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Plenty of troops in reserve, if you counted the militia, Ace had been working miracles with them. Another full brigade of first-line mobilized Brotherhood fighters along the river ready to intervene if it must, and the twenty thousand or so of the second-line were standing to arms on the defensive, giving him a secure base. Five times that number of third-line, women and older men, not field units but ready to fight and doing noncombatant work. None of them very mobile, unfortunately. Sparta's blessing and curse, the Eurotas; it made bulk transport in the settled regions so easy that there was an overwhelming temptation to put off developing a ground-transport infrastructure.
Should I have taken more of the militia in with me? he thought. Then: no, the reasons are still valid. Risky enough to have them standing by as emergency reserves.
Good militia were still part-time troops, unpracticed in large-unit maneuvers. The Brotherhood fighters were first-rate in their own neighborhoods. That was one reason nobody had ever taken a serious crack at Sparta, the Brotherhoods could field better than a third of a million at a pinch. The problem with that Swiss Militia system was that if you called everyone to arms, there was no one left to do the work; and Sparta's economy was in bad enough shape as it was.
Losing too many of them could be absolutely fatal; at a pinch, Sparta could stand heavy casualties to its offensive force, but the Brotherhoods were the iron frame that kept this section of the Valley under government control.
"All right, we probe, but carefully," he said at last. "This operation is primarily a reco
"Yeah; they're pretty good, and they've got a secure communications system in there. Which is more than we do." Owensford nodded thoughtfully; it looked unpleasantly like the enemy had been preparing this for years. The whole of the Dales could be linked together with optical thread-cable and permanent line-of-sight stuff.
"The main thing is not to get hurt," Peter said. "Get that out to all units. If the other guys want to play, dig in and pound them. They're better than we thought they were, but they're still just light infantry.
"Meanwhile, let the SAS teams come home, but keep sending them fire support as long as they can spot targets. After all, it's what they're out there for."
"I ain't worried about them," Barton said. "But there's something sour about this whole operation."
"I got that feeling too."
"And we're blind. Pete, I suggest we wait for new satellite pix before we commit."
"Trust them?" Owensford asked i
"Oh. Now that you mention it, no. Guess I don't."
"So we have to try something else. Bring up the birds; one with me, one with Task Force Wingate. Keep them well back." Tiltrotor VTOL aircraft, commandeered from the RSMP for the seismic-mapping project. They could transport a complete platoon of infantry; right now they were crammed with other stuff. It would not do to put them in harm's way, of course. Aircraft over a battlefield had been an impossibility since good light seeker rockets became common. The enemy certainly had those.
"You're the boss," Barton said.
"Bring up, code-" He did a quick search on his data base. "The code is Babylon."
"Babylon." A pause. "Babylon it is. Anything else?"
"That's it."
"Task Force Atlas, out."
"Out," Peter said.
Next. "Andy, let Heavy Weapons company dig in and prepare to fire support missions. Have Scout company pull all forward units inside artillery support range." Not many proper guns, most of it was big mortars, but still enough range once the scouts drew in.
"Roger. SAS teams report enemy activity slacking off."
Peter glanced at the munitions expenditure readouts. "I should bloody hope so. Haven't you got a better report than that?"
"Miscowsky reports 'DYANAMO.' That translates as 'heavily engaged.' "
"Other teams?"
"Much the same. Heard from Katz finally. His report prior to acknowledging Jericho was 'JESUS CHRIST!' Now reports, 'Heavily engaged, am hurting enemy.' "
"Good." The SAS teams are doing their job, but I don't like this. Ace doesn't either. "Bring them home.
Send out escort patrols to assist."
"Suggestion," Captain Lahr said.
"Spill it."
"This is all by the book," Lahr said. "They'll set up ambushes for the escorts, sure as hell."
"Gotcha. Yeah, send an SAS Thoth controller along with each escort team. With luck they'll find some targets going in while the teams kick ass coming out."
"Roger that."
"Now get me Collins again."
"Can't guarantee security."
"Understood."
"Coming up," Andy Lahr said.
There was a pause. "Kicker Six here."
"Jericho."
"Understood."
"Captain, I need an estimate of how far that mine obstacle stretches…"
"About five hundred meters to my left, sir; three hundred to the right, and it's anchored in a ravine.
About fifty to a hundred meters thick. We estimate a minimum of three hours to clear a path suitable for vehicles."
"Stand by one." Owensford studied the map. The western end of the minefield ran down toward a valley; there was a lip to that hill, a traversable slope beyond the mines, and then broken wooded ground down to the low point.
What was it Ace said about garbage grinders? That gap might as well have a sign on it, "Please insert male generative organ here." Well, a trap you know is a trap is no trap.
"Stand by for orders," Peter said.
No point in having Collins waste troops on mines. Use fuel-aid to blast hell out of the area and be done with it. The main thing was to stay out of trouble. Owensford typed orders.
"DIG IN. STAY DUG IN UNTIL MINEFIELDS CLEARED. USE ARTILLERY AND HE TO CLEAR MINE AREA. DONT RISK TROOPS ON MINES. PREPARE TO PUNISH ENEMY ATTACKERS."
"Andy, put this through the data base and give me the codes. Thanks."
"OK. Attention to orders. Code DECEMBER. Repeat December. Code TRILOGY. Repeat Trilogy.
Code ELK HILL. Repeat Elk Hill."
"DECEMBER, TRILOGY, ELK HILL. Roger."
"Code TIGER."
"Tiger it is."
"Okey Doke. Out." Peter Owensford reached up and undogged the hatch, climbing up to stand with head and shoulders in the chill air. Cythera was up, shedding patchy moonlight through scud clouds. He cycled the facemask until the scene had a depthless brightness. The main body of Task Force Erwin was moving at the equivalent of a quick walk, no more. A dozen armored cars were leapfrogging forward, moving in spurts and then waiting in hull-down positions while the flanking infantry companies swept through the wooded areas to either side in skirmish line; behind both the bulk of the expeditionary force marched in company columns, enclosing their mule-born supply trains.
That changed even as he watched. The APCs halted and spilled their eight-man crews to begin setting up the heavy weapons. Shovels and the 'dozer blade of the engineering vehicle began preparing firing positions for the mortars, well spaced out and downslope from the crest. Still further down, the Headquarters troops were digging in as well, spider-holes and pits for their heavy machine guns and perimeter gatlings.
"Sir, Senior Lieutenant Fissop." The commander of the HQ company. "He requests permission to blow standing timber for entrenchment purposes."
"By all means," Owensford said, studying his map again.
Assume there's a blocking force near that minefield, he thought. Can't be too large. Now, what avenues of attack are there… ahh.
"Message to Third Brotherhood. Close up to two klicks west of us and advance using this ridge"-his light-pencil traced it-"having his mortars ready for support"-mule-born l25mms-"and begin a probe here." That ought to put them right behind whoever was waiting for him to swing around the mines. "Twenty-Second is to maintain distance on the Third's left, ready to move in support. Eighteenth is to close up to within five klicks to our rear, and Fifty-first to deploy in place for the moment on the right." A good well-rounded position, ready to attack, retreat or switch front at need, and capable of interdicting the low covered ground on all sides. "Sir, CO Task Force Wingate." "Patch."