Terra Nova- the Wars of Liberation by Tom Kratman

Author:Tom Kratman [Kratman, Tom]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Science Fiction, fantasy
ISBN: 9781481484169
Google: XSLdvAEACAAJ
Amazon: 1481484168
Goodreads: 42201614
Publisher: Baen
Published: 2019-08-06T04:00:00+00:00

Thang Pho Xahn

Three Days Later

“Chúa ơi, không!”

“Xin đừng! Anh ta không phải là một tên khủng bố!”

The wails of wives, mothers, and children assaulted his senses, but Alexander pushed them firmly out of his mind as he walked amongst the prone forms of the condemned. He stood in a ditch amongst a dozen dead and dying Cochinese men, his pistol in his hand. Only he and his officers carried out the reprisals. While his men were not at all squeamish about killing, there was little honor in shooting bound, defenseless men. His officers were carrying out their prince’s direct orders and thus had some moral top cover, and he ensured his enlisted men need not touch the task and thus remained unsullied.

The great kings Cetshwayo and Shaka would’ve impaled these men and their families without losing a second of sleep. Alexander knew it and took great pride in the fierceness of his distant ancestors all the same, but they had not believed as he did. Alexander respected the traditions of his people, but his Catholicism was more than window dressing. While Christians throughout history hadn’t shied away from atrocity themselves, the young Zulu prince knew what the teachings of Christ dictated, and this was not it.

And yet, the insurgents were themselves indiscriminate killers and rapists. They predated upon the very people they claimed to be liberating. They had to be stopped and moral platitudes were insufficient to the task.

Already insects were gathering around the corpses and the heat and stench were visibly affecting even his staunchest officers.

An old man with thick gray hair and mustache was at his feet. Looking up at the young Uruhuan prince, gasping, he seemed to be pleading for something. The rifle bullets hadn’t killed him outright.

Leveling his pistol and aiming so as to sever the old man’s brain stem, Alexander squeezed the trigger. The crack of the .45 caliber round carried through the syrupy air. The bullet ripped out the back of the man’s cranial cavity and buried itself into the soft jungle floor.

Heavenly Father, I cannot even pray for forgiveness. I simply pray that this is not in vain.

Holstering his pistol, Alexander turned to his soldiers and motioned for them to bring in the next group of condemned men.

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