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and as bad as it had been for the regimental CP； that had been trick or treat pared to this。 Whatever division he'd been facing was now as thoroughly decapitated as though by Robespierre himself。
After the initial fire； Lieutenant Colonel Giusti found that he had no targets。 He sent one troop through the gap while holding the north side of it himself； taking no fire at all。 The falling 155s on the hills to his front and rear explained much of that； for surely it was a storm of steel and explosives。 Someone somewhere fired off a parachute flare； but nothing developed from it。 Twenty minutes after the initial barrage； the leading elements of First Brigade came into view。 He waited until they were within a hundred meters before pulling off to the east to rejoin his squadron in the shallow valley。 He was now technically inside enemy lines； but as with the first good hit in a football game； the initial tension was now gone； and there was a job to be done。
Dick Boyle； like most aviators； was qualified in more than one sort of aircraft； and he could have chosen to fly…lead the mission in an Apache； which was one of the really enjoyable experiences for a rotary…wing pilot； but instead he remained in his UH…60 Blackhawk； the better to observe the action。 His target was the independent tank brigade which was the organizational fist of the 65th Type B Group Army； and to service that target he had twenty…eight of his forty…two AH…64D Apache attack helicopters； supported by twelve Kiowa Warriors and one other Blackhawk。
The Chinese tank force was twenty miles northwest of their initial crossing point； agreeably sitting in open ground in circular formation so as to have guns pointing in all directions； none of which were a matter of concern to Dick Boyle and his men。 It had probably made sense to laager them that way forty years ago； but not today； not in the night with Apaches nearby。 With his OH…58Ds playing the scout role； the attack formation swept in from the north； down the valley。 Whatever colonel was in mand of this force had selected a place from which he could move to support any of the divisions in the 65th Army； but that merely concentrated his vehicles in a single spot； about five hundred meters across。 Boyle's only worry was SAMs and maybe flak； but he had Dark Star photos to tell him where that all was； and he had a team of four Apaches delegated to handle the threat first of all。
It was in the form of two missile batteries。 One was posed of four DK…9 launchers very similar to the American Chaparral； with four Sidewinder…class heat…seekers mounted on a tracked chassis。 Their range would be about seven miles； just a touch longer than the effective range of his Hellfire missiles。 The other was their HQ…61A； which Boyle thought of as the Chinese version of the Russian SA…6。 There were fewer of these； but they had ten miles of range and supposedly a very capable radar system； and also had a hard floor of about a hundred meters； below which they couldn't track a target； which was a good thing to know； if true。 His tactic would be to detect them and take them out as quickly as possible； depending on his EH…60 electronic…intelligence helicopter to sniff them out。 The code for one of these was HOLIDAY。 The heat…seekers were called DUCKS。
The Chinese soldiers on the ground would also have simple man…portable heat…seekers that were about as capable as the old American Redeye missile； but his Apaches had suppressed exhausts that were expected to defeat the heat…seekers…and those who had voiced the expectations weren't flying tonight。 They never did。
There were more air missions tonight； and not all of them were over Russian territory。 Twenty F…117A Stealth fighters had deployed to Zhigansk； and they'd mainly sat on the ground since their first arrival； waiting for bombs to be flown over； along with the guidance package attachments that changed them from simple ballistic weapons to smart bombs that went deliberately for a special piece of real estate。 The special weapons for the Black Jets were the GBU…27 laser…guided hard…target penetrators。 These were designed not merely to hit objects and explode； but to lance inside them before detonating； and they had special targets。 There were twenty…two such targets tonight； all located in or near the cities of Harbin and Bei'an； and every one was a railroad bridge abutment。
The People's Republic depended more on its rail transportation than most countries； because it lacked the number of motor vehicles to necessitate the construction of highways； and also because the inherent efficiency of railroads appealed to the economic model in the heads of its political leaders。 They did not ignore the fact that such a dependence on a single transportation modality could make them vulnerable to attack； and so at every potential chokepoint； like river crossings； they'd used the ample labor force of their country to build multiple bridges； all of heavily…built rebarred concrete abutments。 Surely； they'd thought； six separate crossing points at a single river couldn't all be damaged beyond timely repair。
The Black Jets refueled from the usual KC…135 tanker aircraft and continued south； unseen by the radar fence erected by the PRC government along its northeastern border； and kept going。 The heavily automated aircraft continued to their destinations on autopilot。 They even made their bombing runs on autopilot； because it was too much to expect a pilot； however skilled； both to fly the aircraft and guide the infrared laser whose invisible grounded dot the bomb's seeker…head sought out。 The attacks were made almost simultaneously； just a minute apart from east to west at the six parallel bridges over the Songhua Jiang River at Harbin。 Each bridge had major pier abutments on the north and south bank。 Both were attacked in each case。 The bomb drops were easier than contractor tests； given the clear air and the total lack of defensive interference。 In every case； the first set of six bombs fell true； striking the targets at Mach…1 speed and penetrating in for a distance of twenty…five to thirty feet before exploding。 The weapons each had 535 pounds of Tritonal explosive。 Not a particularly large quantity； in tight confinement it nevertheless generated hellish power； rupturing the hundred of tons of concrete around it like so much porcelain； albeit without the noise one would expect from such an event。
Not content with this destruction； the second team of F…117s struck at the northern abutments； and smashed them as well。 The only lives directly lost were those of the engineer and fireman of a northbound diesel lootive pulling a trainload of ammunition for the army group across the Amur River； who were unable to stop their train before running over the edge。
The same performance was repeated in Bei'an； where five more bridges were dropped into the Wuyur He River； and in this dual stroke； which had lasted a mere twenty…one minutes； the supply line to the Chinese invasion force was sundered for all time to e。 The eight aircraft left over…they'd been a reserve force in case some of the bombs should fail to destroy their targets…headed for the loop siding near the Amur used by tank