" Perry Rhodan 1804 - Struggle To Survive" - читать интересную книгу автора (Perry Rhodan)

"Reinforcements are on the way," the two ships reported. "Several space-jets have disembarked and
are coming to help you."

"Thank you," Cistolo Khan said. His words were lost in a rumbling and clattering - part of the crevice
face had collapsed, its debris falling into the abyss and taking the glider with it.




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"Attention, groups three and nine! Shield your positions! The Herreach are coming towards you."

One of the men gave a sharp whistle and leaped for the projector. Moments later, a defence field
flared up and cut the rear part of the hall off from the passageway that led outside.

They were everywhere. They crept out of the smallest openings in the rubble, bored like worms into
the wreckage that the materialized projection of Schimbaa the Giant had caused, and felt their way
blindly through the few still passable corridors. They got in the way at every turn and hindered the
scientists and technicians from the 42 research ships. They surrounded scientific equipment and bothered
the tech teams with insistent questions and nonsensical remarks.

And over everything lay the constant, never-ending murmur of their cry for Kummerog.

Ose Bandolph faltered in mid-step. The Herreach were coming towards him in a broad line. They cut
off his retreat, so he could escape only by going forwards. The Trokanian natives were crowding through
the corridor, and the relatively small Terran could hardly tell how many there were. On average, the
Herreach were more than 20 centimetres taller than he was.

"Kummerog? Kummerog?"

"There isn't any Kummerog here, whoever that is," he said aloud. His voice coming from the
Translator didn't sound especially convincing. What was the point in trying to block them from entering a
building to which they had an older claim - or perhaps even the only rightful one?

He spread his arms out, but the natives didn't pay any attention to him. Their bodies bent over
forward, they moved towards him in a wide front. They dug their hands into the rubble like excavator
shovels, and from their mouths came that constant moaning: "Kummerog!"

Bandolph activated his com unit and called the Paper Moon. "We urgently need reinforcements," he
said, and hunkered down.

The Herreach had almost reached him. By now at the latest, his Pikosyn would have activated the
defence field, but Bandolph had turned off the Syntronic. Unprotected, he waited for them to trample
him. The Herreach were swarming in the direction of where the science teams from the Paper Moon
were working under Myles Kantor's leadership. Thousands of natives were combing through other areas