The sum of all fears - Tom Clancy [407]
"Christ, they're going to kill those Bradley guys," the unit commander - a captain whose tank was the last survivor of his company - said. "Okay, find your spots." That took another minute. Then the tanks were hull-down, just their guns and the tops of turrets showing. "Straight down the line! Commence firing, fire at will-"
All nine tanks fired at once. The range was just over two thousand meters, and now the element of surprise was with someone else. Five Russian tanks died with the first volley, and six more in the second, as the Abrams tanks went into rapid fire.
In the trees with the Bradleys, the brigade XO watched the north end of the Russian line crumple. That was the only word for it, he thought. The tank crews were all combat vets, and now they had the edge. The northernmost Russian battalion tried to recent itself, but one of his Bradleys had evidently scored on its commander, and there was confusion there. Why the Russians hadn't pressed home the attack was one quaestion that floated about the rear of his brain, but that was something to save for the after-action report. Right now he saw that they had screwed up, and that was a good thing for him and his men.
"Sir, I've got Seventh Army." A sergeant handed him a microphone.
"What's happening over there?"
"General, this is Lieutenant Colonel Ed Long, we just got our ass attacked by the regiment across town from us. No warning at all, they just came into our kazerne like Jeb Stuart. We've got 'em stopped, but I've lost most of my tanks. We need some help here."
"Losses?"
"Sir, I've lost over forty tanks, eight Bradleys, and at least two hundred men."
"Opposition?"
"One regiment of tanks. Nothing else yet, but they have lots of friends, sir. I could sure use some myself."
"I'll see what I can do."
General Kuropatkin checked his status board. Every radar system that was not down for repair was now operating. Satellite information told him that two SAC bases were empty. That meant their aircraft were now airborne and flying towards the Soviet Union along with KC-135 tankers. Their missile fields would also be at full alert. His Eagle satellites would give launch-warning, announcing that his country had thirty minutes left to live. Thirty minutes, the General thought. Thirty minutes and the reason of the American president were all that stood between life and death for his country.
"Air activity picking up over Germany," a colonel said. "We show some American fighters coming out from Ramstein and Bitberg, heading east. Total of eight aircraft."
"What do we have on the American Stealth fighters?"
"There is a squadron - eighteen of them - at Ramstein. Supposedly, the Americans are demonstrating them for possible sale to their NATO allies."
"They could be all in the air right now," Kuropatkin noted, "carrying nuclear weapons, for that matter."
"Correct, they can easily carry two B-61-type weapons each. With high-altitude cruise, they could be over Moscow before we knew it "
"And with their bombsights they could lay their weapons exactly on any target they wish two and a half hours from the time they lift off my God." In the weapon's earth-penetration mode, it could be placed close enough to eliminate the president's shelter. Kuropatkin lifted his phone. "I need to talk to the President."
"Yes, General, what is it?" Narmonov asked.
"We have indications of American air activity over Germany."
"There's more than that. A Guards regiment in Berlin reports being under attack by American troops."
"That's