My engines took out the ships, and these men were able to deal with the landing force.”“Allow me to tell you that I am very impressed with your me...n. You have combined the Roman legions’ shield wall with spearmen from the old Greek phalanxes. As long as they stand their ground and work together, they can only be defeated by artillery or archery.”“Or air power. I kept wishing for a ground support run by Warthogs.”“I keep wishing for a lot of things. Yes, a squadron of your A-10s would solve. He was upset for a couple of minutes waiting for something to happen and in the next moment, Neetu walked out to him and hugged him from behind. “Sorry to keep you waiting for darling,” she said. Her cold metal spectacles touched his ears and sent a jolt of chill.“Avoiding the pooja to meet me?”, she asked as he turned to face her and still in the embrace. “I was never religious,” he said and the next thing, he was kissing her deeply. Their lips looked as if they were one. Their tongues fucked. It was a case of "just light the fuse and throw the grenade, preferably, as far as you can."They loaded up and set out on another try to travel west. The first two days were easy, just a repeat of the previous trip. They camped in that same cave they had used in the fight with the red ants. This time, there was no sign of the ants. The bodies of the dead ants had even been removed, eaten, probably. The next morning, they returned to the routine they had started out with.The cliff was still. McMillan growled, "I asked you a question, bitch! You answerme when I speak to you!" He backhanded her one more time for goodmeasure to make sure she understood.Laura struggled to her feet and stammered, "I..I don't know...I don'tremember anything."Once again the hand landed, knocking Laura to the floor as he practicallyroared, "YOU DON'T REMEMBER ANYTHING, SIR!"Laura's tears had started again as she meekly answered, "I'm sorry, sir! I don't remember anything, sir! Please, don't hurt me,.