The northern and western defense lines kept being overrun, and then the enemy advanced from the southwest as well. In the end, their remaining troops simply collapsed in the face of the enemy onslaught, and finally, all that was left were the two of them and three other people standing in front of where the portal beacon was, hoping like hell that the portal would open on time. The few remaining cyborg soldiers were up at the entrance of the lane, ordered to protect the portal site to the last cyborg.

Chapter 18

Portal

Andrew could see a barricade with troops manning it about a hundred meters along, and from his perch on top of the APC, Andrew could see there was a similar barricade on the far side, perhaps two hundred meters or more beyond the first barricade, that was blocking this road almost to where this road reached the main road they had advanced up earlier. There were heaps of vehicles, including proper tanks, over on that side, which was probably why the officer brought them around this way, where very few vehicles were blocking the way. There was a road off to the right that the officer’s APC pulled up across, giving Andrew’s APC room to park next to them.

“Their portal’s at the end of that alley up ahead there on the left. We can bomb the thing, but we don’t want to damage the city more than we have to,, so we were wondering if you could do something about it. There are at least two mentalists in there who refuse to surrender. We think they’re waiting for the gate to open so they can escape. We’re not sure how many other people are down there. Every drone we’ve put up gets obliterated.”

Andrew cocked his head as he considered the situation.

“You can’t get closer by going through the buildings?”

“We tried that, but they seem to be able to sense us coming, and they’ve collapsed the buildings all around the area where they are, which is making it difficult.” The officer replied.

Andrew could now see that he was a Major from the collar tabs. The man paused before continuing.

“We could just wait for them to go, but we’re worried that they’ll bring in more reinforcements or perhaps some sort of biological weapon or even nuclear.”

Andrew nodded. Now, that was a valid point he hadn’t considered before. With a portal, they could just leave a bomb, either nuclear or biological, and simply walk away through the portal. Damn! All right. Time to earn the big bucks. More likely biological, he decided. Something they had a vaccine for that they could release to decimate us locals and then waltz back in later to minimal opposition.

“Can I have permission to do a deal with them if they will surrender?”

The Major scratched his head as he considered this point.

“Shit. Yeah, if you can come up with some way of guaranteeing there are no further portals opening down there, then yes, you have permission to do a deal. Intelligence says to look for a long rectangular object, probably buried in cement, that will be the portal beacon. If you destroy that, it will make it very hard for them to find us again.”

Toshiro stared off into space for a moment.

“How much damage did they do?”

“Very little. The enemy mentalist you reported from the southern front snuck forward and took out our mentalist and then commanded all the women and children to throw their munitions over the bridge into the river and flee to their side of the bridge. Our own troops shot quite a few of them before they got clear of the bridge, but then that mentalist came across the bridge and demolished what forces we had left in that area.”

Toshiro sighed. “Well, Captain Tokigawa,” he picked up a com unit and set it to start recording. “Please record a factual accounting of our current military position and what our options are other than dying in place.”

The Captain rattled off a brief summary that covered pretty much everything he had told Toshiro and concluded that their position on this world was untenable and that they should retreat.

“I concur, Captain. For the record, I am declaring this invasion of failure. I am ordering all surviving personnel to retreat through the portal as soon as it reopens.”

He shut off the recording, pocketed it, and then began organizing the defense. He ordered the troops to start setting up barricades to block the streets and make it more difficult for the enemy to drive through an opposed. But there simply wasn’t all that much left that he could do anything with. The only good news was another mentalist appeared. He had been on the northern front, where he had been wounded, but did manage to extricate himself. He was junior to Toshiro and wasn’t impressed with Toshiro’s orders to retreat.

Somehow, he hadn’t faced any of the enemy’s strong mentalists and wasn’t impressed with Toshiro’s wariness about facing them. The only enemy mentalist Kobe Toyoda had faced he had killed, so he was dismissive of the enemy. Even so, when shown the numbers the enemy had on the front lines, even he had to admit the position was hopeless, at least without reinforcements from home.

Together, they set about shoring up the defenses as best they could, but it quickly became clear that it was an impossible task without fresh troops. They did their best to halt the enemy’s advance, but it was just impossible. As soon as they set up a strong defense line, hundreds of the drones he had been told about would descend on the defenses, wreaking havoc before the enemy ground troops advanced. As a result, the enemy ground forces would then have no problem punching through the defensive positionand moving on to the next.

Toyoda ran into the strong mentalist that had been deployed on the northern front, whom he had not previously faced. Somehow, he managed to survive, but it had been a close-run thing. He looked quite shaken when he returned to Toshiro and admitted that only an artillery shell exploding against the enemy mentalist’s shield, distracting her and knocking her to the ground, had allowed him to escape. The fact that a female mentalist had proved stronger than him was so shocking he’d blurted out the truth to Toshiro without trying to lie about it.

Toshiro felt hollow in the stomach. How could this disaster happen? They had been pushing the enemy back everywhere up until recently, but the enemy had clearly not been committing all their troops or at least only enough to stop his people from completely breaking through while they built up their reserves. Down south, the arrival of the Nuzeelanders and that damnable mentalist had reversed their fortunes. Three whole divisions of fresh troops was a staggering number for them to deploy out of the blue. “Anything else I need to know about?”

“We have indications that there are at least two more divisions following up their advance that are so far unengaged. It may well be that the units are reserves for the formations they have deployed, but we don’t think so.”

“Marvelous. What have we got left?”

