Battlefield Earth

“Singapore is holding so far and right now has tied down about three-quarters of their forces. But they won't be tied down there forever. The Russian base is getting the attention of planes from a large war vessel. Edinburgh is getting hit. Neither of the last two places have any armor cable coverage. And up there,” he pointed, “is a huge monster of a battleship that has been sending planes and bombs down for several hours. It could also launch up to a thousand Tolnep marines and we aren't that well equipped to handle an assault force by land. So there you have it. It can only get worse, not better.”

“Call Dr. Allen," said Jo

Sir Robert tried to protest but he finally called the doctor in.

Dr. Allen did not like it. “You're full of a drug we found called 'sulfa' that will prevent infection and blood poisoning. You'll feel dizzy if you get up suddenly. I don't advise it.”

Nevertheless, Jo

Jo

“This is Mr. Tsung," said the Coordinator. “He has been in charge of fixing up your room. He has been learning a little English so he can help you.”

Mr. Tsung bowed. He was obviously pleased to see Jo

“Drink! Drink!” said Mr. Tsung. "Mebbe so no chance eat later.”

Another communicator beckoned to Sir Robert from the door and the old Scot rushed out.

Mr. Tsung was getting his nervousness under control. The novelty of meeting Jo

It was true what Dr. Allen said about being dizzy if he moved too suddenly, Jo

Mr. Tsung got him into the plain green uniform they all wore. He buckled the

Smith and Wesson with the left-hand holster and a blast pistol with a right-hand holster around Jo

“Now you shoot them,” said Mr. Tsung. He made his hand into a pistol and fired it twice. “Bang! Bang!” He was very confident now, smiling. He tucked his hands in his sleeves and bowed.

If it were only that simple, Jo

An unusually large explosion shook the ground.

They were catching it.

Chapter 3

As Jo

A clatter was coming from the place. The click of bolts being cocked and the slap of slings? Arms? He stepped inside the door. There were about thirty beds and over half of them were occupied. But two Chinese, whose armbands showed they were from the armory, had a dolly with assorted weaponry, and they were passing out blast rifles, AK 47s with thermit ammunition, and handguns to the wounded Scots.

A gray-haired Scot nurse came up to Jo

Jo

“The two lads with concussions are in surgery,” said the nurse. “Dr. MacKendrick says their operations went well and they'll be fine. Are you supposed to be up, MacTyler?"

By now one of the injured Scots had seen Jo

But the other Scots had seen him and they began to put up a yell. Sounded like “Scotland wei heigh!” They were sitting up and yelling. Nothing wrong with their morale!

Suddenly Jo

No apologies needed here. He tried to shout into the din and then simply saluted them and, with a smile and wave, withdrew.

He could hear loudspeakers outside playing solemn religious music to prevent infrabeam surveillance.

He came out of the passage from the bunkers and gazed into the bowl. The daylight was made murky from drifting smoke. The slight odor of the atmosphere armor at Stage Three mixed with charcoal's tang. The bowl seemed unusually crowded.

It was a thousand feet in diameter at the level of its floor. Before, he had thought that was a lot of space, about three– quarters of a million square feet he had guessed. But it did seem crowded now.

The pagoda structure in the center extended well beyond the platform on all sides. All around the bowl, with the pagoda at its center, was a sort of wide paved road.

When he had seen it before, it had almost been deserted. Over there to the right were two It alian-Swiss electricians rigging more wires into some bunkers. A German and a Swiss pilot were sorting out a dolly load of air masks. Near to hand a Scot officer was giving some instructions to a Russian soldier. Way over to the left a group of Swedish soldiers were sorting out ammunition on a dolly. There, just coming out of a passage which must lead outside, were two Sherpa hunters pushing a dolly load of African buffalo meat toward what must be a kitchen. Here and there a Buddhist communicator was moving with a floating walk from one bunker to another. And scattered all about, along the i

A truly international scene– the peoples of Earth.

Jo

“I am so sorry.” It was Chief Chong-won, head of the Chinese tribe and principal architect of this place. “We had to bring in all the people from the village by the lake. The lake is so broad, the cable protection is thin in the center, and some bombs have come through above the dam. Waves from the explosion have made the village unsafe. And the smoke from cooking fires does not escape through the screen.”

He was bowing. Jo

Piles of dirt and rock on either side of the bowl showed where the Chinese were using spade drills to cut a cha

“They will use intake fans in one and exhaust fans in the other. They will be curved so no bomb blasts come through. I am so sorry for the oversight.”