Philip E. High by No Truce;Terra

Author:No Truce;Terra
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2011-09-04T22:24:28+00:00

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ON ANOTHER beach in another world, a jet torpedo boat grated on the shingle and stopped.

Dyson looked at the desolate sand and shivered slightly.

"Excuse me, sir." A tall commando Captain with a lean saturnine face saluted politely. "Thought I'd better brief you on this additional equipment." He opened a small pack. "This is a nasal mask, covers the mouth and nose. At the moment we're up-wind so you may not need it, but should it veer you'll have to put it on in a hurry. The air over occupied territory is thick with a land of metallic midge, you see. If you breathe too many it causes a land of racing tuberculosis and you're dead in twelve hours." He paused and grinned mirthlessly. "Doesn't help much militarily either, the R.A.F. can't mount a low level air strike. Anything below seven thousand feet is suicide; intakes become choked, bearings over-heat and the kite usually crashes. If the pilot is lucky enough to get back, his ship is usually a write-off anyway."

Peel came forward. He was a stringy little man with a prédominent adams apple and a straggly but aggressive black beard. "Mass bombing?"

The captain shrugged. "You blow a lot of big holes and within an hour they're recovered with this alleged vegetation. It's not like trying to clobber an army, you see. It's a kind of guerilla affair. We're trying to hold fixed lines against a number of almost invulnerable armored vehicles or, if you prefer the theory, armored creatures all of which operate inde

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