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〃What's for dinner？〃
〃Beef and black bread； rade Captain。 Even some butter。 But no vodka；〃 the sergeant added sourly。
〃When this is over； I will allow you to get good and drunk； Boris
Yevgeniyevich；〃 Aleksandrov promised。
〃If we live that long； I will toast your health。〃 The track was where they'd left it； and the crew had spread out the camouflage netting。 One thing about this officer； Buikov thought； he got the men to do their duty without much in the way of plaint。 The same sort of good radely solidarity my grandfather spoke about； as he told his endless tales of killing Germans on the way to Vienna； just like in all the movies； the sergeant thought。
The black bread was canned； but tasty； and the beef； cooked on their own small petrol heater； wasn't so bad as to choke a dog。 About the time they finished； Sergeant Grechko appeared。 He was the mander of the unit's #3 BRM； and he was carrying 。 。 。
〃Is that what I think it is？〃 Buikov asked。 〃Yuriy Andreyevich； you are a rade！〃
It was a half…liter bottle of vodka； the cheapest 〃BOAKA〃 brand； with a foil top that tore off and couldn't be resealed。
〃Whose idea is this？〃 the captain demanded。
〃rade Captain； it is a cold night； and we are Russian soldiers； and we need something to help us relax；〃 Grechko said。 〃It's the only bottle in the pany； and one slug each will not harm us； I think；〃 the sergeant added reasonably。
〃Oh； all right。〃 Aleksandrov extended his metal cup； and received perhaps sixty grams。 He waited for the rest of his crew to get theirs； and saw that the bottle was empty。 They all drank together； and sure enough； it tasted just fine to be Russian soldiers out in the woods； doing their duty for their Motherland。
〃We'll have to refuel tomorrow；〃 Grechko said。
〃There will be a fuel truck waiting for us； forty kilometers north at the burned…down sawmill。 We'll go up there one at a time； and hope our Chinese guests do not get overly ambitious in their advance。〃
That must be your Captain Aleksandrov；〃 Major Tucker said。 〃Fourteen hundred meters from the nearest Chinese。 That's pretty close；〃 the American observed。
〃He's a good boy；〃 Aliyev said； 〃Just reported in。 The Chinese follow their drill with remarkable exactitude。 And the main body？〃
〃Twenty…five miles back…forty kilometers or so。 They're laagering in for the night； too； but they're actually building campfires； like they want us to know where they are。〃 Tucker worked the mouse to show the encampments。 The display was green…on…green now。 The Chinese armored vehicles showed as bright spots； especially from the engines； which glowed from residual heat。
〃This is amazing；〃 Aliyev said in frank admiration。
〃We decided back around the end of the 1970s that we could play at night when everybody else can't。 It took a while to develop the technology； but it by…God works； Colonel。 All we need now is some Smart Pigs。〃
〃What？〃
〃You'll see； Colonel。 You'll see；〃 Tucker promised。 Best of all； this 〃take〃 came from Grace Kelly； and she did have a laser designator plugged in to the fuselage； tooling along now at 62；000 feet and looking down with her thermal…imaging cameras。 Under Tucker's guidance； the UAV kept heading south； to continue the catalog of the Chinese units advancing into Siberia。 There were sixteen ribbon bridges on the Amur River now； and a few north of there； but the really vulnerable points were around Harbin； well to the south； inside Chinese territory。 Lots of railroad bridges between there and Bei'an； the terminus of the railroad lifeline to the People's Liberation Army。 Grace Kelly saw a lot of trains； mainly diesel engines； but even some old coal…burning steam engines that had e out of storage in order to keep the weapons and supplies ing north。 Most interesting of all was the recently built traffic circle； where tank cars were unloading something； probably diesel fuel； into what appeared to be a pipeline that PLAA engineers were working very hard to extend north。 That was something they'd copied from America。 The U。S。 and British armies had done the same thing from Normandy east to the front in late 1944； and that； Tucker knew； was a target worthy of note。 Diesel fuel wasn't just the food of a field army。 It was the very air it breathed。
There were huge numbers of idle men about。 Laborers； probably； there to repair damaged tracking； and the major bridging points had SAM and FLAK batteries in close attendance。 So； Joe Chink knew that the bridges were important； and he was doing his best to guard them。
For what good that would do； Tucker thought。 He got on the satellite radio to talk things over with the crew up at Zhigansk； where General Wallace's target book was being put together。 The crunchies on the ground were evidently worried about taking on the advancing Peoples Liberation Army； but to Major Tucker； it all looked like a collection of targets。 For point targets； he wanted J…DAMs； and for area targets； some smart pigs； the J…SOWs； and then Joe Chink was going to take one on the chin； and probably； like all field armies； this one had a glass jaw。 If you could just hit it hard enough。
