Chapter Eight'Old' Bill Hodges was crouched in the bushes, the snow was falling heavily now, and he watched the scene that lay before him in amazement. It was like a scene from a movie. Actually, it was like a scene from a movie he'd seen the year before, 'Zulu', about the battle for Rorke's Drift as the horde of Zulu warriors kept attacking and attacking, no matter how many of them were shot down by the British.
That was what he was seeing now, albeit in a more vivid form. A seemingly endless line of black clad guards rushed from the adjacent building to the pagoda, some making it a few feet before they were taken down by the sniper, hidden somewhere on the hillside behind him, while others managed to find some kind of cover, possibly even firing a few shots into the surrounding wilderne
