With a start, Mansfeld’s eyes opened. He turned to the left. With a lurch, he hurried to his desk and sat down, making the chair squeak. Switching on his computer, he spoke to the communications people.
“Put me through to the Chancellor,” Mansfeld said.
“Sir?” asked a major.
“You heard me. Do it at once.”
“I-It may take some time, sir.”
“This is a national emergency,” Mansfeld said.
The major nodded, and Mansfeld waited. The wait lasted all of seven minutes.
Chancellor Kleist appeared on the screen, watching Mansfeld with his cold gaze.
“This may not be a secure link,” Mansfeld said.
“I am aware of that,” Kleist said.
Mansfeld knew he saw the future clearly, but how should he word this to Kleist? He cleared his throat, saying, “Sir, we need reinforcements.”
“Reinforcements are already on their way, General.”
“I mean a major infusion of blood, sir,” Mansfeld said, “perhaps another half a million troops.”
“Explain yourself,” Kleist said.
“First, I would to like to point out that a key principle of war that I first pointed out to you many months ago still holds true for us today.”
“Refresh my memory,” Kleist said.
“There is usually at least one decisive moment in a conflict,” Mansfeld said. “Everything else may be very close fought. But the decisive moment decides everything. Later, one side utterly crushes the other, but it could have gone the other way if the decisive moment had been different.”
“I see,” Kleist said.
This was hard to say, but Mansfeld knew he must. He saw reality and he could see the future. “Sir,” he said, “the decisive moment went to the Americans during this campaign.”
Kleist watched him the way a hawk perched on a rock would watch a nervous rabbit crawling out into the choicest grass. It seemed as if the Chancellor’s features became like granite. In a deceptively smooth voice, Kleist said, “If you will recall, General, you assured me several days ago that you could still win through to victory.”
“I could have, sir,” Mansfeld said. “The space attack wasn’t the decisive moment. It was important, to be sure, but I still had a chance. The Americans…the Americans reinforced Syracuse with just enough soldiers to hold the city. That was the critical point with everything balanced on the outcome.”
“I’m not sure I can agree with that,” Kleist said. He waved down Mansfeld before the general could protest. “For the sake of your argument, let us call Syracuse the second decisive moment.”
Rage washed through Mansfeld. He wished he could punch the Chancellor in the face, the smug bastard. He had not failed. The others had failed him. If he had received the needed army group in New Jersey as planned…
“I have sent you reinforcements,” Kleist said, sharply. “The Atlantic convoy includes several new divisions. Yet now you seek half a million more soldiers. Are you well, General, or have these defeats unhinged your reasoning?”
“Respectfully, sir, I haven’t been defeated.”
“That is interesting,” Kleist said. “Do you mean to say that the Americans did not stop you at Syracuse?”
“That was not a defeat in the classic sense. I merely…did not break through their lines.”
“You failed, in other words,” Kleist said.
Mansfeld’s back stiffened. “Chancellor—”
“There will be no half a million extra troops, General,” Kleist said, coldly. “You will need to rectify the situation with the extra divisions already on the way.”
It’s time to tell him how the future will go. He failed me, and he has the gall to act as if he’s superior to me. What a fraud. What a terrible joke.
“Let me put it more bluntly, sir,” Mansfeld said. “We cannot hold our present positions unless you substantially reinforce the Expeditionary Force.”
Kleist sat back, and he seemed to choose his words more carefully. “You surprise me, General. You have won practically every encounter. Buffalo has fallen. You crossed Lake Ontario. You took almost all of Southwestern Ontario. You have more forces moving up to Syracuse—”
“Excuse me, sir,” Mansfeld said, “but I know what the Americans are going to do next. I know how they will end-run us.”
“If you know, stop them.”
“I will—if I receive large enough reinforcements. Otherwise, sir, I respectfully suggest we retreat back to Quebec.”
Kleist stared hard at Mansfeld. “What’s come over you?”
“Do you have a map handy?”
“I do, but—”
“I suggest you glance at it so you’ll understand what I’m saying.”
Kleist’s eyes narrowed. After a time, he nodded.
“Massive Canadian reinforcements are pouring in from Manitoba,” Mansfeld said, crisply. “The Americans entrained them so the Canadians could move at speed. Presently, those soldiers have headed for Syracuse. Their numbers will nullify my own on the way from the Niagara Peninsula. It is critical to understand that American force and my force are evenly matched in most places. It is true the Americans have a slight edge in Southwestern Ontario. We have a slight edge up north along the US-Quebec border. If I were the American commander, I would stabilize Syracuse as he is doing. Afterward, I would heavily reinforce the north and storm my way to Montreal.”
“Then you must reinforce Montreal,” Kleist said.
“The distances are much shorter for them, as they have the advantage of the interior position. We are strung out, as we had hoped to trap over one million Americans. Chancellor, if they can take Montreal and trap our Expeditionary Force, our cause will be lost in North America. Therefore, sir, I respectfully suggest we pull back and protect our client state of Quebec while keeping the Expeditionary Force intact for use next year. We almost won a decisive victory. It was very close run. But the US space weapon knocked the linchpin out of our plan and I was unable to rectify the loss by storming through Syracuse.”
“No,” Kleist said, pointing his middle finger at Mansfeld, stabbing it at him. “This is ridiculous. You say you cannot defend your gains. I suggest you simply draw off enough excess troops from elsewhere and hold Montreal. Do not let them take your main supply base.”
Why can’t he see it? Why am I so able to see the future but others cannot? Maybe if I explain it to him in detail he will comprehend.
“Sir, we almost achieved the great goal. But because the Chinese and Brazilians refused to attack this year, it allowed the American and Canadians to gather just enough excess force against us. We are stretched too thin now. If we had encircled them with Kaltenbrunner’s troops, everything would be different. With the American holding onto Syracuse—”
“Now you listen to me, General,” Kleist said, leaning forward. “I am not about to let you run away with your tail between your legs. I cannot afford the world to see GD troops fleeing in fright. You have defeated and destroyed great numbers of enemy, and you have captured a great area. Break through the Americans in Syracuse. You still have time and I know you have the means. You have heavy tanks and III Armored Corps coming. Win at Syracuse, race to Albany and New York City. Encircle what you can and squeeze the Americans in New England. You must secure your victories and next year, when the Chinese attack, we will break out of the New England-Ontario area and win even more for the GD. I refuse to let you retreat to Quebec and molder away in that tiny shell of a country.”
“Sir, I know you can’t see what I foresee—”
Kleist barked laughter, making Mansfeld falter. Then the Chancellor grinned mirthlessly. “You have a choice, General. Either you obey my orders or you will hand over your command to General Zeller. If you have lost your nerve, tell me now. But I tell you this. If you come home now, you will not enjoy the reception. This I guarantee you.”