He ordered one mortar team to fire one shell and then run like hell, just to see what would happen.
He didn’t know if the mortar had hit anything, but the mortar and the ammo they’d set out beside it exploded quite spectacularly.
His radio crackled with a transmission made in the clear. A woman’s voice came through to irritate him. “Colonel Suen? Yoohoo, anybody there?” The voice spoke Mandarin with only the tiniest hint of a provincial accent. Much like the voice his truck drivers had described so long ago, he realized.
“Colonel Suen here. Is this Empress Ping?”
The voice sounded delighted. “Oh, goody. So much for introductions.” The voice turned sober. “You’re probably thinking you can push through, kill my Amazons, and take the dam. I wanted to make sure you understood that not only
