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had retarded their advance. At critical moments of tank shelling they crept forward.
As long as they did not push off from the ground, they remained fairly near to it.
Some of them even tried to exploit the opportunity by hurtling themselves forward,
achieving speeds for which they had not been constructed.
Three combat machines lunged forward in this manner and with surprising
swiftness landed between the flanks of four tanks. The heavy vehicles were
instantly victims of the attacker.
Total loss.
The next move further thwarted the attack. The spearheads divided, then continued
their advance in 6, 8, 12 columns.
This forced the humans to lose precious time spending reinforcements into several
new blocks before they could resume the attack. The robots thus gained over 1000
meters headway in a short period.
"What the devil! Why are you acting so mysterious, Perry?" Bell exploded. "You
must explain to me what your scheme is with Tako! After all, I am Minister of
Defence!"
All eyes automatically turned to Rhodan. His grim expression did not display the
confidence he had still radiated only a few minutes earlier.
"Hey, Perry. Something wrong?"
"They are encircling block J-D 3. And the man I sent Tako to lives there."
They did not all know whom Rhodan meant. Block J-D 3 was large, containing
more than 200 apartments.
* * * *
Ivan Goratschin was sleeping. His left head, which to distinguish it from the right
one bore the name of Ivanovich, had awakened a few seconds earlier. The reflexes
in the limbs saw to it that Ivan soon opened his eyes.
"What's up?"
"Don't you hear anything, Ivan?"
"I always hear something the moment I awaken. But I'd rather not hear anything at
all. And that's why you should have let me sleep."
Ivanovich availed himself of their common right arm in order to scratch himself.
Since both heads had only one body at their disposal, they constantly had to come
to terms about its use. But Ivan Goratschin was used to this since birth. Moreover,
he possessed a peaceful character, so that in most cases the heads agreed.
This time, however, Ivanovich had a different opinion. He considered the noises
very important. So he suddenly raised the hand that had been scratching and before
Ivan knew what was happening, his own fingers were pinching his earlobe.
"You devil! What's that for?"
"You'd better prick up your ears, brother dear. I hear something that isn't good.
And if you fall asleep now, it won't make the bad any better. I think it sounds
dangerous."
"It sounds like war, Ivanovich. It's trampling and thundering out there like rolling
tanks."
"Like shooting tanks," corrected the younger by 3л seconds. "If tanks are rolling,
it's a parade. If tanks are shooting, it's war!"
Ivan Goratschin got out of bed quickly. He ran to the window in his nightclothes
and tried to open it. "Dumbbell," Ivanovich moaned, "windows can't be opened in
Terrania. The air-conditioning provides fresh air."
"I don't consider that progress. You've got to be able to lean out of a proper
window. That shows how impossible these things are, plastered shut. You can't