"William W. Johnstone - Ashes 13 - Fury In The Ashes" - читать интересную книгу автора (Johnstone William W)

Alaska. Ike says there is a good possibility
that there are adequate ships still anchored in ports in
Alaska that are suitable for our use. If we find
that is the case, we'll load up and
head for Europe from Northstar. If not, it's back
to the East Coast for us.
"All right, Coop, check out the wagon.
Corrie, advise all commanders we shove off at
0500. Linda, get your gear together and Beth will show
you how we pack the wagon. Let's go, people, we've
got a war to fight."
From the blue waters of the Pacific east to the
Nevada line, main battle tanks began roaring
into life; M-42 Dusters as well, almost
petite next to the big MBT'S cranked up.
Dozens of tanker trucks, carrying
precious fuel, made ready to pull out. Rebels
broke camp, packed up, and tossed their gear into the
backs of deuce-and-a-halfs and climbed in.
155mm self-propelled howitzers coughed
into life and lumbered into their positions in the lines.
The RDF light tanks moved forward, most
equipped with 75mm cannon, a few with 76mm
cannon, which operate with about the same pressure as
a 105mm.
"Scouts out?" Ben asked Corrie.
"Yes, sir. Colonel Gray sent his people out an
hour ago. They're in position ranging three
to five miles in front of the main columns."
"Load up and move to the front of the column,"
Ben told his team. "I'll meet you up the line."
Ben walked from his quarters to the front of the long
column, chatting with Rebels along the way, his
M-14, affectionately referred to as a Thunder
Lizard, slung on one shoulder.
"Come on, boys and girls!" Ben heard Sergeant
Major Adamson roar. "Grandma moved faster
than this."
"Here we go again, General!" a woman called from the
cab of a truck.
"You bet, Jenny," Ben shouted back.
"Time to kick ass and take names."
"What'd you do with the old sergeant major?" another
Rebel shouted.
"I retired him to a desk back at Base
Camp One. You all know and love Adamson."
Friendly boos and jeers greeted that, but Ben knew it
meant nothing. Adamson was a former French Foreign
Legionnaire who was all soldier and all
Rebel. The men and women of the Rebel army liked