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tc.redstormrising-第139部分

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the west。
〃Right; he's a smart soldier;〃 Nichols announced。 〃He's sending out a patrol to make certain the area's secure。〃
〃What do we do about it?〃 Edwards asked。
〃What do you think; Leftenant?〃
〃Our orders are to sit tight。 So we sit tight and hope they don't see us。〃
〃Not likely they will; you know。 I shouldn't think they'd climb down…must be eight hundred feet…then cross that rock yard; then climb up here just to see if any Yanks are about。 Remember; the only reason we know they're there is that we saw their helicopter。〃
Otherwise we might have walked right into them; and that would have been that; Edwards reminded himself。 I won't be safe until I'm back home in Maine。 〃Is that more of them?〃
〃Must be at least a platoon over there。 That is rather clever of our friends; isn't it?〃
Edwards got on the radio to report this development to Doghouse while the Marines kept track of the Russians。
〃A platoon?〃
〃That's Sergeant Nichols's estimate。 Kinda hard to count heads from three miles away; fella。〃
〃Okay; we'll pass that one along。 Any air activity。?〃
〃Haven't seen any aircraft at all since yesterday。〃
〃How about Stykkisholmur?〃
〃Too far to make anything out。 We still can see those four…by…fours sitting in the street; but no armored vehicles。 I'd say they had a small garrison force there to keep an eye on the port。 The fishing boats aren't going anywhere。〃
〃Very well。 Good report; Beagle。 Hang in there。〃 The major switched off and turned to his neighbor at the munications console。 〃It's a shame to keep them in the dark like this; isn't it?〃
The SOE man sipped at his tea。 〃It would be a greater shame to blow the operation。〃
Edwards didn't take the radio apart; but left it leaning against a rock。 Vigdis was still asleep on a flat ledge twenty feet below the top。 Sleep was about the most attractive thing Edwards could think of at the moment。
〃They're heading in this direction;〃 Garcia said。 He handed the glasses to Edwards。 Smith and Nichols were conferring a few yards away。
Mike trained the binoculars on the Russians。 He told himself that to have them e right to his position was a very low order of probability。 Keep telling yourself that。 He shifted his glasses to the Russian observation post。
〃There it is again;〃 the sergeant told his lieutenant。
〃What's that?〃
〃I saw a flash from that hilltop; sun reflected off something。〃
〃A shiny rock;〃 the lieutenant snorted; not taking the time to look。 〃rade Lieutenant!〃 The officer turned at the sharp tone to see a rock flying through the air at his face。 He caught it; and was too surprised to be angry。 〃How shiny does that rock look?〃
〃An old can; then! We've found enough trash here from tourists and mountain climbers; haven't we?〃
〃Then why does it e and go and e back?〃
The lieutenant got visibly angry at last。 〃Sergeant; I know you have a year's bat experience in Afghanistan。 I know I am a new officer。 But I am a Goddamned officer and you are a Goddamned sergeant!〃
The wonders of our classless society; the sergeant thought; continuing to look at his officer。 Few officers could bear his look。
〃Very well; Sergeant。 You tell them。〃 The lieutenant pointed at the radio。
〃Markhovskiy; before you e back; check out the hilltop to your right。〃
〃But it's two hundred meters high!〃 the squad leader shot back。
〃Correct。 It shouldn't take long at all;〃 the platoon sergeant said fortingly。

USS INDEPENDENCE
Toland switched viewgraphs; in the projector。 〃Okay; these satellite shots are less than three hours old。 Ivan has three mobile radars; here; here; and here。 He moves them about daily…meaning that one's probably been moved already…and usually has two operating around the clock。 At Keflavik we have five SA…11 launch vehicles; four birds per vehicle。 This SAM is very bad news。 You've all been briefed on its known capabilities; and you'd better figure on a few hundred hand…held SAMs; too。 The photo shows six mobile antiaircraft guns。 We don't see any fixed ones。 They're there; gentlemen; they're just camouflaged。 At least five; perhaps as many as ten MiG…29 fighter interceptors。 This used to be a regiment until the guys from Nimitz cut them down to size。 Remember that the ones who're left are the ones who survived two squadrons of Tomcats。 That is the opposition at Keflavik。〃
Toland stepped aside while the wing operations officer went over the mission profile。 It sounded impressive to Toland。 He hoped it would be so for the Russians。
The curtain went up fifty minutes later。 The first aircraft launched for the strike were the E…2C Hawkeyes。 Acpanied by fighters; they flew to within eighty miles of the Icelandic coast and radiated their own radar coverage all over the formation。 More Hawkeyes reached farther out to cover the formation from possible air…and submarine…launched missile attack。

