The Forest Men Attack

: The Airlords Of Han

Many times during the months I remained prisoner among the Hans I had

tried to develop a plan of escape, but could conceive of nothing which

seemed to have any reasonable chance of success.



While I was allowed almost complete freedom within the confines of the

city, and sometimes was permitted to visit even the military outposts

and disintegrator ray batteries in the surrounding mountains, I was

never wit out a guard of at least five men under the command of an

officer. These men were picked soldiers, and they were armed with

powerful though short-range disintegrator-ray pistols, capable of

annihilating anything within a hundred feet. Their vigilance never

relaxed. The officer on duty kept constantly at my side, or a couple of

paces behind me, while certain of the others were under strict orders

never to approach within my reach, nor to get more than forty feet away

from me. The thought occurred to me once to seize the officer at my side

and use him as a shield, until I found that the guard were under orders

to destroy both of us in such a case.



So in this fashion I roamed the city corridors, wherever I wished. I

visited the great factories at the bottom of the shafts that led to the

base of the mountain, where, unattended by any mechanics, great turbines

whirred and moaned, giant pistons plunged back and forth, and immense

systems of chemical vats, piping and converters, automatically performed

their functions with the assistance of no human hand, but under the

minute television inspection of many perfumed dandies reclining at their

ease before viewplates in their apartment offices in the city, that

clung to the mountain peak far above.



There were just two restrictions on my freedom of movement. I was

allowed nowhere near the power-broadcasting station on the peak, nor the

complement of it which was buried three miles below the base of the

mountain. And I was never allowed to approach within a hundred feet of

any disintegrator ray machine when I visited the military outposts in

the surrounding mountains.



I first noticed the "escape tunnels" one day when I had descended to the

lowest level of all, the location of the Electronic Plant, where

machines, known as "reverse disintegrators," fed with earth and crushed

rock by automatic conveyors, subjected this material to the

disintegrator ray, held the released electrons captive within their

magnetic fields and slowly refashioned them into supplies of metals and

other desired elements.



My attention was attracted to the tunnels by the unusual fact that men

were busily entering and leaving them. Almost the entire repair force

seemed to be concentrated here. Stocky, muscular men they were, with the

same modified Oriental countenances as the rest of the Hans, but with a

certain ruggedness about them that was lacking in the rest of the

indolent population. They sweated as they labored over the construction

of magnetic cars evidently designed to travel down these tunnels,

automatically laying pipe lines for ventilation and temperature control.

The tunnels themselves appeared to have been driven with disintegrator

rays, which could bore rapidly through the solid rock, forming glassy

iridescent walls as they bored, and involving no problem of debris

removal.



* * * * *



I asked San-Lan about it the next time I saw him, for the officer of my

guard would give me no information.



The supreme ruler of the Hans smiled mockingly.



"There is no reason why you should not know their purpose," he said,

"for you will never be able to stop our use of them. These tunnels

constitute the road to a new Han era. Your forest men have turned our

cities into traps, but they have not trapped our minds and our powers

over Nature. We are masters still; masters of the world, and of the

forest men.



"You have revolutionized the tactics of warfare with your explosive

rockets and your strategy of fighting from concealed positions, miles

away, where we cannot find you with our beams. You have driven our ships

from the air, and you may destroy our cities. But we shall be gone.



"Down these tunnels we shall depart to our new cities, deep under

ground, and scattered far and wide through the mountains. They are

nearly completed now.



"You will never blast us out of these, even with your most powerful

explosives, because they will be more difficult for you to find than it

is for us to locate a forest gunner somewhere beneath his leafy screen

of miles of trees, and because they will be too far underground."



"But," I objected, "man cannot live and flourish like a mole continually

removed from the light of day, without the health-giving rays of the

sun, which man needs."



"No?" San-Lan jeered. "Wild tribesmen might not be able to, but we are a

civilization. We shall make our own sunlight to order in the bowels of

the earth. If necessary, we can manufacture our air synthetically; not

the germ-laden air of Nature, but absolutely pure air. Our underground

cities will be heated or refrigerated artificially as conditions may

require. Why should we not live underground if we desire? We produce all

our needs synthetically.



"Nor will you be able to locate our cities with electronic indicators.



"You see, Rogers, I know what is in your mind. Our scientists have

planned carefully. All our machinery and processes will be shielded so

that no electronic disturbances will exist at the surface.



