Крип / Kryp: Отряд_5.26

Chapter 26

Camrad_RIP 02.12.21 в 18:03

Two thoroughfares converged ahead, and the question was who would get there first. The worst and most likely outcome was that the Twelfth risked getting hit in the side and toppling over at full speed under an enemy battering ram. Jennifer sent Luke back to the first wagon because the metal on the steam locomotive deck was red-hot in some places. The furnace breathed a hell of a lot of heat, spewing out drifts of sparks. The whistle of steam and the roar of fire combined in a low, threatening roar that sounded like it was coming from a living maw.

Camrad_RIP 02.12.21 в 18:35

This is Squad, you bastards!!! You will not gonna get us, heretics! The imperial power is strong! - Yelled the Priest, shaking his fist in the direction of the enemy's armored train. Threw a glance at the banner, fluttering in the icy wind, and took cover under the protection of the armor, sliding the heavy cover over his head.
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Camrad_RIP 03.12.21 в 06:49

"Well..." Kryptman exhaled, squaring his broad and aching shoulders. "Well, that's about it. Barely made it."

Camrad_RIP 03.12.21 в 07:26

"Will it work?" Judging by the tone of the Wretched Man, he had his doubts.

Camrad_RIP 03.12.21 в 09:08

While Fidus was thinking of what to say, the novice crossed himself with an aquila and answered himself:

Camrad_RIP 03.12.21 в 09:10

"Well, if not, it's too late to change anything."

Camrad_RIP 03.12.21 в 09:13

"Two minutes," Wackrufmann's voice said loudly and impassively over the intercom. "Get ready. They're squeezing everything they can out of the locomotive."

Camrad_RIP 03.12.21 в 09:15

The siren of the sixty-fourth now sounded incessant, penetrating even through the armor.

Camrad_RIP 03.12.21 в 09:16

"They'll poison the whole neighborhood with radioactive emissions," Crybaby said, pulling his head mechanically into the sloping shoulders that were hidden under the skeins of his scarf. "If 'all they can,' it means they've ripped the seals and filters. Uh-oh... What's going to happen..."

Camrad_RIP 03.12.21 в 09:17

"Three thousand and two hundred meters to the connection point," the loudspeakers boomed. "One minute fifty. One minute forty-nine..."

Camrad_RIP 03.12.21 в 09:19

"Okay, I'm in position," concluded Crybaby.

Camrad_RIP 03.12.21 в 09:20

In the 'normal' squad wagon, Demetrius strained to roll the armor panel along the rails. The Driver pedaled, controlling the whirring actuators. The 'Chimera' automatic cannon smelled of oil, ammonia, and gunpowder. The tank shuddered and rumbled viciously when idling as if the spirit enclosed in the old hull had been filled with furious rage. The steam engine roared again, and, to echo it, the tank engine rumbled low.

Camrad_RIP 03.12.21 в 09:21

A cold torrent rushed in, swirling scraps of paper, bits of stripped wire insulation, and the seals Fidus had ripped from the weapon cabinets and chemical containers. Demetrius almost tripped over a bundle of cables thrown right on the iron floor. The orderly felt keen that he had forgotten to put on his hat, thick gloves, and to pull his scarf up higher. The wind bit his ears with cold fangs, blew on his wet face so that frozen droplets of moisture hung on his eyelashes. One good thing was that the icy breeze cooled the burning of Olga's hand on his cheek. Although Demetrius was cold and painful and very frightened, the orderly could not refrain from smiling happily. He had managed, and several good things at once - he had helped the Emperor's lamb, he had saved his soul, and he had kept under control the Light that God had rewarded the unworthy servant. It means that life has already succeeded in some way.

Camrad_RIP 03.12.21 в 09:36

"Done!" shouted the medic, more to himself, because the tankman didn't hear him anyway, and he probably saw the open doorway himself.

Camrad_RIP 03.12.21 в 09:47

"One minute twelve. One minute eleven," Jennifer counted nonchalantly, "One minute ten. One minute nine..."

Camrad_RIP 03.12.21 в 09:49

"Use one box," Bertha ordered over the intercom. "Aim for the locomotive. Yes!" the Mentor barked, anticipating the inevitable comment, "I know it's armored! But try it."

