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ental base。 The sun was starting to crest the eastern horizon； and they could see now； which always made soldiers happy。 Pasha had stolen a spare coat and laid his rifle across it； standing in the open top hatch of the BRM； looking through the telescopic sight of his rifle。
〃So； what was it like to be a sniper against the Germans？〃 Aleksandrov asked once he'd settled himself in。
〃It was good hunting。 I tried to stick to killing officers。 You have more effect on them that way；〃 Gogol explained。 〃A German private… well； he was just a man…an enemy； of course； but he probably had no more wish to be on a battlefield than I did。 But an officer； those were the ones who directed the killing of my rades； and when you got one of them； you confused the enemy。〃
〃How many？〃
〃Lieutenants； eighteen。 Captains； twelve。 Only three majors； but nine colonels。 I decapitated nine Fritz regiments。 Then； of course； sergeants and machine…gun crews； but I don't remember them as well as the colonels。 I can still see every one of those； my boy；〃 Gogol said； tapping the side of his head。
〃Did they ever try to shoot at you？〃
〃Mainly with artillery；〃 Pasha answered。 〃A sniper affects the morale of a unit。 Men do not like being hunted like game。 But the Germans didn't use snipers as skillfully as we did； and so they answered me with field guns。 That；〃 he admitted； 〃could be frightening； but it really told me how much the Fritzes feared me；〃 Pavel Petrovich concluded with a cruel smile。
〃There！〃 Buikov pointed。 Just off the trees to the left。
〃Ahh；〃 Gogol said； looking through his gunsight。 〃Ahh； yes。〃
Aleksandrov laid his binoculars on the fleeting shape。 It was the vertical steel side on a Chinese infantry carrier； one of those he'd been watching for some days now。 He lifted his radio。 〃This is GREEN WOLF ONE。 Enemy in sight； map reference two…eight…five； nine…zero…six。 One infantry track ing north。 Will advise。〃
〃Understood； GREEN WOLF；〃 the radio crackled back。
〃Now； we must just be patient；〃 Fedor Il'ych said。 He stretched； touching the camouflage net that he'd ordered set up the moment they'd arrived in this place。 To anyone more than three hundred meters away； he and his men were just part of the hill crest。 Next to him； Sergeant Buikov lit a cigarette； blowing out the smoke。
〃That is bad for us；〃 Gogol advised。 〃It alerts the game。〃
〃They have little noses；〃 Buikov replied。
〃Yes； and the wind is in our favor；〃 the old hunter conceded。
〃Lordy； Lordy；〃 Major Tucker observed。 〃They've bunched up some。〃 It was Grace Kelly again； looking down on the battlefield…to…be like Pallas Athena looking down on the plains of Troy。 And about as pitilessly。 The ground had opened up a little； and the corridor they moved across was a good three kilometers wide； enough for a battalion of tanks to travel line…abreast； a regiment in columns of battalions； three lines of thirty…five tanks each with tracked infantry carriers interspersed with them。 Colonels Aliyev and Tolkunov stood behind him； speaking in Russian over their individual telephones to the 265th Motor Rifle's mand post。 In the night； the entire 201st had finally arrived； plus Leading elements of the 80th and 44th。 There were now nearly three divisions to meet the advancing Chinese； and included in that were three full divisional artillery sets； plus； Tucker saw for the first time； a shitload of attack helicopters sitting on the ground thirty kilometers back from the point of expected contact。 Joe Chink was driving into a motherfucker of an ambush。 Then a shadow crossed under Grace Kelly； out of focus； but something moving fast。
It was two squadrons of F…16C fighter…bombers； and they were armed with Smart Pigs。
That was the nickname for J…SOW； the Joint Stand…Off Weapon。 The night before； other F…l6s； the CG version； the new and somewhat downsized version of the F…4G Wild Weasel； had gone into China and struck at the line of border radar transmitters； hitting them with HARM antiradar missiles and knocking most of them off the air。 That denied the Chinese foreknowledge of the inbound strike。 They had been guided by two E…3B Sentry aircraft； and protected by three squadrons of F…15C EAGLE air…superiority fighters in the event some Chinese fighters appeared again to die； but there had been little such fighter activity in the past thirty…six hours。 The Chinese fighter regiments had paid a bloody price for their pride； and were staying close to home in what appeared to be a defense mode…on the principle that if you weren't attacking； then you were defending。 In fact they were doing little but flying standing patrols over their own bases…that's how thoroughly they had been whipped by American and Russian fighters…and that left the air in American and Russian control； which was going to be bad news for the People's Liberation Army。
The F…l6s were at thirty thousand feet； holding to the east。 They were several minutes early for the mission； and circled while awaiting word to attack。 Some concertmaster was stage…managing this； they all thought。 They hoped he didn't break his little baton…stick…thing。
