Secret War in Arabia. Shaun Clarke
Читать онлайн.| Название | Secret War in Arabia |
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| Автор произведения | Shaun Clarke |
| Жанр | Шпионские детективы |
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| Издательство | Шпионские детективы |
| Год выпуска | 0 |
| isbn | 9780008154899 |
Secret War in Arabia
SHAUN CLARKE
Published by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd
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First published in Great Britain by 22 Books/Bloomsbury Publishing plc 1993
Copyright © Bloomsbury Publishing plc 1993
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Source ISBN: 9780008154882
Ebook Edition © November 2015 ISBN: 9780008154899
Version: 2015-10-15
Contents
OTHER TITLES IN THE SAS OPERATION SERIES
Framed by the veils of his Arab shemagh, the guerrilla’s face was good-humoured, even kindly. This made it all the more shocking when he expertly jabbed his thin-bladed knife through Sa’id’s eyelid and over the top of his eyeball, twisting it downward to slice through the optic nerve at the back of the retina and gouge the eye from its socket.
The old man’s pain was indescribable, exploding throughout his whole being, drawing from him a scream not recognizably human and making him shudder and strain frantically against his tight bonds. Glancing down through the film of tears in his remaining eye, he saw his own eyeball staring up at him from the small pool of blood in the guerrilla’s hand.
‘Will you now renounce your faith?’ the guerrilla asked. ‘What say you, old man?’
Racked with pain and disbelief, his heart racing too quickly, Sa’id glanced automatically across the clearing. He saw the troops of the Sultan’s Armed Forces lying on the ground, shot dead with pistols, soaked in blood. Directly above them, the bodies of other village elders were dangling lifeless from ropes.
Beyond the hanged men, clouds of smoke were still rising from the smouldering ashes of homes put to the torch. The sounds of wailing women, screaming girls and pleading men rose above sporadic outbursts of gunfire and hoarse, self-satisfied male laughter.
Life in this and the other villages of the country had become nightmarish in recent months, but today, in this particular village, all hell had broken loose.
First, at dawn, the Sultan’s troops had encircled the village to accuse the people of aiding the guerrillas and to prevent them doing so in the future. This they did by torching the whole settlement, cementing over the well without which the villagers could not survive, and hanging a few suspected communist sympathizers from ropes tied to poles hammered hastily into the ground. Then, in the late afternoon, the communist guerrillas had arrived to terrorize the already suffering Muslim villagers and, in particular, to pursue their merciless campaign of making the repected elders of each community renounce their faith.
‘So,