　managed　to　put　a　sizeable　dent　in　the　foe　this　time。'
His　crew　smiled；　teeth　gleaming　in　their　soot…stained　faces　as　he　said；　'When　I　get　that　bottle　of　amasec　from　Jephen；　I'll　be　sure　to
share　it　with　you。'
He　took　a　satisfied　draw　on　his　cheroot；　and　took　another　look　through　the　gunsight　of　the　Basilisk。　The　smoke　was　clearing　and
his　professional　eye　was　pleased　with　the　utter　destruction　he　saw。　Hundreds　of　burning　wrecks　littered　the　ground；　flames　licking
skyward　as　they　and　their　traitorous　passengers　burned。　Their　fire　zones　were　cratered　wastelands；　the　ground　churned
unrecognisably　by　the　sheer　power　and　fury　of　the　barrage。
As　he　swivelled　the　gunsight　around；　he　saw　that　the　guns　mounted　in　Mars　bastion　had　been　equally　thorough。　The　guns　of　the
Dragon　bastion　covered　the　southern　approaches　to　the　Christo；　and　Chu　could　well　imagine　the　frustration　of　its　commander　that
the　gunners　in　the　Kane　and　Mars　bastions　had　got　the　glory　of　the　first　kills。
Chu　returned　the　gunsight　to　his　own　fire　zone。　The　wind　was　beginning　to　clear　the　smoke　more　rapidly　and　he　could　make　out
shapes　moving　in　the　dusk。　Chu　was　surprised　there　was　anything　left　alive　down　there。　He　switched　up　a　level　of　magnification
as　the　smoke　cleared　still　further　and　saw　more　vehicles　through　the　haze：　the　armoured　personnel　carriers　that　he　had　briefly
glimpsed　just　prior　to　the　commencement　of　the　barrage。
He　pressed　the　range　finder　button　on　the　armament　panel　and　cursed　as　he　realised　the　APCs　and　the　warriors　standing　before
them　were　some　hundred　metres　beyond　the　maximum　range　of　his　gun。　A　handful　of　stumbling　shapes　crawled　or　walked
towards　the　warriors。　As　he　increased　the　magnification　another　level；　Chu　was　suddenly　sick　to　the　pit　of　his　stomach　as　he　saw
the　stained　uniforms　their　targets　were　wearing。
Dust　covered　and　bloodstained；　but　unmistakably　the　sky　blue　of　the　383rd　Jouran　Dragoons。　Horrified；　he　spun　the　gunsight　back
to　the　cratered　desolation　his　gun　had　helped　to　create；　moaning　as　he　saw　more　and　more　familiar　uniforms　scattered　across　the
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ground；　lifeless　and　broken。
Chu　felt　his　gorge　rise　as　he　realised　what　they　had　just　done。　The　thought　of　winning　a　bottle　of　amasec　from　this　slaughter　made
him　want　to　weep。
HONSOU　WAS　PLEASED。　He　had　watched　the　barrage　from　the　hilltop　fort　with　calm　detachm