Red Storm Rising

"I just called up the reserve regiment. We may have them on the run," the colonel said.

This, Sergetov thought incredulously to himself, is a successful attack?

Mackall watched a pair of antitank missiles reach out into the Russian lines. One miss, one kill. More smoke came in from both sides as the NATO troops fell back another five hundred meters. The village they were defending was now in sight. The sergeant had counted a total of five kills to his tank. He hadn't been hit yet, but that wouldn't last. The friendly artillery was really in the fight now. The Russian infantry was down to half the strength he'd first seen, and their tracked vehicles were laying back, trying to engage the NATO positions with their own missiles. Things looked to be going reasonably well when the third regiment appeared.

Fifty tanks came over the hill in front of him. An A-10 swept across the line and killed a pair, then was blotted out of the sky by a SAM. The burning wreckage fell three hundred yards in front of him.

"Target tank, one o'clock. Shoot!" The Abrams rocked backward with yet another shot. "Hit."

"Warning, warning," called the troop commander. "Enemy choppers approaching from the north."

Ten Mi-24 Hinds arrived late, but they made up for it by killing a pair of tanks in less than a minute. German Phantom jets then appeared, engaging, them with air-to-air missiles and ca

"It's bogging down," Alekseyev said. He'd just learned one important lesson: attack helicopters ca

"The hell it is!" the colonel answered. He radioed new orders to the battalions on his left flank.

"Looks like a command vehicle at ten o'clock, on the ridgeline, can you reach it?"

"Long shot, I-"

Whang! A shot glanced off the turret's face.

"Tank, three o'clock, close in-"

The gu

The computer was out, damaged by the shock of the first hit. The T-80 was less than a thousand meters away when the gu

"There's more behind that one," the gu

"Buffalo Six, this is three-one, bad guys coming in from our flank. We need help here," Mackall called; then to the driver: "Left track and back up fast!"

The driver needed no encouragement. He cringed, looking out his tiny viewing prisms, and rocked the throttle handle all the way back. The tank raced backward and left as the gu

Another Thunderbolt came in low, dropping cluster munitions on the Russian formation. Two more Soviet tanks were stopped, but the fighter went away trailing smoke. Artillery fire joined in to stop the Soviet maneuver.

"For Christ's sake, stop so I can shoot one of the fuckers!" the gu

A second tank joined Mackall's, a hundred meters to his left. It was intact and fired off three quick rounds for two hits. Then a Soviet helicopter reappeared and exploded the troop commander's tank with a missile. A shoulder-fired Stinger missile then killed the chopper as the German infantry redeployed. Mackall watched a pair of HOT antitank missiles go left and right of his turret, reaching for the advancing Soviets. Both hit.

"Ante

"I see him. Sabot!" the gu

"Captain Alexandrov!" the division commander shouted into his microphone. The battalion commander's transmission had stopped in midword. The colonel was using his radio too much. Ten miles away, a German battery of 155mm mobile guns tracked in on the radio signals and fired twenty quick rounds.

Alekseyev heard the incoming and jumped into a German-dug foxhole, dragging Sergetov with him. Five seconds later the area was blanketed by smoke and noise.

The General stuck his head up to see the colonel still standing, still giving radio orders. Behind him the command vehicle was burning, the radios with it. Five men were dead, another half-dozen screaming with the pain of their injuries. Alekseyev looked with a

Mackall killed one more tank, but it was the Germans who stopped the attack, using the last of their HOT missiles to do so. The remaining Russian commander lost his nerve when half the tanks in the battalion were hit. The survivors turned on their smoke generators and retreated back around the hill to the south. Artillery chased after them. The land battle was over for the moment.

"Mackall, what's happening down your way?'' the troop executive officer inquired.

"Where's Six?"

"To your left." Mackall looked and saw the troop commander's burning tank. So that's who it was

"Just us, sir. What's left?"

"I count four."

My God, the sergeant thought.

"Get me a Regiment from the tank division and I can do it. They have nothing left!" the colonel insisted. His face was bloody from a superficial wound.

"I will do this. How soon can you continue the attack?" Alekseyev asked.

"Two hours. I need that long to regroup my forces."

"Very well. I must return to headquarters. The enemy opposition was tougher than you expected, Comrade Colonel. Otherwise your forces performed well. Tell your intelligence section to work harder. Gather up your prisoners and interrogate them rigorously!'' Alekseyev moved off with Sergetov in his wake.

"Worse than I expected," the captain observed once they were inside their vehicle.

"They must have had nearly a Regiment facing us." Alekseyev shrugged. "We can't make that kind of mistake very often and expect to succeed. We advanced four kilometers in two hours, but the cost was murderous. And those bastards in the Air Force! I'll have something to say to our Frontal Aviation generals when we get back!"

"That makes you troop XO," the lieutenant said. It turned out there were five surviving tanks. One had both radios broken. "You did good, real good."

"How'd the Germans make out?" Mackall asked his new boss.

"Fifty-percent losses, and Ivan kicked us back four klicks. We can't expect to survive much more of this. We may have some reinforcements in an hour. I think I convinced Regiment that Ivan really wants this place. We'll be getting help. Same for the Germans. They promised another battalion by nightfall, maybe a second one by dawn. Take your track down for refuel and reload. Our friends may be back soon."

"That's one little and two big attacks for this village. They ain't got it yet, sir. "