Part 5 (2/2)
”Listen,” cautioned John Carter. Pew Mogel's light entrenched cannon and small arms were commencing to open fire again by moonlight. ”They are getting ready for an air attack.”
Suddenly, from behind the low foothills between the valley and the towering peaks, there rose the vast, flying army of Pew Mogel.
”They are closing in from all sides,” Dejah Thoris cried.
The great winged creatures and their formidable ape riders were swooping down relentlessly upon the city. Only a few of Helium's airs.h.i.+ps rose to give battle.
”Kantos Kan must have taken nearly all Helium's fleet with him,” the earthman remarked, ”I am surprised Helium has withstood the attack as long as this.”
”You should know my people by now, John Carter,” replied the princess.
”The infantry and anti-aircraft fire entrenched in Helium are doing well,”
Carter replied. ”See those birds plummet to the ground.”
”They can't hold out much longer, though,” the girl relied. ”Those apes are dropping bombs squarely into the city, as they swoop over, wave after wave of them oh, John Carter, what can we do?”
John Carter's old fighting smile, usually present at times of personal danger, had given way to a stern, grave expression.
He saw below him the oldest and most powerful city on Mars being conquered by Pew Mogel's forces. Armed with Helium's vast resources, the synthetic man would go forth and conquer all civilized nations on Mars.
Fifty thousand years of Martian learning and culture wrecked by a power-mad maniac himself the synthetic product of civilized man!
”Is there nothing we can do to stop him, John Carter?” came the girl's repeated question.
”Very little, I'm afraid, my princess,” he replied sadly. ”All we can do is station Tars Tarkas's green warriors at advantageous points in preparation for a counter-attack and trust to fate that our messenger reached Kantos Kan in time that he may return and aid us.
”Without supporting aircraft, our green warriors, heroic fighters that they are, can do little against Pew Mogel's superior numbers in the air.”
When John Carter and Dejah Thoris returned to Tars Tarkas, they reported what they had seen.
The great Thark agreed that his warriors could avail but little in a direct attack against Pew Mogel's air force. It was decided that half their troops be concentrated at one point and at dawn attempt to rush through into the City.
The remaining half of the warriors would scatter into the mountains in smaller groups and engage the enemy in guerrilla warfare.
Thus they hoped to forestall the fate of Helium until Kantos Kan returned with his fleet of speedy air fighters.
”Helium's fleet of trim, metal fighting craft will furnish Pew Mogel's feathered bird brigade a worthy enemy,” remarked Tars Tarkas.
”Provided, of course,” added Carter, ”Kantos Kan's fleet reaches Helium before Pew Mogel has entrenched himself in the City and returned his own anti-aircraft guns upon them.”
All that night in the mountains, under cover of semi-darkness, John Carter and Tars Tarkas reorganized and restationed their troops. By dawn all was ready.
John Carter and Tars Tarkas would lead the advance half of the Tharks in a wild rush toward the gates of Helium; the other half would remain behind, covering their comrades' a.s.sault with long-range rifles.
Much against the earthman's will, Dejah Thoris insisted she would ride into the City beside him upon their malagor.
It was just commencing to grow brighter.
”Prepare to charge,” Carter ordered. Tars Tarkas pa.s.sed the word down by his orderly to his unit commanders.
”Prepare to charge! Prepare to charge!” echoed down and across the battalions of magnificent, four-armed, green fighters astride their eight-legged, ma.s.sive, restless thoats.
The minutes dragged by as the troop lines swung around. Steel swords were drawn from scabbards. Hammers, on short, deadly ray-pistols, clicked back as they c.o.c.ked over saddle pommels.
John Carter looked around at the girl sitting so straight and steady behind him.
”You are very brave, my princess,” he said.
”It's easy to be brave,” she replied, ”when I'm so close to the greatest warrior on Mars.”
”Charge!” came Carter's terse, sudden order.
Down the mountain and across the plain toward Helium streaked the savage horde of Tharks. Out ahead raced Tars Tarkas, his sword held high.
Far ahead and above, on speedy wings, streaked the malagor carrying John Carter and the Princess of Helium.
”John Carter, thank Issus!” Dejah Thoris cried in relief, and pointed toward the far mountain skyline.
”The Helium Fleet has returned,” shouted John Carter. ”Our messenger reached Kantos Kan in time!” Over the mountains, with flying banners streaming, sailed the mighty Helium Fleet.
There was a moment's silence in the entrenched guns of the enemy. They had seen the charging Tharks and the Helium Fleet simultaneously.
A great cry of triumph rose from the ranks of the charging warriors at sight of the Helium Fleet streaking to their aid.
”Listen,” cried Dejah Thoris to Carter, ”the bells of Helium are tolling our victory song!” Then it seemed as though all of Pew Mogel's guns broke loose at once; and from behind the protecting hills rose his flying legions of winged malagors. Upon their backs rode the white apes with men's brains.
Down upon the legions of Tharks came wave after wave of Pew Mogel's feathered squadrons. In true blitzkrieg fas.h.i.+on, the birds would swoop down just out of sword's reach over the green warriors. As each bird pulled out of its dive, the ape on its back would empty its death-dealing atomgun into the ma.s.s of warriors beneath.
The carnage was terrific. Only after Tars Tarkas and John Carter had led their warriors into the first lines of entrenched apes did the Tharks find an enemy with whom they could fight effectively.
Here, the fourarmed green soldiers of Thark fought gloriously against the great white apes of Pew Mogel's ghastly legions.
But never for a second did the horrible death-diving squadrons cease their attacks from above. Like angry hornets, the thousands dove, killed, climbed, dove, and killed again always killing.
John Carter masterfully controlled his frightened bird while he issued orders and directed attacks from his vantage point immediately above the center of battle.
Bravely, efficiently, the Princess of Helium protected her chieftain against countless side and rear attacks from the air. The barrel of her radium pistol was red-hot with constant firing; and many were the charging birds and shrieking apes she sent catapulting into the melee below.
Suddenly a hoa.r.s.e shout rose again from Pew Mogel's legions on ground and in air.
”What is it, my chieftain?” cried the girl. ”Why are the enemy shouting in triumph?”
John Carter looked toward the advancing s.h.i.+ps now over the mountains only a half mile away; then his blood ran cold.
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