Ice Guard(科幻战争)-第16部分

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The　lake；　he　had　been　told；　was　a　kilometre　across；　but　it　took　his　squad　almost　half　an　hour　to
reach　the　halfway　point。　By　then；　he　could　see　the　far　bank；　a　black　mass　in　the　gathering　gloom。
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And　it　was　shortly　after　that；　when　the　Ice　Warriors　were　at　their　most　exposed；　their　most
vulnerable；　that　the　first　shot　rang　out。
“Sniper！”　yelled　Palinev　as　a　section；　of　the　ice　exploded　a　few　metres　to　his　right。
Steele　replayed　the　last　second　in　his　mind；　and　found　that　his　bionic　eye　had　picked　up
something　that　he　hadn’t　noticed　at　the　time：　a　muzzle　flash；　coming　from　the　dark；　rounded　shape
of　a　hill　to　the　north…east。　He　relayed　this　information　to　the　others；　and　tried　to　zoom　in　on　the　spot
in　question。
His　eye’s　Heads…Up　Display　flagged　up　the　outline　of　a　man’s　head　and　shoulders；　and　identified
the　weapon　he　was　holding：　a　long…las。
Fortunately；　the　sniper　wasn’t　a　very　good　shot；　at　least　not　at　this　range。　Unfortunately；　he
didn’t　have　to　hit　the　Ice　Warriors；　not　when　he　could　shoot　the　ground　out　from　beneath　them。　Two
more　beams　punched　through　the　ice；　and　blew　up　jets　of　water。　The　Ice　Warriors　returned　fire；
dropping　into　defensive　crouches　in　the　absence　of　cover　to　minimise　their　profiles。　Their　own
lasguns；　Palinev’s　excepted；　didn’t　have　the　range　of　the　long…las　—　even　if　they　hit　their　target；　it
would　be　with　half…strength　beams。　Still；　they　could　encourage　the　sniper　to　keep　his　head　down。
Palinev　looked　surprised　when　Steele　came　up　behind　him　and　snatched　his　long…las　from　his
hands。　“No　offence；　trooper；”　he　muttered；　“I　just　think　my　aim　might　be　a　little　better　than　yours。”
Gavotski　saw　what　Steele　was　doing；　and　ordered　the　rest　of　the　squad　to　withdraw；　to　keep　up　the
covering　fire　but　to　make　for　the　far　side　of　the　lake　as　they　did　so　—　and　to　sacrifice　caution　now
for　speed。
Steele　was　trying　to　focus　on　the　sniper　again　when　another　beam　hit　the　ice　directly　in　front　of
him；　and　the　ensuing　eruption　threw　him　off　his　feet。
He　landed　heavily　on　his　back　and　was　winded；　almost　dropping　his　weapon。　The　frozen　surface
beneath　him　cracked；　and　for　an　instant　Steele　thought　he　might　crash　right　through　it。　His　relief
when　this　didn’t　happen　was　short…lived。　The　twin　impacts　of　las…beam　and　Ice　Warrior　had　begun　a
chain　reaction　in　the　ice；　and　he　could　hear　the　fault　lines　widening　and　spreading。
And　then　the　rest　of　his　squad　saw　it　too；　as　great　fissures　began　to　appear　around　Steele；　and
met　to　carve　out　little　floating　ice　islands。
He　couldn’t　stand。　His　weight　was　only　supported　because　it　was　evenly　distributed；　and　this
wouldn’t　help　him　for　much　longer。　His　comrades　couldn’t　reach　him　without　sharing　his　fate；　and
they　had　their　own　problems　anyway。
Unable　to　save　himself；　Steele　did　the　only　thing　he　could　to　save　them。
He　shouldered　the　long…las；　lifted　his　head；　and　willed　his　bionic　eye　to　work　for　him。　He　smiled
as　his　HUD　locked　onto　the　distant　sniper；　and　he　squeezed　the　trigger　and　felt　the　recoil　of　his
