Ashes - Battle In The Ashes Part 20

"On the air, face to face, or sitting on two burros," Jahn's strong voice came through the speaker. "It makes no difference to me. My only concern is the treatment of my men."

"A trick, Ben?" Lamar Chase asked, standing close.

"I don't think so." He keyed the mic. "If your men lay down their weapons and agree to leave the United States, they will not be harmed,General. I give you my word. But I can't guarantee their safety once out of this country."

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"We don't want to leave the country, General. We want to become residents," Jahn replied. "We are not n.a.z.is, General. We are soldiers.

But do not ask us to fight against men and women who we, in many cases, have known since childhood. I cannot ask my men to do that."

"I understand, General. I would like to meet with you, General."

"It would be an honor, sir."

"Hold what you have and stay on this frequency," Ben told him. "I'll be back in touch with you in fifteen minutes."

"I shall be waiting. General Jahn clear."

"Get me Ike, Corrie."

"Shark here. Go, Eagle."

"What do you see up there, Shark?"

"White flags, Eagle. Lots of them. My recon teams tell me that Jahn's people all over the place are laying down their weapons and standing in the roads, in the streets, in the fields, hands on their heads."

"I'll be at your location ASAP, Shark. Make a fresh pot of coffee."

"That's a big ten-four, Ben."

Ben put on his beret and picked up his Thompson. "Let's go, people."

Hoffman was clearly suffering from a mild case of shock. That General Jahn, one of the toughest and most capable soldiers he had ever known would surrender to Ben Raines had never entered Hoffman's thoughts.

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around his desk. "What happened?" was all the man could say.

Ben and General Jahn shook hands, and then both men stepped back and studied each other for a moment. Jahn slowly removed his pistol from his holster, all the while keeping one eye on Jersey, who, Jahn quickly and accurately surmised, would be more than happy to shoot him dead on the spot, and handed the weapon, b.u.t.t first, to Ben.

Ben took it, looked at it, and returned it to Jahn. "Tell your men to keep their side-arms, General. We still have hundreds, perhaps thousands, of outlaws and a.s.sorted sc.u.m roaming the country. I won't leave you defenseless."

Jahn holstered the pistol. "That is kind of you, General Raines. Some of my men were worried about that very matter. Where would you like us to relocate?""Anywhere you like, General. I must advise you that General Brodermann has orders from Field Marshal Hoffman to hunt you down and kill you."

Jahn smiled. "I certainly hope that murderous SS b.a.s.t.a.r.d tries it. It will be the last thing he ever does."

Ben laughed. "I believe you, General. Do you know what Hoffman has in mind?"

"No, sir, I do not. And I would tell you if I did. The field marshal and I did not exactly, ah, part on the friendliest of terms the other evening."

Ben chuckled. "You didn't hit him, did you?"

Jahn again smiled. "No. But I would be lying if I said that thought did not occur to me."

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Ben sobered and looked at the man. "I have to ask, General. Why did you surrender your men?"

"Frankly, because you are going to win, General Raines. And I felt that any further sacrifice of my men would be criminal on my part."

"Any n.a.z.is in your division, General?"

"Plenty of them. And they did not surrender and will still conduct a guerrilla type action against the Rebels."

"Thank you for your candor, General Jahn. One more thing: If you are serious about joining the Rebels and settling in this country, you will be expected to fight for it."

Jahn smiled. "That is something we do very well, General. Count on us."

The men shook hands and Ben left him with Ike. Just as Ben and Georgi Striganov had once been bitter enemies, and were now friends, Ben felt that given the time, he and Jahn would also become fast friends and allies. Also, though Jahn didn't know all about the meeting, while Ben had been driving up to meet with him, he and his senior officers had been interviewed separately and every word a.n.a.lyzed by some of the most sophisticated lie detector equipment anywhere in the world. Had Ike felt any of them to be lying, he would have shot them on the spot.

Battalions had been reformed and most of the Rebels were back in uniform. For those fighting in the arid parts of the state, they wore desert cammo to better blend in. A few wore tiger-stripe and the rest wore woodland cammo. All were back in black berets when out of combat zone or on stealth patrol, everyone on the 233.

line was in helmets and body armor, Kevlared to the max.

