“Yes.”
“You will desert us when the battle goes poorly.”
Was it a statement or a question? Zeus wasn’t sure.
“I’m not going to leave you,” said Zeus. “I’ve already fought against their invasion force. And the tanks. I’m not a coward.”
Tri nodded.
They went back to the table and mapped out a plan. Zeus wanted the armor brigade to disengage in the north and come south, where it might be more useful. But the only good route was on the roads already held by the Chinese.
“Use bad roads,” said Christian when Chau told him the problem. “They’re useless up there. They’re getting cut to pieces. At least save them so we can use them against their infantry, for Christ’s sake.”
They found a succession of mining roads that might be used, but the travel would take considerable time — the tanks wouldn’t be available until after the storm hit. But this was better than having them waste themselves against the Chinese at Tien Yen.
One of the Vietnamese officers objected. He worried that the people in the city, seeing the fighting stop, would think that they had been abandoned.
“We can’t worry about what people think,” said Christian. “We need to win the fight.”
“Don’t let them think it’s over,” said Zeus. “Leave a small force to engage the Chinese. That’s better in any event. The Chinese will stay there.”
Zeus’s ideas were not particularly foreign to the Vietnamese, who realized the Chinese became more vulnerable the faster their tanks moved. The roads and surrounding areas were already mined. The home guard was dug in. The situation was far too dire to be optimistic — that would have been foolhardy. But as a long shot, it was at least doable.
The storm would arrive, and the Chinese advance would slow by necessity. After that, who knew?
At the end of the session, Zeus volunteered to go with one of colonels visiting a battalion directly in the Chinese path, a little north of the intersection.
“I’ll go, too,” said Christian.
“One of us probably ought to stay here,” Zeus told him.
“Hell no, I’m not missing the fun,” said Christian.
Chau reluctantly agreed to go with them.
They hopped into the bed of a Toyota pickup that had been requisitioned from a civilian several days before. Zeus had to insist that he didn’t want to sit in the front seat, claiming to the translator that he had a problem with his legs and needed to be able to stretch out.
Glad to have ducked the privilege of squeezing four across in the front of the truck, Zeus checked in with Perry.
“Major?”
“General, I’m sorry to bother you. I didn’t know if you were still sleeping or — ”
“No, no, just having something to eat.” Light music was playing in the background; Perry had gone to one of the Hanoi hotels. “Give me a minute to get somewhere secure. I’ll call you back.”
Zeus turned the phone off, holding it in his lap. Christian was curled against the side of the pickup, trying to catch a quick nap despite being constantly jostled. Chau stared at the road behind them, lost in his thoughts.
Zeus’s sat phone buzzed a few minutes later.
“What’s the situation?” said Perry as soon as the connection went through.
“Not the best, but not lost, either.” Zeus told him about the plans. “How about the Stabbers?” he asked Perry after his brief. “They have some T-55s and T-54s. We could possibly get a volley or two, take out the first Chinese tanks.”
“We’re arranging weapons,” said Perry. “I wouldn’t count on much within the next twenty-four hours.”
“Yes, sir.”
Perry told him that artillery was being brought in from the south. But even that seemed tenuous.
“Latest figures are thirty-eight tanks in the lead group coming down the highway,” said Perry. “Another eighteen about five miles behind. The Chinese are running them without infantry.”
“Interesting,” said Zeus.
“They may know about the storm and are trying to get to Hai Phong ahead of it. Or else their infantry is just slow. Take your pick.”
Tanks without troops around them were vulnerable. Though it was not necessarily easy to convince a soldier facing them of that.
“Zeus, before you sign off…”
“Yes, General?”
“Things get sticky up there, you and Christian are to bail out. You understand me?”
“Yes, sir.”
“No ‘yes, sir’ bullshit, Murphy. You understand what I’m telling you? You’ve taken far too many risks — far, far too many. Do you understand? I want you back here in one piece.”
Zeus suddenly felt his throat tighten. He remembered his promise to Tri.
“Yes, sir,” he told the general.
“You bug out
“Understood.”
Zeus clicked off the phone.
The problem was, their biggest caliber weapons were rocket-propelled grenades and man-portable mortars — nothing big enough to take out a main battle tank.
Zeus and Christian walked along the highway with the commander of the company charged with facing the Chinese at the road itself. This was the hardest task, and the best troops had been assigned to it.
A drizzle started as they set out. A light, on-and-off spritz, it seemed almost pleasant. The wind, not yet that strong, felt warm and tropical.
The company’s entire store of antitank mines — a dozen — had been placed about a half mile from a small bridge crossing. Vietnamese sappers were installing demolitions on the bridge when they arrived.
“Better to put the mines in the ravine,” suggested Zeus. “Blow the bridge when the lead tank gets to it. Then the tanks are likely to hit the mines once they try to cross.”
The commander agreed. Christian went to inspect the engineers’ work, then came back with an idea.
“They’ve got some explosive left over,” he said. “We can make an IED.”
They drove the truck across to the other side of the bridge and arranged it to look as if it had been abandoned. Christian loaded the explosives in the cab. Meanwhile, Zeus and the company commander moved the infantry back, trying to get them hidden so they could fire at the tanks from behind once they were stopped. If there had been support vehicles with the tanks, the ambush would have made more sense, providing them with easier targets. Zeus thought the grenades would simply bounce off the tank’s thick skin.
There was a second bridge about a half mile farther west. When Zeus went to inspect it, he found a trio of young soldiers crouched at the edge of the ravine. Each had two grenades in his hand. When the tanks stopped, they would run behind them, climb up, and drop the grenades in the open hatches.
The plan bordered on suicidal. Two more teams were similarly armed and prepared on the other side of the road.
“This doesn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of working,” whispered Christian as they walked back to the small rise where the platoon commander had stationed himself. “Maybe they knock out six tanks.”
“Better than nothing,” said Zeus, though in fact he wasn’t sure it was.
There’s wasn’t time to come up with a better plan — the sound of approaching tank engines rose above the growing howl of the wind.