Camrad_RIP 03.12.21 в 09:50

"Yeah," Driver muttered under his breath. "I'll get it through the lenses and kill them all with one ricochet."

Camrad_RIP 03.12.21 в 09:51

"What!?"

Camrad_RIP 02.12.21 в 20:29

"Mam, yes, mam!" The gunner reported but thought to himself that it was all a waste of ammunition. The "Sixty-fourth" was going on a catching-up course, moreover at an angle, which meant that it was only possible to bombard the frontal projection of the locomotive, which was a ram itself, and was designed to take out even a titan if it tried to block the mainline. And the shells will come to the wagons at such an angle, that the ricochet is ensured even without taking into account the armor. But an order is an order. Besides, at least someone will be shot, look how much heretical filth has crawled out.

Camrad_RIP 03.12.21 в 10:08

"That's better!" cut off the mentor, aka the acting commandant."
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Camrad_RIP 03.12.21 в 10:09

The drives buzzed, and the turret swung to the left. The automatic gun's barrel, which looked short and thin against the massive hull, moved up and down. The piercing wind howled, the locomotive roared, the siren of the enemy train shrilled. Demetrius thought he was about to go deaf. A red-gold plume of sparks from the locomotive stack settled behind the retracted panel, like a veritable rain of fire and God's wrath.

Camrad_RIP 03.12.21 в 10:11

It's getting sunny, the medic thought inappropriately. Another fifteen minutes, and the faint morning sun would illuminate the battlefield. Or the grave. The enemy armored train was very close and approaching, Demetrius thought, his shadow must be reaching...

Camrad_RIP 03.12.21 в 11:35

"Fifty-nine seconds. Fifty-eight..."

Camrad_RIP 03.12.21 в 11:35

Where does the shadow come from?

Camrad_RIP 03.12.21 в 11:43

Before the young man could comprehend the tricks of the wondrous light emanating from the heretical train, the Driver opened fire, and Demetrius was truly deafened. A sheaf of fire a meter long, maybe more, burst from the black barrel. The tracers merged into a steady stream of bright yellow that began to literally shower the gray hulk of the enemy locomotive. The killing shells bounced across the armor like harmless sparks, leaving almost imperceptible pockmarks, knocking the paint off. The 'Sixty-four's front searchlight shattered, its bright beam extinguished, but the siren wailed louder as if the enemy machine was howling with rage. The 'Twelfth' steam engine roared menacingly in echo, so much so that even the carriage axles vibrated heavily.

Camrad_RIP 03.12.21 в 11:46

The whole box lasted nine seconds, maybe a little longer, but those moments seemed endless to Demetrius. The barrel of the Chimera glowed red, smoke billowed toward the low ceiling, where the wind picked it up and dragged it out. His ears rang, the noise ceased, and the orderly felt as if sealed in a glass vessel. Everything seemed detached and distant. Demetrius didn't immediately notice that Driver was peering out of the hatch, waving his elbow-length leather-gloved hands around frantically.

Camrad_RIP 03.12.21 в 12:12

"What?" Demetrius asked.

Camrad_RIP 03.12.21 в 12:24

The temple, where the psychonautical needle was, hurt very badly.

Camrad_RIP 03.12.21 в 12:24

The Driver waved his hands funny and moved his lips mutely.

Camrad_RIP 03.12.21 в 12:25

"I can't hear," Demetrius said, or maybe he meant to say, at any rate, the young man didn't hear a sound.

Camrad_RIP 03.12.21 в 12:32

Frantically cursing, the tank driver pulled himself out of the hatch and rushed to close the armor panel.

Camrad_RIP 03.12.21 в 12:35

"Idiot, who's not wearing earmuffs under the barrel!" he shouted, pushing the concussed medic away. Demetrius smiled stupidly, wiping the blood that trickled from his ears to his collar.

Camrad_RIP 03.12.21 в 12:36

"Thirty-three, thirty-two," the tech-priestess counted mechanically, and Driver thought that the seconds had never stretched so slowly and simultaneously rushed with such speed when one moment easily accommodates a series of entertaining events.

