"(novel) (ebook) - Perry Rhodan 0031 - (3c) Robot Threat New York" - читать интересную книгу автора (Perry Rhodan)

At that instant concrete dust sprayed the observation window. The tone of
screeching generators revealed that they had been driven to maximum output
within seconds.
"All energy to the screen," Cary shouted. "Stop shooting!"
The attack was left to Ivan alone. He made every effort and had isolated success
but the robots were still too far away for him to eliminate them in one blow.
"If they notice that there is a critical distance for the 'igniter' we are doomed!"
"Helicopters!" groaned the sergeant in the driver's seat. It no longer sounded very
hopeful. The telepicture revealed at that moment that the neighbouring tank was no
longer producing energy. It had been hit. The mutual screen was now only half as
strong.
"This is the end!" the Lieutenant insisted. "Come on! Let's get out!"
"Detachment stay back!" Kakuta shouted. "Just don't lose your head, Cary! What
do you think will happen to you if you run across the street now? -Sergeant, try
reverse!"
He obeyed but they simply did not move one centimetre nor was it possible to
shoot their way free with their own energy artillery. The rubble that had to be
cleared was lying in the corner they could not reach.
"Alright then, protective screen at full energy, Lieutenant. That is our last chance.
And you, Ivan, hurry, please!"
Ivan and Ivanovich answered with a groan. In the enemy line 3. 4. 5 specimens
blew to bits.
"Good, Goratschin! Well done, Goratschin! But more, still more, Ivan Ivanovich!
We'll soon be under fire ourselves. Those fellows have only let loose a couple of
stray shots up till now. When they start concentrating everything on our few square
meters, we won't have a chance to think."
The humming of the screen generator climbed higher, losing itself in the highest
treble pitch no longer audible to the human ear.
Warmth, heat!
Sweat in their eyes!
Was it their imagination or had the energy screen given out?
"Ivan! Good going. But more, much more! There are more than 100 of them."
Kakuta tore open his shirt collar to get more air. His instinct was urging him to a
telejump, by which he could have saved himself. But he had to stay with
Goratschin. He was responsible for him.
Then the robots began a general assault.
* * * *
"Bombs away!" Rhodan ordered.
Six demolition bombs fell, seemingly from nowhere, detonating in the
concentrated phalanx of combat robots, sending them crashing into each other.
The energy screen protected them from flying fragments but the air pressure tore
them off their feet. That was the moment for Anne Sloane and the gravity absorber.
Rendered invisible by her Arkonide suit, the telekinetic expert had dipped almost
to the ground and was hovering between the roofs of two houses. With one single
thought she encompassed a group of 20 robots and pushed them upwards.
At a height of 80 meters she withdrew her kinetic power and let her victims plunge
to the ground. The impact made the robots into worthless scrap.
Onward! Repeat that again.
Anne Sloane was left to her own devices in that street, for they had to ward off
three attack formations simultaneously which were working their way towards the