carriers, judging by the number of aircraft involved. As I said, reports are that we handled them roughly, but our losses were severe as well.”
“What are their intentions?” the minister asked.
“Unclear. They’ve done serious damage to a number of bases, and I doubt we have a single surface ship surviving at sea. Our navy personnel have not had a good day,” Wei concluded. “But that is not really a matter of importance.”
“The attack on the missile submarine is,” Luo replied. “That is an attack on a strategic asset. That is something we must consider.” He paused. “Go on, what else?”
“General Qi of Sixty-fifth Army is missing and presumed dead, along with all of his senior staff. We’ve made repeated attempts to raise him by radio, with no result. The 191st Infantry Division was attacked last night by heavy forces of unknown identity. They sustained heavy losses due to artillery and aircraft, but two of their regiments report that they are holding their positions. The 735th Guards Infantry Regiment evidently took the brunt of the attack, and reports from there are fragmentary.
“The most serious news is from Harbin and Bei’an. Enemy aircraft attacked all of the railroad bridges in both cities, and all of them took damage. Rail traffic north has been interrupted. We’re trying now to determine how quickly it might be reestablished.”
“Is there any good news?” Marshal Luo asked.
“Yes, Comrade Minister. General Peng and his forces are getting ready now to resume their attack. We expect to have the Russian goldfield in our control by midday,” Wei answered, inwardly glad that he didn’t have to say what had happened to the logistical train behind Peng and his 34th Shock Army. Too much bad news could get the messenger killed, and he was the messenger.
“I want to talk to Peng. Get him on the phone,” Luo ordered.
“Telephone lines have been interrupted briefly, but we do have radio contact with him,” Wei told his superior.
“Then get me Peng on the radio,” Luo repeated his order.
What is it, Wa?” Peng asked. Couldn’t he even take a piss without interruption?
“Radio, it’s the Defense Minister,” his operations officer told him.
“Wonderful,” the general groused, heading back to his command track as he buttoned his fly. He ducked to get inside and lifted the microphone. “This is General Peng.”
“This is Marshal Luo. What is your situation?” the voice asked through the static.
“Comrade Marshal, we will be setting off in ten minutes. We have still not made contact with the enemy, and our reconnaissance has seen no sizable enemy formations in our area. Have you developed any intelligence we can use?”
“Be advised we have aerial photography of Russian mechanized units to your west, probably division strength. I would advise you to keep your mechanized forces together, and guard your left flank.”
“Yes, Comrade Marshal, I am doing that,” Peng assured him. The real reason he stopped every day was to allow his divisions to close up, keeping his fist tight. Better yet, 29th Type A Group Army was right behind his if he needed support. “I recommend that 43rd Army be tasked to Hank guard.”
“I will give the order,” Luo promised. “How far will you go today?”
“Comrade Marshal, I will send a truckload of gold back to you this very evening. Question: What is this I’ve heard about damage to our line of supply?”
“There was an attack last night on some railroad bridges in Harbin and Bei’an, but nothing we can’t fix.”
“Very well. Comrade Marshal, I must see to my dispositions.”
“Carry on, then. Out.”
Peng set the microphone back in its holder. “Nothing he can’t fix, he says.”
“You know what those bridges are like. You’d need a nuclear weapon to hurt them,” Colonel Wa Cheng-Gong observed confidently.
“Yes, I would agree with that.” Peng stood, buttoned his tunic, and reached for a mug of morning tea. “Tell the advance guard to prepare to move out. I’m going up front this morning, Wa. I want to see this gold mine for myself.”
“How far up front?” the operations officer asked.
“With the lead elements. A good officer leads from the front, and I want to see how our people move. Our reconnaissance screen hasn’t detected anything, has it?”
“Well, no, Comrade General, but—”
“But what?” Peng demanded.
“But a prudent commander leaves leading to lieutenants and captains,” Wa pointed out.
“Wa, sometimes you talk like an old woman,” Peng chided.
There,” Yefremov said. ”They took the bait.”
It was just after midnight in Moscow, and the embassy of the People’s Republic of China had most of its lights off,