"Okay," Gronningen said. "We've got nursemaids." The big Asgardian frowned. "This is going to fuck things up."
"I see 'em," Moseyev grunted. "Stay with the plan."
"There's nearly twenty of 'em," Macek's tone wasn't nervous, just professional.
"Yeah," Moseyev said, grunting again—this time under the combined weight of their overloaded packs and the plasma cannon. "And there's four of us, and we planned for this. When we get in place, put out the gear right away. Even with this heavy mother, we can make it to the top of the hill in plenty of time."
The king grunted in laughter as the Marshad forces came to a halt on the plain. The formation's wings were composed of standard mercenary companies, professionals who would stand and fight as long as they felt the battle was going for them, and not a second longer. They could be expected to lend weight to a successful attack, but only a fool would depend on them for more than that.
No, the critical point was in the center, where the strongest and deepest companies stood. The humans formed the front rank, "supported" by the majority of the Royal Guard immediately behind them, ready to cut them down if they attempted to flee or to exploit the expected breach the human weapons were about to rip through the Pasulians.
The Guards had stopped to dress their ranks before attacking... which gave the humans an opportunity to make one last communication.
"Fire it off, Julian," Lieutenant Jasco said.
"Yes, Sir." The NCO dug the star flare out of his cargo pocket and prepared it, then fired it into the air over the human forces—where both the Pasulian army and their Marshadan allies in the city could see it—with a thump.
"What was that?" the king demanded suspiciously as the green firework burst in midair.
"It's a human custom," O'Casey said indifferently. "It's a sign that the force is here for battle and that no parley will be accepted."
"Ah." The mollified monarch gave another grunting laugh. "You seem eager to enter battle."
"The sooner we finish, the sooner we can be on our way," O'Casey said with absolute sincerity.
"There's the signal," Denat whispered.
"You don't need to whisper," Sena said grumpily. "No one can hear us here."
They were back in their sewer tunnel, but Denat wasn't paying any attention to the smell this time. The two of them were too busy watching the humans who had just topped out on the small hill across the river.
"What's that they're setting up?" Sena asked. The activity could barely be seen at this range.
"A lightning weapon," Denat replied offhandedly. "One of their largest. It will cut through the enemy like a scythe."
"Ah," the spy said. "Good. It looks like they're ready."
"We're up, boss."
"Roger." Moseyev looked to where Macek and Mutabi were putting in the last of the crosslike stakes. The stakes ran in a semicircle ten meters back from where the plasma cannon was set up. "You set, Mutabi?"
"Yep." The grenadier dusted his hands. "Limit line's all set."
"Good, because here comes our company." The team leader raised a hand at the group of Mardukans struggling up the hill. "Hold it. Why are you here?"
The Mardukan in the lead swatted at his hand.
"We were sent to keep an eye on you, basik," he grunted. "Make sure you didn't scuttle off into the bush like the cowards you are."
"Did you see what this thing did to the bridge?" Moseyev snapped. "I could give a shit why you're here, frankly, but if you don't follow our instructions exactly, you're all going to be a pre-fried lunch for the crocs, got it?"
"We're going to do as we damned well please," the leader shot back angrily, but there was more than a hint of fear under his belligerence, and the troops behind him muttered nervously. "We'll stay out of the way, but only where we can watch you," he said in slightly more moderate tones. Clearly, he had no more interest in dying than the soldiers he commanded.
"Okay." Moseyev pointed to the line of stakes. "There's enough room behind the gun shield for the four of us, but no more, and we all have jobs to do so we can't put any of you behind it. The stakes are the limit line—you'll be safe enough as long as you stay behind it, but you'll be close enough so that if we try to run or do any other funny stuff you can fill us full of javelins."
The leader examined the situation and clapped his hands in agreement.
"Very good. But remember—we'll be watching you!"
"You just do that," Moseyev said, and turned back towards the gun so the idiot couldn't see his feral smile.
CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
"Captain, this is Lieutenant Jasco," the field commander said. He looked around at the bare platoon of soldiers and shook his head. "We're in place with the Marshad forces. The plasma gun is in place, with its line out. Denat and the package are in place. I would say we're a go."
"Roger," Pahner replied over the circuit. "Plasma team, you're the initiators. When the Pasule forces charge."
"Roger, Sir," Moseyev responded nervously. "We're ready."
"Pahner, out."
Moseyev looked over Gronningen's fire plan one last time.
"Wait for my call," he said.
"Got it," the Asgardian grunted. "We're locked and cocked."
"Corporal," Macek whispered. "We've got movement."
"Let's get ready to rock and roll, people," Sergeant Major Kosutic said as a leader of the Pasule contingent stalked to the fore. The two armies had stopped just beyond javelin range from each other, and the Pasulian now waved his sword overhead, clearly exhorting his smaller force to attack. His words, probably fortunately for the humans, couldn't be discerned, but whatever he said worked, for the mass started into a trot behind him.
"Showtime."
"Fire," Moseyev whispered, and Gronningen tapped the fire button.
The plasma cannon spat out three carefully calculated bursts. One into each flank of the Marshad contingent, and the third directly into the rearmost ranks of the Royal Guard.
Pahner drew, turned, and fired three carefully aimed beads. The only three guards between him and the king went down like string-cut marionettes, and he sprinted forward.
The anticipated explosions roared behind them, and Bravo Company, Bronze Battalion, The Empress' Own, executed a perfect about-face and opened fire into the forces at their back.
Eleanora O'Casey hit the ground and covered her head.
Sergeant Despreaux dropped her bead rifle to hip level and followed her HUD aiming point as the grenadiers to either side of her went to continuous fire.
Corporal Moseyev pressed the hand unit detonator button, simultaneously firing the semicircle of stake-mounted directional mines and detonating the kilo charge of C-20 catalyst under the bridge. The charge was half the company's total supply... and sufficient to take down a three-story office building.
Pahner's first kick took Radj Hoomas in the groin. Anecdotal evidence had suggested that the area was nearly as vulnerable for Mardukans as for humans, which proved to be the case as the monarch doubled over in agony. The captain followed up with a spinning sidekick that intercepted the descending head on the temple. Mardukans, unlike humans, had thick bone there, but the impact still spun the king off his feet and stunned him.