Specialist Adolpho Littlefield flopped to his face and pointed his railgun up the hill, searching for targets.
The training was far cry from fighting the Posleen. Adolpho had spent most of his time in the war near the Harrisburg defense line. Fighting the Posleen in the open was generally suicide; only the ACS could really survive under direct Posleen fire. He’d spent most of the war servicing gatling guns in fixed positions.
But he’d been trained, long long ago, in the techniques of fire and maneuver. And better than half the volunteer recalls had training in it. So he was picking it up pretty quick. But, Lord God, was it tiring.
Fire and maneuver meant that while looking for targets you also had to spot your next cover position. Then, on command, you pushed yourself to your feet and sprinted forward while another group covered the movement of yours. Hit the ground fast, pop up to find targets and cover the next group as they moved.
There was a rave above his head as one of the AFV gunners fired at a target on the hilltop. Technically, that was their job. But he wasn’t real happy with 9mm rail rounds going by overhead. The exercise wasn’t using blanks or simunitions. The ‘enemy’ was dummies and some robots so they were authorized to shoot them up. But if one of those railgun rounds hit him he was going to be paste.
“Bravo Team, move!”
Push to his feet, sprint uphill through the underbrush, find another tree to hide behind. Suddenly, his harness started to blink red lights.
“What the fuck?”
“You are an… artillery casualty,” a soft contralto said. “You are graded as… terminated.”
“Motherfucker!”
“Where in the hell is the counterbattery?” Cutprice asked as more units dropped off the screen. “RTO, call battalion and tell them we’re getting slaughtered by artillery out here. And for some reason we can’t get any.”
“Bravo Battery just got graded as 50 percent casualties,” Specialist Simmons said.
Lieutenant Colonel Nathaniel Moberly had been a cannon cocker back when that was a real term. He’d been a battery commander in Vietnam, had once had a wife named Helga as a result of one of many trips to the Federal Republic of Germany and had, in his time, been associated with everything from 105 towed shorties to MLRS.
But the quality of Hedren counter-battery was taking him by surprise.
“Remind all batteries to immediately displace on firing,” Moberly said. “And ask Delta why we’re still taking fire. I want those Hedren batteries silenced. And keep and eye out for Hedren probes. They’re bound to be looking for us.”
“What the hell?” Cutprice said as the M84 by his ear started firing up and to the left. It wasn’t the right angle for artillery fire.
“Sir!” Specialist Riley shouted. “BFT says we’re auto-engaging a Hedren probe rocket. That’s their version of a… ”
“UAV,” Cutprice finished. “Command team! Four hundred meters west! Now! Now! Now!”
“Lieutenant John Mullins,” the BFT chimed. “Captain Thomas Cutprice is graded as… terminated. You are now… Commander… Pro Tem of… Bravo Company… First Battalion Fourteenth Infantry Regiment. Congratulations on your… temporary assumption of command.”
Mullins sighed and looked at the screen in his track. He’d spent most of his military career in special operations and more or less been shang-haied by that bastard Cutprice into the Ten Thousand. Even then, Cutprice had made him a fucking adjutant of all things.
Now he was supposed to take over a company that was getting bogged down and wasted by artillery fire.
But he’d been watching the tactical situation and knew that Cutter had gotten way too involved with what looked like an over armed Observation Post.
“First and Third Platoons,” Mullins said. “Hammer down the road. Third dismount on the target. Kill anything there and then get back in your tracks and continue the movement. Second Platoon, swing your tracks back onto Highway Eight and link up there with your dismounts. All tracks maintain maneuvering. Mortars, discontinue fire on objective and see if you can get counter-battery information for those fucking Hedren mortars. Everybody: Boot their ass, don’t piss on them. Log team, displace.”
“The Hedren are shooting and moving just like we are,” Gist said, pointing at the screen. “So far, we’ve been dodging their arty and they’ve been dodging ours. Well, we’ve mostly been dodging.”
“Okay,” Lieutenant Todd said. “Pull up a terrain map with all their previous locations on it.”
“Yes, sir,” Gist said.
The former head of the Infantry Mortar Board considered the terrain map and then grinned.
“Target this location,” he said, pointing to a clearing off of Highway Eight.
“There’s nothing there,” Gist said.
“That we know of,” Richards replied. “But they’ve fired from here, here, here and here. They’ve been moving backwards on the road and pulling off to fire in open areas. The next open area is… ”
“Mortars, stand by for targeting orders,” Gist said, grinning.
“How many RAP rounds do we have?” Captain Ellis Benford asked.
The commander of Delta Battery Second Battalion One Hundred Sixty-Seventh Artillery Regiment (Detached) was getting tired of Regiment asking when they were going to silence the Hedren artillery. They’d already taken two near misses from counter battery and he was also tired of that.
Delta Battery was six 200mm howitzers that were tasked to the 1/14th Regiment. The overall battalion had four batteries, Alpha, Bravo, Charlie and Delta. Alpha, Bravo and Charlie were 155s tasked to the individual teams of the overall regiment, a Team being one of the battalions with engineering and tank supports.
Delta was the personal shotgun of the Regimental commander and since it had more range and power than the 155s was normally used for counter-battery.
The problem was the guy running the Hedren size of the maneuver was smart. He had the Hedren shooting and moving very fast. And, worse, their damned anti-artillery system kept shooting down the human fire before it could hit.
“Twenty-four,” Lieutenant Howard said, frowning. “But the Hedren artillery is well in range of… ”
“It’s in range,” Benford said, looking at the screen. “But when we fire at it we have to fire at high angle. That gives the anti-artillery system more time to engage. The next counter battery use the RAP rounds. Warhead cluster munitions. That way they’ll also have about a bazillion targets. Let’s see if they like them apples. And see if Log has any more they can get up to us.”
“Section, fifteen rounds, contact, on command.”
“Two gun, up!” Keren replied. One and Four came up nearly as fast.
“Fire at will!”
“Oh fuck!” the major shouted. “Those fucking bastards!”
“Wasn’t that where your mortars used to be,” the Opposition Forces colonel said, smiling slightly.
“They hit me before my last round was out! Who told them where I was? Where’s the fucking Himmit?”
“Well, they also just took out my primary artillery,” the colonel said. “Nuked the fuck out of it with cluster munitions, cheating bastards. They took some casualties but I think this action is just about over.”