The fifth, and final part of the Armageddon’s Song series, the story that went beyond Tom Clancy’s great classic, with a truly global, world war scenario.
This is the UNABRIDGED edition and unsuitable for young adults.
The European war is a long way from the fighting that is consuming the Pacific.
The ANZACs and the US 5TH Mechanised Division are too few in number to defend
Australia’s coastline. Fear of China’s nuclear arsenal has left the allies with limited friends, and there is trouble at home, in the West.
Now that war in Europe has reached its bloody end and the men came home to less than gratitude from the politicians.
In the Pacific all eyes are on the Spratly Islands as the Allies combat the Chinese 3rd and 6th Armies.
The aftermath in Europe may have left the US and the ANZACs standing alone, or has it?
Soldiers have more honour than politicians at the end of the day.
A reckoning is coming.
‘Gary was staring through his night sight at the mass of green hues and saw the thing appear.
A Ming Tz combat hovercraft was rounding the fighting positions, outflanking the Royal New South Wales Regiment defenders before disgorging its infantry. The 7.62mm machine guns in its turret firing into the first positions, but the 23mm automatic cannon mounting engaged the trio of Leopard tanks.
The Australian Leopards had the far reaching Royal Ordnance L7A3 105mm rifled tank gun, but its long rang was not required. Four Three Charlie fired on the move, the HESH round doing wicked damage to the armoured hovercraft just four hundred metres away.
Four Three Alpha also fired; the troop commander’s Leopard hit the Ming’s fuel tank. Three hundred gallons of high octane aviation fuel went up in a fireball, engulfing the hovercraft and the naval infantry.
“HESH UP!” Chuck shouted, closing the breech and informing both Che and Gary that the main armament was reloaded, and what it was loaded with.
There were still Chinese infantry from the Ming who were active, those not caught in the burning Avgas, and two were knelt and aiming RPG-26s at the Alpha tank.
“Infantry action, half left!” Gary shouted to the driver who abruptly steered their Leopard in that direction in order that the coaxial 7.62 machine gun could be brought to bear.’
“Red Plume One One, IP is at junction of head of Crooked River and railway line…track from IP to target is Two One degrees… distance Four decimal Three miles… elevation Two One Two feet…large number of infantry in the open at 34°42’9.84″S… 150°48’54.30″E…friendlies are danger-close, I say again danger close, at Two One decimal Three degrees, also Four decimal Three miles from IP, and will use smoke to mark friendly, I say again friendly position…drop NORTH of the smoke…egress to the south east…as quick as you can please.”
“Zero One roger, three minutes with Mk 77s…you sound close-in Plume?”
“Red Plume One One, many thanks…close enough for a high five on the pass.”
“Zero One roger, hang in there…Smackdown flight echelon left…now!”