“They’re breaking apart,” Mitterschmidt said to Nam Thay. “Let’s move forward.”
“Sir, there are still the aircraft. You can’t be injured here.”
“I won’t be. We must press forward.”
“Then please, along the canal levee. There, I think, the bombers have been ordered not to hit.”
“You say that. My film shows otherwise. Okay. Either way we’ll be there for the greatest rout of the war.”
“We can’t let the yuon drive succeed,” Eng whispered to Nang. “Those were our orders.”
“Let them rest,” Nang whispered. His tone was soothing, smooth, masking great agitation. The two had pushed the battalion of yotheas to the limit of human endurance. Throughout the night they had attacked and destroyed small rear elements of their ally. The NVA 209th’s rear transfer station for wounded had been first, alo
