"Perry Rhodan 031 - Robot Threat- New York in Atlan" - читать интересную книгу автора (Perry Rhodan)

Onward!
Course: Klein's headquarters. The videophone conveyed continual calls for help from the three encircled areas. "Hold out!" was Bell's order from the government building.
That was a weak consolation for the defenders. It sounded better when the impulse weapons of the aircraft resumed fire. Scattered traces of optimism even appeared when the New Power state transmitter broadcast the progress observed by Wuriu Sengu.
"The mutant, Ivan Goratschin, has meanwhile entered the battle. In the last 15 minutes alone he has destroyed 72 combat robots."
Intersection of two main streets!
Another 53 meters to Capt. Klein's guard battalion.
No foe anywhere in sight.

"Careful!" Kakuta said. "Robots do love open combat but we don't want to rely on that. Ever since this morning I know that they like surprises too."
At that moment it happened.
The four corner houses-all 12 storeys high exploded simultaneously. Concrete chunks, 1000 tons of them, whirled around, then hailed onto the intersection. The energy screens of the tanks withstood the immediate blow but even an atomic motor could no longer move them from the spot.
"We are stuck! Anything can happen now!"
Cary should not have said that. Apparently the robots were very well informed about the transmissions of Radio Terrania. They approached from four sides, well over 100 of them.
Cary shouted into the videophone. "Immediate aircraft action at intersection Keppler Avenue-Fermi Street! Robots attacking assault troop Goratschin. Tanks stuck in concrete debris!"
Ivan had to wait. His powers worked all the better the nearer he was to the object. Still Kakuta and Cary urged him on.
"The robots could start at any moment. They have reached the critical distance."
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 tank from the north, the south and the east with mechanical stubbornness.
Tako Kakuta had answered the last telecom call. "Mr. Rhodan is here! And Anne Sloane, the telekin. They will get us out of this, Ivan. Just hang on!"
"Two bombs, three more times!" Perry Rhodan commanded.
Renewed chaos among the robots. What Anne Sloane accomplished with her brain, Kitai Ishibashi and Rhodan managed with some difficulty with their antigrav rays. As soon as the rebelling combat machines were thrown off balance by the bomb explosions, gravity was withdrawn. They shot up in the air like soap bubbles, returning to the ground in gravitational acceleration.
None of them survived the crash.
Only a few of the robots had been able to hold out on the ground. They had disappeared into neighbouring houses and abandoned their attack on Cary's tank.
"We're saved," Tako Kakuta realized.