Camrad_RIP 03.12.21 в 14:55

The shafts of snow that were being blasted by the two trains merged, and a muddy white wall of prickly swirls and sharp snowflakes rose between the trains. The Driver strained his muscles, shifting the metal sheet, feeling the rollers slide on the rails, crushing lumps of frozen snow. A black shadow silently darted away from the enemy train in a long leap, missed it, disappeared amidst the storms of overstuffed snow.

Camrad_RIP 03.12.21 в 15:08

"Twenty-five..."

Camrad_RIP 03.12.21 в 15:08

Finally the armored panel above human height with an audible clang hit the end of the frame, the driver threw a bolt lock, grabbed Demetrius by the scruff and dragged him to 'Chimera', however, knowing that already has no time.

Camrad_RIP 03.12.21 в 15:10

A blazing sunrise slid across the invisible horizon like a scarlet razor blade. Ahead, a grim glow of purple and dark yellow lit up the fires in the suburbs. There, among the fire and smoke, was a sinister movement, a manifestation of life, something seemed to be exploding and glittering with lasers, but there was neither the desire nor the time to think about it now.

Camrad_RIP 03.12.21 в 15:31

"Why aren't they shooting at us," Bertha muttered, leaning over the operating table, where a separate map of the southwest suburbs was placed.

Camrad_RIP 03.12.21 в 15:32

Barely audible through the armor, the sound of a long cannon round cut off. The Mentor experienced an acute sense of her inferiority. She had a real fighting unit under her command, but she had little idea what to do with the Emperor's gift. Experience, damn it... experience and education, were woefully lacking. She had to listen carefully to Fidus, who was not a military man but had received extensive training, including the basics of tactics. In the course of investigations, inquisitors had often to take command over militarized units.

Camrad_RIP 03.12.21 в 15:35

"Because they are heretics," the Priest suggested solidly, rubbing his frozen nose. "Is everything ready?"

Camrad_RIP 03.12.21 в 15:35

Kryptman nodded silently, leaning over something resembling a cash register, assembled with a sledgehammer from a toolbox and wire. He twisted something and handed it to the Wretched Man, who straightened silently, almost at attention, and clutched at the object like a gilded skull of an imperial saint.

Camrad_RIP 03.12.21 в 16:09

"Well..." said Bertha and realized that she did not know how to continue. "Everyone seems to be in position..."

Camrad_RIP 03.12.21 в 16:10

She quickly went over in her mind the location of the rest of the company. Yes, everyone seems to be where they should be, and everyone is ready. All that remained was to make the assembled structure work.

Camrad_RIP 03.12.21 в 18:01

"Twenty. Nineteen..."

Camrad_RIP 03.12.21 в 18:02

"Get the periscopes ready!" commanded Fidus, remembering just in time. "If we get through, we'll need an overview."

Camrad_RIP 03.12.21 в 18:02

The Priest looked through the triplex. The 'Sixty-fourth' was catching up fast, and in the monk's view, a blow to the side was inevitable. But if Wakrufmann thought there was a chance, then there was, the cogs could count. If the torn head wasn't wrong. If she didn't lie. Or...

Camrad_RIP 03.12.21 в 18:03

The monk squinted his eyes, so as not to defile his eyes and soul by the contemplation of the unworthy, the forbidden. Even so, the sight filled him with fear and disgust, but at the same time inexplicably attracted him. Too much light, tenderly lilac, soft, with caramel hues that you want to taste. It looks like ice cream on the cream of sea cow, a treat given to children only on big holidays, because the milk goes entirely to the army supply, satiating the Emperor's warriors. The priest could probably recall exactly all the episodes when he tasted the marvelous ice cream. It had exactly the same color, with a slight gloss, and if you touched it with your tongue...

Camrad_RIP 03.12.21 в 18:05

The monk slammed his fist into the flap in a rage, bloodying his knuckles to get rid of the haze.

Camrad_RIP 03.12.21 в 18:08

"Don't look, don't look!" he shouted. "It's evil poison!!!"

Camrad_RIP 03.12.21 в 18:09