Artillery was all in place, guns.h.i.+ps were being readied-on both sides, Ben was sure-and the two forces were about to start slugging it out.

And still Hoffman had made no major move to bust his Sixth and Seventh Divisions out of the loose box they were in. Ben had spent several long days pouring over intelligence reports and dozens of maps."I just can't believe it," Ben finally muttered. "Hoffman is going to do it." This was said after Ben had studied several bundles of intercepted dispatches between Hoffman and his commanders and then carefully studying a map. "He's really going to stand and slug it out with my eastern battalions. The man is a fool." He straightened up from the table and said, "Corrie, order Dan to launch a full scale artillery attack immediately. Tell General Payon I'm s.h.i.+fting Jim Peters Fourteenth Battalion and Ned Hawkins and his Rangers to the south, with all the artillery they can muster, to prevent the Second and Third from making an attempt to break the Eighth division out of San Antonio. Tell Garcia to s.h.i.+ft two of his battalions down to help on the eastern front.

The Blacks.h.i.+rts can't run west. There isn't a bridge or overpa.s.s intact for hundreds of miles once past this area." He tapped the map. "No point in delaying this any longer." He shook his head. "d.a.m.n, but we are spread thin."

Ben turned to Beth. "General Jahn and his bunch cause any trouble up north?"

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arms. Not a one objected. One full colonel was overheard to say if he never heard another shot fired in anger he would be happy."

"But the multinational force have their hands full containing that regiment of n.a.z.is who refused to surrender with General Jahn and company," Jersey said. "Maybe we ought to go up there and lend them a hand."

Ben smiled at her. "Sorry, Jersey. I sort of gave my word I'd run the rest of this show from the safety of a secure position. Relax and enjoy the tranquility."

"But you miss the action, don't you, General?" Cooper asked.

"No comment," Ben replied.

"Dan says he will commence firing at 1000 hours, General," Corrie called.

Ben looked at his watch and smiled. "Fifteen minutes. Dan isn't going to waste any time. How are our stockpiles, Beth?"

"Overflowing, General. But Hoffman can't say the same. He simply won't be able to match us sh.e.l.l for sh.e.l.l and round for round. He's got to conserve his supplies. We have completely stopped any incoming supplies from reaching him."

"Remember, sir," Jersey added. "Our people at Base Camp One worked around the clock for months getting us ready for this. We've got supplies cached everywhere. And the multinationals brought tons of supplies with them."

Ben nodded and began a restless pacing of the office. The office was actually the den of a home located on the Trinity River in East Texas, far from any battlegrounds and out of danger. His team watched him, 235knowing he was missing the action. Tell the truth, so did they.

Once Ben stopped his pacing and stood for a moment, hands balled into fists resting on his hips. He slowly looked around him at the room, a disgusted expression on his face. Then he walked to the open window and looked at the green landscape. One of the contingent a.s.signed to guard Ben smiled and waved at him. Ben returned the wave and turned around to face his team. "Ike and Chase d.a.m.n sure couldn't have stuck me in a more isolated place," he b.i.t.c.hed.

"Ike didn't do it," Beth said, looking up from her journal. "Your kids picked this place out."

"Wonderful. Never have kids," Ben muttered. "They'll turn on you."

"Hang on!" Corrie said, adjusting her headset. "I've got a transmission coming in. Say again, Recon. Say again. You're breaking up."

She listened for a moment and turned to face Ben. "About a regiment of Blacks.h.i.+rts from the Sixth and Seventh busted through the lines, sir."

Ben's face brightened. "No kidding? Which way are they heading, Corrie?"

"Straight toward us, sir."

"Is that a fact?" Ben picked up his Thompson.

"Dan is urging us to head for the neutral zone and wait it out," Corrie said.

"Way too far," Jersey said, checking her M-16. "We'd never make it."

A Rebel lieutenant had been standing outside, listening. He stuck his head through the window. "What are you talking about, Jersey? It's a good two hundred and 236.

fifty miles to the bust out point. We'd be over into the neutral zone long before they even reached here."

"I'm with Jersey," Ben said.

"Sir," the lieutenant protested. "We have a very light battalion here.