〃Getting closer；〃 Pasha observed with studied nonchalance。 〃Range？〃 Aleksandrov asked the men down below in the track。 〃Twenty…one hundred meters； within range；〃 Buikov reported from inside the gun turret。 〃The fox and the gardener approach； rade Captain。〃
〃Leave them be for the moment； Boris Yevgeniyevich。〃
〃As you say； rade Captain。〃 Buikov was fortable with the no…shoot rule； for once。
〃How much farther to the reconnaissance screen？〃 Peng asked。 〃Two more kilometers；〃 Ge replied over the radio。 〃But that might not be a good idea。〃
〃Ge； have you turned into an old woman？〃 Peng asked lightly。 〃rade； it is the job of lieutenants to find the enemy； not the job of senior generals；〃 the division mander replied in a reasonable voice。
〃Is there any reason to believe the enemy is nearby？〃
〃We are in Russia； Peng。 They're here somewhere。〃
〃He is correct； rade General；〃 Colonel Wa Cheng…gong pointed out to his mander。
〃Rubbish。 Go forward。 Tell the reconnaissance element to stop and await us；〃 Peng ordered。 〃A good mander LEADs from the front！〃 he announced over the radio。
〃Oh； shit；〃 Ge observed in his tank。 〃Peng wants to show off his ji…ji。 Move out；〃 he ordered his driver； a captain （his entire crew was made of officers）。 〃Let's LEAD the emperor to the recon screen。〃
The brand…new T…98 tank surged forward； throwing up two rooster tails of dirt as it accelerated。 General Ge was in the mander's hatch； with a major acting as gunner； a duty he practiced diligently because it was his job to keep his general alive in the event of contact with the enemy。 For the moment； it meant going ahead of the senior general with blood in his eye。
〃Why did they stop？〃 Buikov asked。 The PLA tracks had suddenly halted nine hundred meters off； all five of them； and now the crews dismounted； manifestly to take a stretch； and five of them lit up smokes。
〃They must be waiting for something；〃 the captain thought aloud。 Then he got on the radio。 〃GREEN WOLF here； the enemy has halted about a kilometer south of us。 They're just sitting still。〃
〃Have they seen you？〃
〃No； they've dismounted to take a piss； looks like； just standing there。 We have them in range； but I don't want to shoot until they're closer；〃 Aleksandrov reported。
〃Very well； take your time。 There's no hurry here。 They're walking into the parlor very nicely。〃
〃Understood。 Out。〃 He set the mike down。 〃Is it time for morning break？〃
〃They haven't been doing that the last four days； rade Captain；〃 Buikov reminded his boss。
〃They appear relaxed enough。〃
〃I could kill any of them now；〃 Gogol said； 〃but they're all privates； except for that one。 。 。〃
〃That's the fox。 He's a lieutenant； likes to run around a lot。 The other officer's the gardener。 He likes playing with plants；〃 Buikov told the old man。
〃Killing a lieutenant's not much better than killing a corporal；〃 Gogol observed。 〃There's too many of them。〃
〃What's this？〃 Buikov said from his gunner's scat。 〃Tank； enemy tank ing around the left edge； range five thousand。〃
〃I see it！〃 Aleksandrov reported。 〃。 。 。 Just one？ Only one tank…oh； all right； there's a carrier with it…〃
〃It's a mand track； look at all those antennas！〃 Buikov called。
The gunner's sight was more powerful than Aleksandrov's binoculars。 The captain couldn't confirm that for another minute or so。 〃Oh； yes； that's a mand track； all right。 I wonder who's in it。。。〃
There they are；〃 the driver called back。 〃The reconnaissance section； two kilometers ahead； rade General。〃
〃Excellent；〃 Peng observed。 Standing up to look out of the top of his mand track with his binoculars； good Japanese ones from Nikon。
There was Ge in his mand tank； thirty meters off to the right； protecting him as though he were a good dog outside the palace of some ancient nobleman。 Peng couldn't see anything to be concerned about。 It was a clear day； with some puffy white clouds at three thousand meters or so。 If there were American fighters up there； he wasn't going to worry about them。 Besides； they'd done no ground…attacking that he'd heard about； except to hit those bridges back at Harbin； and one might as well attack a mountain as those things； Peng was sure。 He had to hold on to the sill of the hatch lest the pitching of the vehicle smash him against it…it was a track specially modified for senior officers； but no one had thought to make it safer to stand in； he thought sourly。 He wasn't some peasant…private who could smash his head with no consequence 。 。 。 Well； in any case； it was a good day to be a soldier； in the field Leading his men。 A fair day； and no enemy in sight。
〃Pull up alongside the reconnaissance track；〃 he ordered his driver。
〃Who the hell is this？〃 Captain Aleksandrov wondered aloud。 〃Four big antennas； at least a division mander；〃 Buikov thought aloud。 〃My thirty will settle his hash。〃
〃No； no； let's let Pasha have him if he gets out。〃
Gogol had anticipated that。 He was resting his arms on the steel top of the BRM； tucking the rifle in tight to his shoulder。 The only thing in his way was the loose weave of the camouflage netting；