The Russians on the ground had no idea what FedEx was； and were more than a little surprised that any private； nongovernment corporation could actually own something as monstrous as a Boeing 747F freighter aircraft。
For their part； the flight crews； mainly trained by the Navy or Air Force； had never expected to see Siberia except maybe through the windows of a B…52H strategic bomber。 The runways were unusually bumpy； worse than most American airports； but there was an army of people on the ground； and when the swinging door on the nose came up； the ground crews waved the forklifts in to start collecting the palletized cargo。 The flight crews didn't leave the aircraft。 Fueling trucks came up and connected the four…inch hoses to the proper nozzle points and started refilling the capacious tanks so that the aircraft could leave as soon as possible； to clear the ramp space。 Every 747F had a bunking area for the spare pilots who'd e along for the ride。 They didn't even get a drink； those who'd sleep for the return flight； and they had to eat the boxed lunches they'd been issued at Elmendorf on the outbound flight。 In all； it took fifty…seven minutes to unload the hundred tons of bombs； which was scarcely enough for ten of the F…15Es parked at the far end of the ramp； but that was where the forklifts headed。
〃Is that a fact？〃 Ryan observed。 〃Yes； Mr。 President；〃 Dr。 Weaver replied。 〃For all their sophistication； these people can be very insular in their thinking； and as a practical matter； we are all guilty of projecting our own ways of thinking into other people。〃
〃But I have people like you to advise me。 Who advises them？〃 Jack asked。
〃They have some good ones。 Problem is； their Politburo doesn't always listen。〃
〃Yeah； well； I've seen that problem here； too。 Is this good news or bad news； people？〃
〃Potentially it could be both； but let's remember that we understand them now a lot better than they understand us；〃 Ed Foley told those present。 〃That gives us a major advantage； if we play our cards intelligently。〃
Ryan leaned back and rubbed his eyes。 Robby Jackson wasn't in much better shape； though he'd slept about four hours in the Lincoln Bedroom （unlike President Lincoln…it was called that simply because a picture of the sixteenth President hung on the wall）。 The good Jamaican coffee helped everyone at least simulate consciousness。
〃I'm surprised that their Defense Minister is so narrow；〃 Robby thought aloud； his eyes tracing over the SORGE dispatch。 〃You pay the senior operators to be big…picture thinkers。 When operations go as well as the one they're running； you get suspicious。 I did； anyway。〃
〃Okay； Robby； you used to be God of Operations across the river。 What do you remend？〃 Jack asked。
〃The idea in a major operation is always to play with the other guy's head。 To lead him down the path you want him to go； or to get inside his decision cycle； just prevent him from analyzing the data and making a decision。 I think we can do that here。〃
〃How？〃 Arnie van Damm asked。
〃The mon factor of every successful military plan in history is this： You show the guy what he expects and hopes to see； and then when he thinks he's got the world by the ass； you cut his legs off in one swipe。〃 Robby leaned back； holding court for once。 〃The smart move is to let them keep going for a few more days； make it just seem easier and easier for them while we build up our capabilities； and then when we hit them； we land on them like the San Francisco earthquake…no warning at all； just the end of the fuckin' world hits 'em。 Mickey； what's their most vulnerable point？〃
General Moore had that answer： 〃It's always logistics。 They're burning maybe nine hundred tons of diesel fuel a day to keep those tanks and tracks moving north。 They have a full five thousand engineers working like beavers running a pipeline to keep up with their lead elements。 We cut that； and they can make up some of the shortfall with fuel trucks； but not all of it…〃
〃And we use the Smart Pig to take care of those；〃 Vice President Jackson finished。
〃That's one way to handle it；〃 General Moore agreed。
〃Smart Pig？〃 Ryan asked。
Robby explained； concluding： 〃We've been developing this and a few other tricks for the last eight years。 I spent a month out at China* Lake a few years ago with the prototype。 It works； if we have enough of them。〃
〃Gus Wallace has that at the top of his Christmas list。〃
〃The other trick is the political side；〃 Jackson concluded。
〃Funny； I have an idea for that。 How is the PRC presenting this war to its people？〃
It was Professor Weaver's turn： 〃They're saying that the Russians provoked a border incident…same thing Hitler did with Poland in 1939。 The Big Lie technique。 They've used it before。 Every dictatorship has。 It works if you control what your people see。〃
〃What's the best weapon for fighting a lie？〃 Ryan asked。
〃The truth； of course；〃 Arnie van Damm answered for the rest。 〃But they control their news distribution。 How do we get the truth to their population？〃
〃Ed； how is the SORGE data ing out？〃
〃Over the 'Net； Jack。 So？〃
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