"Head north," Alekseyev said over the headset.
"Comrade General, if we head north-" the pilot started to say.
"I said head north! Keep low," he added.
The heavily armed Mi-24 swooped low abruptly. Alekseyev's gorge rose in his throat as the pilot tried to get even with him for giving the stupid, dangerous order. He sat in the back, hanging on to the seatbelt and leaning out the left-side door to see what he could. The helicopter jinked violently left and right, up and down-the pilot knew the dangers here.
"There!" Alekseyev called. "Ten o'clock. I see-American or German? Tanks at ten o'clock."
"I see some missile vehicles, too, Comrade General. Do you wish to see them more closely?" the pilot inquired acidly. He brought the chopper down a wooded road, barely two meters above the pavement as he dipped out of sight.
"That was at least a battalion," the General said.
"I'd say more," the pilot commented. He was at full power, his nose low for maximum speed, and his eyes scanned ahead for enemy aircraft.
The General fumbled with his map. He had to sit down and strap in to use both hands on it. "My God, this far south?"
"As I told you," the pilot answered over the intercom, "they have staged a breakthrough."
"How close can you go to Alfeld?"
'That depends on how much the General wishes to be alive tonight." Alekseyev noted the fear and anger in the words, and reminded himself that the captain flying his helicopter was already twice a Hero of the Soviet Union for his daring over the battlefield.
"As close as you think safe, Comrade Captain. I must see for myself what the enemy is doing."
"Understood. Hang on, it will be a very rough ride." The Mi-24 jumped up to avoid some power lines, then dropped again like a stone. Alekseyev winced at how close to the ground they stopped. "Enemy aircraft overhead. Look like the Devil's Cross... four of them heading west."
They passed over a-not a road, Alekseyev thought, a grassy strip with tracked vehicles on it. The grass had been churned to bare dirt. He checked his map. This route led to Alfeld.
"I will cross over the Leine and approach Alfeld from the east. That way we'll be over friendly troops if anything happens," the pilot advised. Immediately thereafter the aircraft jumped up and down again. Alekseyev caught a glimpse of tanks on the ridge as they raced past. Many of them. A few strings of tracer bullets reached out at the chopper, but fell behind. "Quite a few tanks there, Comrade General. I'd say a regimental force. The tank-repair yard is to the south-what's left of it-shit! Enemy helicopters to the south!"
The aircraft stopped and pivoted in the air. There was a roar as an air-to-air missile leaped off the wingtip, then the Mi-24 started moving again. It jinked up, then down hard, and the General saw a smoke trail go overhead.
"That was close."
"Did you get him?"
"Does the General wish me to stop and see? What's that? That wasn't here before."
The chopper stopped briefly. Alekseyev saw burning vehicles and running men. The tanks were old T-55s... this was the counterattack he'd been told about! Smashed. A minute later he saw vehicles assembling for another effort.
"I've seen enough. Straight to Stendal as fast as you can." The General leaned back with his maps and tried to formulate a clear picture of what he'd seen. Half an hour later the helicopter flared and landed.
"You were right, Pasha," CINC-West said as soon as he walked into the operations room. He held three reconnaissance photographs.
"Twenty-Sixth Motor-Rifle's initial attack was crushed two kilometers in front of enemy lines. When I flew over, they were re-forming for another. This is a mistake," Alekseyev said with quiet urgency. "If we want that position back, we have to attack with full preparation."
"We must have that bridgehead back in our hands as quickly as possible."
"Fine. Tell Beregovoy to detach two of his units and drive back east."
"We can't abandon the Weser crossing!"
"Comrade General, either we pull those units back or we let NATO destroy them in place. That is the only choice we have at the moment."
"No. Once we get Alfeld back, we can reinforce. That will defeat the counterattack on their flank and allow us to continue the advance."
"What do we have to strike Alfeld with?"
"Three divisions are en route now-"
Alekseyev scanned the unit designations on the map. "They're all C formations!"
"Yes. I had to divert most of my B units north. NATO counterattacked at Hamburg as well. Cheer up, Pasha, we have many C units coming onto the front."
Wonderful All these old, fat, out-of-practice reservists are marching to a front held by battle-seasoned troops.
"Wait until all three divisions are in place. Get their artillery up front first so that we can pound the NATO positions. What about Gronau?"
"The Germans crossed the Leine there, but we have them contained. Two divisions are moving to attack there also."