weapon　driving　him　down；　down；　down…
There　were　some　things　in　life；　Steele　thought；　that　it　was　best　not　to　know。
He　didn’t　need　to　know　the　exact　temperature　of　the　freezing　water　into　which　he　had　been
plunged；　nor　the　combined　weight　of　the　armoured　greatcoat　and　the　packed　rucksack　that　were
dragging　him　towards　the　lake　bed。　He　would　rather　not　have　been　able　to　hear　the　ice　re…forming
above　him；　sealing　him　in　this　flooded　tomb。
And　yet　still　his　augmetics　insisted　on　seeking　out　such　information；　presenting　it　to　him　as　if　he
might　draw　some　useful　conclusion　from　it；　as　if　he　didn’t　already　know　what　the　only　conclusion
could　be。
Any　other　man　would　have　been　blissfully　insensate　by　now；　his　brain　numbed　by　the　cold。　Any
other　man　would　have　been　at　peace。　Not　Steele。
His　head　was　awhirl　with　numbers。　They　filled　it　to　bursting　point；　demanded　his　attention；
demanded　that　he　must　know　everything；　every　tiny　detail　of　his　impending　fate。　And；　above　it　all；
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that　damned　internal　chrono　was　pounding　at　his　temples；　counting　down　to　a　new；　more　imminent；
deadline　now…
…ticking　off　the　few　remaining　seconds　of　Colonel　Steele’s　life…
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CHAPTER　EIGHT
Time　to　Destruction　of　Cressida：　35。14。56
Gavotski’s　first　impulse；　as　Steele　fell　through　the　ice；　was　to　dive　in　after　him。　Holding　himself
back　was　the　hardest　thing　he　had　ever　had　to　do；　but　he　could　not　have　survived　immersion　in　the
freezing　lake。　The　only　thing　he　could　do　for　the　colonel　no；　and
bring　honour　to　Steele’s　name　by　ensuring　the　completion　of　his　final　mission。
After　all　the　noise　and　the　frenzy　of　the　past　few　seconds；　the　silence　that　fell　now　felt　unnatural；
dreadful。　It　seemed　that　Steele’s　dying　shot　had　struck　true；　because　the　sniper　fire　from　the　hill　had
ceased　—　but　no　one　was　thinking　about　that　now。　The　Ice　Warriors　were　standing；　gaping　at　the
jagged　ice　hole　that　had　swallowed　their　leader。　A　hole　that　was　rapidly　frosting　over　again；
resealing；　until　there　was　no　trace　that　it；　or　Steele；　had　ever　been　there。
They　were　well…used　to　death；　these　soldiers。　They　had　lived　in　its　shadow　all　their　lives；　knew　it
could　strike　at　any　moment　and　from　any　quarter。　But　Colonel　Steele　had　seemed　like　the　strongest
of　them；　somehow　the　least　mortal；　and　his　passing　was　a　shock　to　them　all。
“Everyone；　get　back！”　growled　Barreski　—　and　his　flamer　flared；　and　melted　a　fresh　hole　in　the
ice；　making　the　water　beneath　it　steam。　If　Steele　was　somehow　still　conscious　down　there；　trying　to
surface；　then　he　had　another　chance；　a　few　more　seconds；　in　which　he　could　do　so　—　and　as　unlikely
as　it　seemed；　the　Ice　Warriors　clung　to　that　hope；　staring；　waiting；　hoping…
…until；　to　Gavotski’s　astonishment；　a　gloved　hand　broke　the　surface；　fumbling；　reaching；
flailing；　finding　purchase　—　and　Colonel　Stanislev　Steele　hauled　himself　up；　losing　strength
halfway；　collapsing　face　down　with　his　legs　still　dangling　in　the　water。　Everyone　started　forward　at
once；　but　Gavotski　threw　up　a　warning　hand；　and　beckoned　only　Palinev　to　follow　him　onto　the