"And then, from our underground cities we will emerge at leisure to wage

merciless war on your wild men of the forest, until we have at last done

what our forefathers should have done, exterminated them to the last

beast."



* * * * *



He thrust his jeering face close to mine. "Have you any answer to that?"

he demanded.



My impulse was to plant my fist in his face, for I could think of no

other answer. But I controlled myself, and even forced a hearty laugh,

to irritate him.



"It is a fine plan," I admitted, "but you will not have time to carry it

through. Long before you can complete your new cities you will have been

destroyed."



"They will be completed within the week," he replied triumphantly. "We

have not been asleep, and our mechanical and scientific resources make

us masters of time as well as the earth. You shall see."



Naturally I was worried. I would have given much if I could have passed

this information on to our chiefs.



But two days later a mighty exultation arose within me, when from far to

the east and also to the south there came the rolling and continuous

thunder of rocket fire. I was in my own apartment at the time. The Han

captain of my guard was with me, as usual, and two guards stood just

within the door. The others were in the corridor outside. And as soon as

I heard it, I questioned my jailer with a look. He nodded assent, and I

did what probably every disengaged person in Lo-Tan did at the same

moment, tuned in on the local broadcast of the Military Headquarters

View and Control Room.



It was as though the side wall of my apartment had dissolved, and we

looked into a large room or office which had no walls or ceiling, these

being replaced by the interior surface of a hemisphere, which was in

fact a vast viewplate on which those in the room could see in every

direction. Some 200 staff officers had their desks in this room. Each

desk was equipped with a system of small viewplates of its own, and each

officer was responsible for a given directional section of the "map,"

and busied himself with teleprojectoscope examination of it, quite

independently of the general view thrown on the dome plate.



At a raised circular desk in the center, which was composed entirely of

viewplates, sat the Executive Marshal, scanning the hemisphere, calling

occasionally for telescopic views of one section or another on his desk

plates, and noting the little pale green signal lights that flashed up

as Sector Observers called for his attention.



* * * * *



Members of Strategy Board, Base Commanders of military units, and

San-Lan himself, I understood, sat at similar desks in their private

offices, on which all these views were duplicated, and in constant

verbal and visual communication with one another and with the Executive

Marshal.



The particular view which appeared on my own wall fortunately showed the

east side of the dome viewplate and in one corner of my picture appeared

the Executive Marshal himself.



Although I was getting a viewplate picture of a viewplate picture, I

could see the broad, rugged valley to the east plainly, and the

relatively low ridge beyond, which must have been some thirty miles

away.



It was beyond this, evidently far beyond it, that the scene of the

action was located, for nothing showed on the plate but a misty haze

permeated by indefinite and continuous pulsations of light, and against

which the low mountain ridge stood out in bold relief.



Somewhere on the floor of the Observation room, of course, was a Sector

Observer who was looking beyond that ridge, probably through a

projectoscope station in the second or third "circle," located perhaps

on that ridge or beyond it.



At the very moment I was wishing for his facilities the Executive

Marshal leaned over to a microphone and gave an order in a low tone.

The hemispherical view dissolved, and another took its place, from the

third circle. And the view was now that which would be seen by a man

standing on the low distant ridge.



There was another broad valley, a wide and deep canyon, in fact, and

beyond this still another ridge, the outlines of which were already

beginning to fade into the on-creeping haze of the barrage. The flashes

of the great detonating rockets were momentarily becoming more vivid.



"That's the Gok-Man ridge," mused the Han officer beside me in the

apartment, "and the Forest Men must be more than fifty miles beyond

that."



"How do you figure that?" I asked curiously.



"Because obviously they have not penetrated our scout lines. See that

line of observers nearest the dome itself. They're all busy with their

desk plates. They're in communication with the scout line. The scout

line broadcast is still in operation. It looks as though the line is

still unpierced, but the tribesmen's rockets are sailing over and

falling this side of it."



All through the night the barrage continued. At times it seemed to creep

closer and then recede again. Finally it withdrew, pulling back to the

American lines, to alternately advance and recede. At last I went to

sleep. The Han officer seemed to be a relatively good-natured fellow,

for one of his race, and he promised to awake me if anything further of

interest took place.



He didn't though. When I awoke in the morning, he gave me a brief

outline of what had happened.



It was pieced together from his own observations and the public news

broadcast.