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then slid the shell into place. 'Where's the charge?'
     
    'Still in the bin.'
     
    Davis completed the loading of the gun, prayed that the barrel was still clear, and worked his way back to his seat. Inkester squirmed past him. The only undamaged vision blocks of the episcope were obscured by something resting against them on the outside of the turret, and Davis found it impossible to open the hatch. It seemed as if the Chieftain might be buried. 'Hewett, try to get us out.' The Chieftain's engine surged and the vehicle swayed. Davis could hear the links of the track squealing. 'Try rocking us...and gently, lad, there's something lying on us...trees maybe.' He tuned to the troop network. 'Charlie Bravo Nine this is Charlie Bravo Two, over.'
     
    'Charlie Bravo Two, this is Nine. Over.'
     
    'Loader's wounded. We're bogged down...can't see what's holding us...I don't know the full extent of damage. Over.'
     
    'We're coming to you Charlie Bravo Two...well be with you in about three minutes. Keep trying to free yourself, but don't make matters worse.'
     
    'Thank you, Nine. Out' God Almighty, thought Davis, what a mess! The enemy was only a couple of hundred meters away, the loader was out of action and the Chieftain stuck. It wasn't how he had visualized war. It was chaotic, disorganized and dirty...bloody dangerous.
     
    'Eric's okay.' It was Inkester nudging at his legs.
     
    'Yes, I'm okay, Sarge.' Shadwell's voice was apologetic. 'I fucking messed things up, didn't I? He paused. 'I'm sorry I yelled.'
     
    'Ididn't hear you,' lied Davis. Bravo Two was heaving as DeeJay tried to reverse, her engine throbbing, the hull picking up the resonance of the exhaust, making it sound as though she was moaning in frustration.
     
    'Charlie Bravo Two, Nine here...we see you...you're wedged against a heap of rock and half-buried under a big oak. It looks as though the rock slid from the hill behind you. You'll have to go forward over the ridge. I think we can nudge the tree clear of your hull. Bravo Four will give cover as you move. Make it quick. There are seven T-80s moving this way across the lower fields.'
     
    'Wilco Nine.' Davis used the Tannoy again. 'Hewett, keep going forward, get a move on, lad. Inkester check the gun.'
     
    'Charlie Bravo Two this is Nine...traverse your turret right a full hundred and eighty degrees. Try to go forward at the same time...'
     
    Bravo Two lifted herself slowly over the low ridge like a gross elephant pushing itself from a mud wallow. The lens in front of Davis's eyes partially cleared and there was more light in the fighting compartment.
     
    'Charlie Bravo Two...can you see us now?'
     
    'Yes, Nine.' The olive hull of Charlie Bravo Four was thirty meters to Davis's left; to the rear was Sidworth's Chieftain. 'Charlie Bravo Four this is Nine...cover us all...Bravo Two, move left to the woods behind the ridge...we'll be behind you. Get into a fire position about six hundred meters west. Bravo Four, when we get there you leapfrog us.' Sidworth was shouting his orders, his words clipped by anxiety, but remembering the need in tank movement always to keep one foot on the ground.
     
    Davis heard Charlie Bravo Four acknowledge as he ordered Hewett to swing the Chieftain along the slope. There was still a lot of smoke on the plain and shell explosions in a small copse below and to the Chieftains right. A pair of Lynx helicopters were taking turns to dodge above the low cover, firing their missiles at targets which the smoke concealed from Davis. He couldn't see the other tanks of Charlie Squadron. They had to be somewhere, it was inconceivable they should all have been knocked out. Perhaps they had. already retired beyond the hill on to the lower slopes oft he moor.
     
    'Charlie Bravo Two this is Nine...enemy infantry right...two o'clock.'
     
    'Roger, Nine.' Davis saw the minute figures three hundred meters away. Their carrier was somewhere, hidden by the smoke. He brought round his cupola and

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