weakened　ice　where　the　colonel　lay。　They　gripped　Steele　under　his　shoulders；　dragged　him　clear　of
the　danger　area；　and　brought　him　back　to　the　others。　His　skin　had　a　pale　blue　tint。
It　was　Anakora　who　noticed　that　he　wasn’t　breathing。
Gavotski　knelt　by　Steele’s　side；　blew　air　into　his　lungs　and　gave　him　chest　compressions　until　he
jerked　back　to　life。　Steele　sat　bolt　upright；　so　suddenly　that　it　made　everyone　jump；　and　he　spat
water　from　his　mouth。　His　head　turned　as　he　surveyed　the　concerned　faces　of　the　comrades　gathered
around　him。　This　close　up；　Gavotski　could　see　the　lenses　tilting　and　turning　in　Steele’s　bionic　right
eye。　The　left　eye；　Steele’s　real　eye；　was　open　but　dead；　staring　blankly。
“How　is　he　alive？”　breathed　Blonsky。
“He　shouldn’t　be；”　said　Gavotski。　“His　brain　should　have　shut　down　in　that　water。　I　think　some
parts　of　it　did；　but…　but　the　colonel’s　brain　isn’t　entirely　organic。”
Barreski　grinned；　and　nudged　Borscz　in　the　ribs　“You　see？　His　augmetics；　the　machines　in　his
head；　they　have　saved　his　life！”
Steele’s　eyes；　both　of　them；　rolled　back　into　their　sockets。　Gavotski　caught　his　head　before　it
could　fall；　and　lowered　him　down　gently。　“We　must　dry　him　off；”　said　Anakora；　“and　take　him
someplace　warm。”
“Look　around　you；”　said　Mikhaelev。　“There　is　no　such　place。”　However；　he　joined　the　other　Ice
Warriors　in　searching　his　rucksack；　finding　spare　items　of　clothing。　In　fact；　as　the　trooper　with　the
closest　build　to　Steele’s；　he　donated　his　greatcoat；　swapping　it　for　the　colonel’s　sodden　one。
Other　than　that；　there　was　little　anyone　could　do。
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“The　colonel　will　be　OK；”　said　Gavotski；　as　much　to　convince　himself　as　to　raise　the　troopers’
morale。　“He　was　only　in　the　water　for　a　couple　of　minutes；　and　I’ve　seen　people　survive　after　ten
times　that　long。　He’ll　wake　up　when　he’s　ready。”
There　were　voices　coming　from　the　far　side　of　the　rise。
Palinev　dropped　onto　his　stomach；　scrambling　the　rest　of　the　way　up　on　his　elbows。　Cautiously；
he　raised　his　head　—　and　his　heart　leapt　into　his　throat。
The　night　had　well　and　truly　fallen；　over　an　hour　ago。　There　was　no　moon　in　the　sky；　and　few
stars。　Even　Palinev　could　barely　see　his　hand　in　front　of　his　face。　Still；　Gavotski　had　insisted　they
press　on。　It　was　what　Steele　would　have　wanted。
Gavotski　had　asked　his　troopers　to　carry　the　colonel　two　at　a　time；　in　shifts。　Instead；　Borscz　had
volunteered　to　do　the　job　alone。　He　had　slung　Steele’s　unconscious　body　across　his　shoulders　and
hefted　him　with　apparent　ease。
And　now　they　had　reached　their　goal　at　last。
At　least；　their　scout　had　reached　it。　The　ship　lay　beneath　him：　an　Aquila　lander；　its　red　wings
proudly　unfurled　like　those　of　the　two…headed　Imperial　eagle　after　which　it　had　been　designed　and
named。　But　this　eagle’s　back　was　broken；　its　legs　buckled。　It　sagged　in　the　middle；　listing　to　one
side；　and　it　took　Palinev　a　minute　to　locate　its　detached　and　half…buried　tail　fin　through　his　field
goggles。
This；　then；　was　the　ship　in　which　Confessor　Wollkenden　had　been　travelling；　the　ship　that　had
been　shot　down；