"J. Robert King - Invasion Cycle 02 - Planeshift" - читать интересную книгу автора (King Robert J)

blackened everything. Domes lay cracked like eggshells.
Columns pointed accusing fingers at the sky. Phyrexian
armies were marshaled across the fields. Once the angel
Selenia had kept evil from this place. That was before
Crovax stole her away. Now, the angel, the plantation, and
Crovax himself belonged to Yawgmoth. The plantation
had become a Phyrexian staging ground.
"Target the guns first!" Gerrard ordered, folding his
captain's glass and bringing his cannon to bear, "then the
ammunitions depot, then the command center, then the
individual soldiers."
"Aye," answered Tahngarth and the other gunners.
"Sisay, bring us in at the treetops, fast and low. Strafe
the damned bugs."
"I think you enjoy this too much," Sisay replied, adding
a belated, "Commander."
Weatherlight flew down a marshy hollow. Fronds
slapped the belly of the ship. Weatherlight's roar bounced
from water and wood.
"Even with bats' ears and flies' eyes, they won't be able
to tell where we are," Gerrard assured himself.
His hands were sweaty on the fire controls. Fear
prickled the hairs on the back of his neck. There was
something not right about this. He'd made a
miscalculationтАФwas thinking too much like a human, not
a monster. Gerrard flicked a glance over one shoulder to
Tahngarth. The bull-man returned his gaze, eyes rimmed
with uncertainty. He sensed it too.


23
 Planeshift

Clenching his jaw, Gerrard faced forward. "All right,
just watch for the guns. Take out the guns, and we'll be
fine."
Weatherlight flew from the wetlands and up the rising
fields where Crovax's family had once planted their crops.
A darker crop rose nowтАФcountless Phyrexians encamped
for war. They were arrayed in orderly file, toy soldiers on a
brown carpet. In the center of the army, a column of beasts
marchedтАФnot toward battle but toward the plantation
house.
"Hold your fire!" Gerrard called. "Watch for the guns!"
Though Weatherlight roared above the Phyrexians,
none looked upward.
The ship topped the long rise and reached the broad
tablelands where the ruins rested. Rampant vines draped
palm and cypressтАФplenty of cover to hide bombards. No
guns fired, though. In the central lane leading to the