KEFLAVIK; ICELAND
Ground…based Soviet radar detected the Hawkeyes even before their powerful systems went active。 They could see two of the slow propeller…driven aircraft hovering beyond SAM range; each acpanied by two other aircraft whose extended figure…eight…course tracks denoted them as Tomcat interceptors guarding the Hawkeyes。 The alarm was sounded。 Fighter pilots boarded their aircraft while missile and gun crews raced to their stations。
The fighter…force mander was a major with three kills to his credit…but who had learned the virtue of caution the hard way。 He'd been shot down once already。 The Americans had sprung one trap on his regiment and he had no wish to participate in a second。 If this was an attack and not a feint to draw out what fighters remained on Iceland…how would he know? He reached his decision。 On the major's mand; the fighters lifted off; climbed to twenty thousand feet; and orbited over the peninsula; conserving their fuel and remaining over land; where they could be supported by friendly SAMs。 They had exercised carefully the previous few days with these tactics; and were as confident as they could be that the missile crews could distinguish between friendly and unfriendly aircraft。 When they got to altitude; their radar threat receivers told them of more American Hawkeyes to the east and west。 The information was relayed home with a request for a strike by the Backfires。 What they got back was a request to identify the American fleet's location and position。 The air…base mander didn't bother forwarding that。 The Soviet fighter mander swore under his breath。 The American radar aircraft were prime targets; and tantalizingly within reach。 With a full regiment; he'd streak after them and risk losses from their fighter escorts; but he was sure that that was precisely what the Americans were hoping he'd do。
The Intruders went in first; skimming above the wavetops from the south at five hundred knots; Standard…ARM missiles hanging from their wings。 More Tomcat fighters were behind them at high altitude。 When the fighters; passed the radar aircraft; they illuminated the circling MiGs with their radars and began to fire off Phoenix missiles。
The MiGs couldn't ignore them。 The Soviet fighters separated into two…plane elements and scattered; coached from their ground…based radar controllers。
The Intruders popped up at a range of thirty miles; just outside range of the SAMs; and loosed four Standard…ARM missiles each; which homed in on the Russian search radars。 The Russian radar operators faced a cruel choice。 They could leave their search radars on and almost certainly have them destroyed or turn them off and lessen the chance…and pletely lose track of the overhead air battle。 They chose a middle ground。 The Soviet SAM mander ordered his men to flip their systems on and off at random intervals; hoping to confuse the ining missiles while keeping tenuous coverage of the ining strike。 The missile flight time was just over a minute; and most of the radar crews took the time to switch their systems off and leave them off…each misunderstanding the order in the most advantageous manner。
The Phoenixes arrived first。 The MiG pilots suddenly lost their ground…control guidance; but kept maneuvering。 One aircraft had four missiles targeted; and evaded two missiles only to blunder into another one。 The major in mand swore at his inability to hit back as he tried to think of something that would work。
Next came the Standard…ARMs。 The Russians had three air…search radars and three more for missile…acquisition。 All had been turned on when the first alarm sounded; then all had gone black after the missiles had been detected in the air。 The Standards were only partially confused。 Their guidance systems had been designed to record the position of a radar in case it did go off the air; and they homed in on those positions now。 The missiles killed two transmitters entirely and damaged two others。
The American mission mander was annoyed。 The Russian fighters were not cooperating。 They hadn't e out even when the Intruders had popped up…he'd had more fighters waiting low for that eventuality。 But the Soviet radars were down。 He gave the next order。 Three squadrons of F/A…18 Hornets streaked in low from the north。
The Russian air…defense mander ordered his radars back on; saw that no more missiles were in the air; and soon picked up the low…flying Hornets。 The MiG mander saw the America
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