The Boer leader, a stout man of about fifty, somehow identified Carl 
Hollywood as the leader, and they quickly redeployed what forces they had for 
the final push to the waterfront. The only thing Carl remembered of this 
conversation was the man saying, "Good. You've got Zulus." The Boers in the 
vanguard were carrying some sort of automatic weapons firing tiny nanotech 
high-explosive rounds, which, indiscriminately used, could have turned the 
crowd into a rampart of chewed meat; but they fired
the weapons in disciplined bursts even when the charging Fists penetrated to 
within a sword's length. From time to time, one of them would raise his head 
and sweep a row of windows with continuous automatic fire; riflemen would 
tumble out of the darkness and spin down into the street like rag dolls. The 
Boers must be wearing some kind of night vision stuff. Colonel Spence suddenly 
felt very heavy on Carl's arm, and he realized that the Colonel was 
unconscious, or close to it. Carl slung the rifle over his shoulder, bent down, 
and picked up Spence in a fireman's carry.