Of course they might stage a hanging-bee with this Legion dangling from the wings, but that would be pretty hard to manage.

It'll be shooting, eh ?" "Probably, if my neutralizer fails." "You're cheerful about it! The neutralizer may be all right, in its way, but personally I'm rather strong for these!" He laid a hand on the breech of the Lewis machine-gun mounted in the gallery, its grim muzzle pointed out through a slit in the colloid screen.

"The six guns we've got aboard, in strategic positions, look like good medicine to _me_! Wouldn't it be the correct thing to call the gun-crews and limber up a little?
These chaps aren't going to be all day in getting here, and when they do--" "I admire your spirit, Major," interrupted the other, with undertones of mockery, "but it's of the quality that, after all, can't accomplish anything.

It's the kind that goes against artillery with rifles.
Six guns against perhaps six hundred--and we're not built for rapid maneuvering.

That swarm could sting us a thousand times while we were giving them the first round.