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Chapter 62

General headquarters

Grand Army of the Sunrise


Len Tanner passed the word to Morris. “Tuva reports that their fire tanks are on the move.”

“Where?” Morris asked.

“To the center, followed by the Janissaries.”

“Is that all?”

Len shook his head. “Her radio was popping in and out, but what she tells us is that there’s another large body of infantry moving in concert as well. She couldn’t give exact numbers nor was she clear on who it was. Moldavians…Turks…she did not know.”

Morris turned to General von Mercy. “What do you think?”

“I think they are now, finally, trying to do what we had hoped that they would do from the beginning,” von Mercy said.

Morris shrugged. “Seems like a relatively weak move, though.”

“It’s too big a force to be seen as a diversion,” von Mercy countered. “They’re serious, and we in turn must address it, especially if they follow it up with more troops, or the Moldavians make a similar move.”

Which was why they had placed both the Brethren APCs and Higgins’ Silesian Guard in reserve.

“The forces we have there right now will hold them off for a little while,” von Mercy said, “but not for long. With Janissaries, defensive battle lines rarely survive.”

Morris nodded. “Very well, then.” He turned to Ellie. “Please contact General Renz, and kindly ask him to send the Brethren and the Silesian Guard into the center.”

The Dixie Chick

Denise’s relief that the Moldavians were falling back from the northern battle line was quickly replaced by confusion. Why in hell were the Transylvanians following them?

She was no expert in the art of war, but her recent experience with it at Déj had given her some practical knowledge. That, plus the fact that she, unlike anyone else (except Tuva) could see the entire battlefield from above. She had already radioed in that the Moldavian infantry companies that had initially threatened the airfield were now missing. Further, she had reported that a large gathering of Tatar cavalry was forming in the distance. Those two events were not mutually exclusive, she knew. Did anyone in HQ have enough smarts to know that as well?

What’s the matter with General Hatmanu? Does he have a death wish?


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