Chapter 627:

"Well, sir." Corey said when we reached the end of the tunnel, "what about now?"
I admit: "I don't know." "If we have two ray machines, we can do it. But if I remember correctly, it was the first tunnel to the ground 700 yards, which means they Hundreds of side passages can be attacked. We cannot do it."
"Well, anyway, sir," Corey replied firmly. "It's better than staying here and starving to death, rather than fighting?"
"Excuse me, gentlemen," Inverness said, "I want to make a suggestion. We can't get back in the way; I have no doubt about it. This is the most unfortunate thing about the commander. Hansen did not Being put down, just good luck, excellent work of the two ray operators.
"But the analysis of our problems shows that our real goal is to reach the surface, and not have to be done in the most obvious way by returning to the process we entered."
"So how?" I asked sharply.
Inverness said: "The disintegrant ray from you should be able to cut a passage for us." "Then all we have to do is protect the rear when the operator is working. Once it surfaced, we will be able to bravely Hard work, don't you?"
"Of course! You should command, not yourself." He is the obvious solution to our difficulties. Once I put it forward, I felt that I didn't think of this idea, which is really stupid.
I gave the necessary orders to the ray crew, and they immediately started to work, drilling steadily at an angle of about 45 degrees.
The reddish dust came back to us in a smothering cloud, and the Aramis might be guessing what we were doing. At least one of them had seen how the rays tunneled underground and started to work around the angle of the passage.
One first, they came to a small group, and our pistols were easy to deploy theirs, but as the dust filled and it became more and more difficult to see their corpses and spiders, they rushed to our great people.
At least one cloud of dust was launched side by side with me. The rush of dozens of times the Alanya made several of them almost crawled under our feet; within a few minutes, the passage was blocked, the waist was high, and the bodies were jagged-they are still coming!
"We passed, sir!" called a ray operator. "If you can wait another fifteen minutes, we will have a hole big enough to crawl."
"Hurry up!" I called. Even if Inverness, Brady and the three crew members are doing their best in a narrow area, it is still difficult for us to bear the hordes of angry, desperate Aramis. Tipney is useless. He cowered next to the ray operator, chatting next to them, urging them to hurry up.
If we have enough light, our task will be easy, but now the passage is blocked by dust. Our lamps don't emit much light. The confusing Aramis are almost within a leap distance, and we can't see them. Indeed, spray from one pistol or another prevented more than one person from staying in the air.
"Ready, sir." said breathlessly. "I think we are big enough now."
"Okay!" I put down the two-footed Alanya, they were so close that their twitching legs almost messed up under my feet. "You go first to protect our progress. Then the rest; Mr. Corey and I will propose-"
"No!" Tipnet shouted, shouldering the responsibility of the rayman. "I..." He disappeared into the inclined shaft, and the two raymen quickly followed. The three crew members then went. Then Brady and Inverness.
Me and support the channel just cut.
"I will be behind you," I said, "so keep going!"
Hesitated for a moment; I knew he would be more willing to take the dangerous place as the last person, but when time is so precious, he is really a good officer and cannot protest. He crawled into the sloping tunnel that the light cut for us, and when he did, I heard or thought I heard a shout from beside him, from a person in front of him.
Before following up, I gave Corey a few seconds. When I did start, I planned to go quickly, because in that shoulder-tight tube, I would be completely at the mercy of anyone who might attack from behind.
I sprayed water on the coming tribe fairly, and I drove them away for a while, beyond the angle of the corridor. Then, I jumped into the tunnel fairly and crawled at the fastest speed and the speed of my hands and knees, leading me to a happy open space.
I heard things scattered in the space I left. I heard them madly scratching in the tunnel behind me, obviously blocked by their long legs, which must be very close to their bodies.
Suddenly light flooded on me and I realized that Corey had won freedom. Behind me, I heard the savage jaw snapping and cold sweat erupting on me. I have no way of knowing how close a terrible death is, but it is very close.
My head appeared; I quickly pulled my body out of the hole and snatched a grenade from my belt. I immediately threw it into the inclined passage and warned my companions.
The roar of the grenade shook the earth. The tan clouds are scattered around us. I jumped out desperately, but even so, I was still covered in dust.
I looked around. Trapdoors can be seen everywhere, and from hundreds of such openings, the Arameans are crawling towards us.
But the ray operator is working. Not only small portable machines, but also large projectors on Eltaque, five or six hundred yards away; lethal and insurmountable barrage was dropped on both sides of us.
"Hey, Tipion, sir!" Corey said. "He avoided the ranks of the Rayners, two of them pounced on him. They were dragging him away and tearing him apart. The Rayners wiped them off. Tipien is dead and torn to pieces And said. "Now, sir? "
"Back to the boat." I nodded, still a little breathless. "Let the radiant people cover our retreat; we can take care of those between us and the ship with a pistol, and the Eltak projector will shine on our flank. Double, guys!"
We struggled at every step. Both sides of us were scattered with huge disintegrant rays, struggling in the reddish mist, but we were a dilapidated, exhausted, and stumbling crew.
"It's nice to get engaged, sir." As we entered safely, we panted. "Think they will remember our little visit, sir?"
"In any case, I know we will remember it." I shook some of the disintegrating dust on my clothes. "At this moment, I welcome your routine patrol."
"Okay, sir." Corey grinned. "So I will-until we leave the base for a day or two!"
Well, I am in Princeton. The International Federation of Accountants is quite in place, quite a place, but informal in the atmosphere. Most of my colleagues seem to be young guys, wearing loose work clothes, sweatshirts and moccasins that Einstein is famous for. When they are not tapping in the laboratory, they are likely to lie on the grass and lazily. Wandering around. Fire in the commons, or hang out in the meeting room, and draw equations on the blackboard with chalk. Of course, there is no way to say it, but anyway, these guys who look like college must be on the end. You would think that such secret staff would be more polite.
Guess I was a bit early before packing my soup and fish. When I saw my return to the bachelor’s dormitory room, I dug it out and hung it in the closet, out of sight. While waiting for places in Rome. Later that day, I found them carrying work clothes in the cooperative. Fortunately, they have that faint feeling.
October 6, 1959
Met the boss this morning-barely in his thirties, was laid off, wearing a flannel hunting shirt and dirty horseshoes. I am very happy to think of changing to work clothes before the interview.
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