Foreign Legions (Earth Legions, Book 2)
S. M. Stirling, David Drake, Eric Flint, David Weber, Mark L. Van Name
Language: English
Pages: 164
ISBN: 0857069497
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
For 2,000 years, aliens have raided Earth, enslaving the best soldiers to do their dirty work for them throughout the galaxy. Now, in this long-awaited sequel to Ranks of Bronze, these proven warriors are about to throw off their shackles and strike back!
"you'll see a hexagon pattern on his left rear flank. Three hexagons, if I remember correctly. All of them shaded a sort of blue-green." Commodore Trumbull began to give the order, but the Marine lieutenant was already moving the body. A moment later, grunting slightly, he held the Voivode's left rear flank up to the screen. Three small hexagons. Shaded a sort of blue-green. Gaius Vibulenus hissed. "That stinking bastard." Tambo stared down at the Roman. The former tribune's fists were
Everybody's favorite humble little woman. "If the representative from the European Union will finally shut his trap," she said, in a voice like steel— Mai the Merciless. "—maybe we can get down to the serious business." Silence fell instantly over the chamber. "We call her the Dragon Lady," whispered Ainsley. "She good," hissed Fludenoc approvingly. "What is 'dragon'?" "Watch," replied the historian. * * * Two hours later, Fludenoc was almost at ease. Watching Mai the Merciless hack her
patted him. "You find way, boss-man. You find way." Far off in the night an animal gave a long, rising shriek. It wasn't a cry of pain because nothing that hurt so much could live to finish the call. "New girls virgin," Queenie said unexpectedly. "Feed 'em up meat, they be ready in one day, two day. Want me save them for you, boss-man?" "What?" said Froggie. Frowning, he took the offered wine and drank deeply. "Oh, Slats' porters, you mean. So it's the meat that warms 'em up, huh?" He hadn't
of emotions as my sadness and anger fought, then went cold as the anger took over completely. "I can save you idiots a lot of work. Jim's dead. He's been dead for a month. It was all over the news, the first execution in North Carolina in over three years." "No. He is not. We . . . intervened and repaired him." "That's crap. I read the stories on the execution, and the coroner pronounced him dead on the spot." "Yes, by your standards, for a short time he was dead. Our medical facilities are
compliments to the First Spear, and carry on," he said. "Hercules," Clodius Afer said. "Here they come." The numbers of the barbarians charging forward towards the outer face of the Roman works were stunning. Not exactly frightening—not the way standing helpless under the Parthian arrow-storm had been frightening—but . . . impressive. The light of the fire-baskets extended out as far as the initial deep trench. As the enemy reached it and bunched at the further edge, the catapults and onagers