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had his
Smerch multiple rocket artillery systems dialed in.
    Berwaniklasnin
had his message to deliver, as a herald that was his infernal duty and he was
going to do it. The problem was, word had started to spread that the humans
weren’t cowering in fear the way they were supposed to, before it had only
taken a single appearance to throw them into panic. Now, there was a whisper
they were fighting back. Not just fighting back but showing uncanny skill in doing
so. That was a troubling concept. Berwaniklasnin felt a sudden itch on his
skin, there were ten or more brilliant green dots on his hide, points where his
flesh was beginning to swell. One of his arms moved to cover them, as he did
so, the dot vanished from his hide but appeared on the back of his hand. A beam
of some sort? He never had a chance to work it out because a massive blow
struck his chest and sent him staggering backwards.
    The
first shot had sent the HVDUAPCFSDS bolt screaming into the beast’s chest,
sending it reeling backwards. An instant later the nine other T-90S tanks of
the first company fired in salvo, their shots striking home as almost a single
blow. The Russian tank gunners had been told that the Thais had killed one of
these beasts with their pathetic little M-41s, the Russian T-90S could do
better than that surely? There was an unspoken message, it had better. And it
could. The beast was down, battered off its feet by the depleted uranium bolts
that had smashed into it. Even as the gunners watched, the beats tried to get
back to its feet but Second Company were waiting. A brief interval as their
laser rangefinders locked in, then another salvo of shots. These ones struck
low, sheering the beast’s legs from its body. It rolled to the ground, trying
to pull itself upright.
    What
criminality was this? Berwaniklasnin couldn’t believe what was taking place. He
was a herald, one of those charged with carrying messages to the others. By all
the laws and customs, he was granted immunity from attack for how could wars be
fought if neither side could talk? But these humans had opened up on him
without warning. It was a hideous crime for which the wrath of the higher
powers would be terrible. Berwaniklasnin shook his head, he was crippled, his legs
gone, his green blood soaking into the earth. Even as he looked around another
salvo of shells struck him, ripping his arms from his body. He crashed onto his
back, helpless and dying.
    Suranov
looked up at the beast dying on the ground. It had taken 30 hits from 125mm
guns to bring it down and it wasn’t dead yet. If these things resistance to
damage was as high as that, these beasts were going to be trouble.
    “Tovarish
Colonel. Please ask your men to help me. I need to sit on the beast’s chest.”
It was one of the politicians from Moscow. It didn’t take long to help him up,
a T-90 pulled alongside the beast and the political was unceremoniously hauled
up into place. Somebody handed up a camp stool and he carefully selected a spot
overlooking the beast’s head, one clear of the bubbling craters where the armor
piercing shots had torn through the beast.
    “Beast.
Before you should die, I believe you should know who it is you are waging war
upon. I will therefore read you some of President Putin’s speeches. Listen well
and learn of your folly.”
    “I
can almost feel sorry for the beast.” An engineer sergeant placing the
demolition charges around the great body spoke quietly but his team heard and
laughed. The word spread amongst the tank crews and the chuckles spread there
as well. The politician appeared not to have heard, his droning monotone
carried on unaffected.
    A
few minutes later, the preparations were ready. Suranov looked up at the
politician who was starting the third speech of his program. “Tovarish. We are
about to blow the beast. Please come down.”
    “But
I must finish the President’s Speech to the Iron Worker’s Union.”
    There
was a hideous racking groan from the