That's a d.a.m.n regiment-sized force coming at us."

A sergeant standing beside the lieutenant said, "I can have choppers in here in one hour, General. We've got to get you to safety."

"I don't like helicopters," Jersey said. "They have this tendency to fall out of the sky."

"I agree," Ben said. He gave Corrie a few orders and then, with a smile on his face, said, "Let's see now, what shall we do. Ah! I know. We'll ..."

"Ike on the horn, General," Corrie interrupted.

Ben walked to the communications set-up and took the mic. "Go, Ike?""Ben, you get your long tall skinny a.s.s out of there!" Ike yelled from hundreds of miles away in North Texas. "You hear me, Ben? You head north for the Oklahoma line."

"I thought I'd head for Louisiana, Ike."

The speaker was silent for a moment. "What are you pulling, Eagle?" Ike asked. "I don't trust you."

His team was staring at him, disbelief in their eyes. Ben Raines was going to run from a fight? They didn't believe that for a moment.

"That regiment can't go anywhere, Ike," Ben radioed. "Cecil will have ten thousand home guard people waiting for them at the line. That is, providing they even reach the state line before his artillery blows them off the face of the earth. You're in command here, Ike.

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I'm heading back to Base Camp One for a little R&R. You have any objections to that?"

"I don't trust him," Colonel Lenz of the GSG 9 said, standing close to Ike. It hadn't taken the GSG 9 commander long to learn that Ben Raines would go to any lengths to get into a sc.r.a.p. "He's up to something."

"Tell me!" Ike said. "I been puttin' up with his trickery for years."

"Corrie, have the battalion pack up and mount up," Ben ordered. He winked at Jersey and she smiled, knowing Ben had something wicked up his sleeve.

In Base Camp One, due to repeaters placed all up and down the line, Cecil sat in his office and was able to listen to the conversation, a smile on his face. Ben was sure as h.e.l.l up to something. But he couldn't imagine what it could be. If Ben told his commanders he was going to Base Camp One, he was going to Base Camp One. How long he was going to stay and what he was going to do when he left was what worried Cecil.

For he knew only too well that Ben was an ol' war hoss and he was not going to stay out of action for any length of time. But what in the h.e.l.l did he have planned?

"He's gonna pull somethin'," Ike fumed. "He's actin' just too d.a.m.n innocent. I know him, I tell you. He's got somethin' sneaky up his sleeve."

"However," Colonel Lenz pointed out. "He is the commanding general."

"Yeah," Ike replied. He keyed the mic. "All right, Eagle. Sounds good to me. With you out of the way, we can stop worryin' about you and concentrate on kickin' Hoffman's b.u.t.t."

"I thought it was very considerate of me," Ben said drily.

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His team was still looking at him thoughtfully, all wondering what Ben really had in mind.

Hundreds of miles away, Ike looked at Colonel Lenz. "He's pullin'

somethin'," Ike said. "But for the life of me, I can't figure what it is."With a smile, Ben handed the mic to Corrie. "Let's pack it up and get gone, gang." Then he picked up his Thompson and left the room, laughing.

Cooper looked at Jersey. "Whatever he's got in mind, you can bet it's gonna be interesting." He paused. "And sneaky," he added.

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Chapter Seven.Ben and his light battalion, actually about three companies strong, pulled out within the hour and headed east. Ben had said nothing about what he had in mind. But everyone in the headquarters battalion knew they were not going to Base Camp One for R&R. Quiet bets were made among the men and women as to their final destination.

When they arrived at Base Camp One late the following morning, Ben told Corrie, "Pa.s.s the word that we'll be here for about thirty-six hours. So make the best of it." To Cooper, "Have all our vehicles gone over front to back and top to bottom." To Beth, "Draw supplies for an extended campaign." To Jersey, "Let's go, Little Bit. We've got things to do and not much time in which to do them."

"You think that Ike is gonna figure out what you're up to, huh, and start raising h.e.l.l about it?"

Ben smiled. "Something like that."

At Cecil's office, Jersey started yakking with old buddies and Ben closed the door to General Jefferys' office. The two old friends shook hands and stared at one another for a moment.

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