“Not much, sir. According to the mechanics, there are two damaged gun carriages that they have just finished repairing that can be deployed, and they will have one tank repaired by tomorrow, but that’s all there is in the way of armor without reinforcements from home. Their drones have taken a massive toll on all our armored vehicles. We were organizing a combat group around six of the personnel carriers and roughly thirty cyborgs that have recovered sufficiently from injuries and damage to be put back on the front line.”

“There are approximately one hundred wounded ex-civilian soldiers that we can put back on the frontlines tomorrow as well. We have approximately a thousand male civilians we can arm that we hadn’t up until now because there unfit in one way or another, but apart from that, we’re basically scraping the bottom of the barrel unless we get reinforcements from home.”

“And how heavy  are the casualties the enemy has taken from those fresh divisions during their advance?”

“Because of the drones, their casualties have been light, sir. Maybe five percent tops.”

Toshiro shook his head. “And their divisions are what, sixteen or eighteen thousand men strong?”

“Probably more like twenty thousand, sir.”

The man looked scared and stiff despite trying to keep a blank expression on his face. He probably expected Toshiro would punish him for the bad news he had just delivered. Many commanders would, Toshiro knew. Toshiro had never felt any need to shoot the messenger, no matter how unhappy he was with the news he was receiving.

“What about arming the women?”

Captain Tokigawa snorted. “Besides the fact that we have never used women in combat, it is an idea that was discussed. Unfortunately, General Koga decided to use the women and children as suicide bombers. He had grenades and other devices strapped to them, with a mentalist commanding them to cross the bridge on the southwestern side of the city. The idea was that they would spread amongst the attackers and blow them up, hopefully breaching the entire front.”

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The next book will be The Harrecan Problem, the 2nd New Federation book which sees the re-appearance of and old friend.
After that it will be Taroniah at Sea followed by Kyron the Conqueror early next year.

I am not sure what, if anything, I will serialize after Ostraya is done.

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“The main headquarters is on the tenth floor, sir. They want to up there immediately, sir. The elevators are over here, sir.”

Toshiro’s head was still throbbing, but he was feeling somewhat better, and he followed the man to where the bank of elevators was. Once aboard one, he leaned up against the wall of the vehicle until the doors opened on the tenth floor. What was clearly a floor of normal offices had been rearranged to make it a usable command center. It was immediately evident that it had been done in a hurry and in a very ad hoc manner. What was also apparent was the confused state of all the staff. A regular army Captain pulled away from the crowd of what looked to be civilians, mostly with a few uniforms sprinkled amongst them, and came over to Toshiro and saluted.

“Captain Tokigawa, sir. As the senior remaining military mentalist, I have to inform you that you are now in command of the invasion.”

“What?” Toshiro said in surprise. “What happened to General Koga?”

“His command vehicle was hit by one of those big missiles of the enemy’s. No survivors. General Yamashita took command two days ago and went forward to study the situation as he had mostly been on the southern front. I don’t think he appreciated how fast the enemy was advancing and got caught near the front and killed by one of their mentalists, apparently. She appears to be nearly as strong as the one you’ve been facing down south.”

Toshiro shook his head, which wasn’t a good idea. “So what happened on the northern front? I thought things were going well?”

“They were until the enemy deployed three completely fresh divisions with armored vehicles and aircraft without any warning. Since then, they’ve been taking down our satellites as fast as we put them up, and we’ve run out of the rockets at the moment anyway. On top of that, they’ve developed these killer drones that hunt down our drones and take them out. It has really curtailed our intelligence gathering abilities and has meant that we had barely a few hours warning about the new units they were deploying.”

He pointed to a map that was on the wall of the building. There were red lines marking the enemy advances all over it.

“They punched through here, here, and here, catching us totally unprepared. Not that we would have been able to stop them anyway with the losses we’ve been taking. These are all new troops they have deployed, and they have taken the time to fully train them and combine them with the leavening of veterans from the north. Lots of armor, lots of artillery, and thousands of drones. They’ve clearly been stockpiling their drones rather than using too many of them too openly, so we were totally unprepared for literally swarms of them flooding the front lines.”

The man paused and shook his head.

“Tell me.” Toshiro encouraged him.

“They use them for recon, plus they have these hunter-killer ones that are designed to take down our drones, and then they have armed drones. Some carry one or two hand grenades, and others carry RPG rounds strapped to them. The ones with the RPG rounds they simply guide straight into our vehicles, kamikaze fashion, and they are almost impossible to stop. They just rolled right over our front lines and advanced nearly fifteen kilometers on the first day. They are only five kilometers north of the outskirts of this city now.”

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“You Harris?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Tell your driver to follow us. We’ve got a problem we’re hoping you can deal with.” The officer commanded.

“Righto, sir.”

Simpson communicated with the crew, and when the other APC drew ahead and turned left, they followed. The officer’s APC turned up the next street to the left, which ran at a bit of an angle, and then they crossed the main road and followed the APC up a narrow one-way alley the wrong way before reaching another main road, where they turned right. They took the next left, and then they reached a narrow lane opposite the large ornate building with classical columns, where they turned left again. This laneway looked to be a service way for the businesses that backed onto it, possibly.

Chapter 17

Failure

Toshiro Osawa had woken up in what he decided was the back of a native truck or utility vehicle. He was one of at least a dozen other men piled in the back tray compartment who showed signs of having been wounded. A couple of civilian medics were leaning against the back of the cab, watching the scenery go by as they raced up the fairly straight road.

“Where am I, and what’s going on?” He demanded, sitting up.

This proved not to be a good idea as his head started to throb and he saw stars, but he held himself together for a few moments, closing his eyes, and at least the stars went away.

“We’re on the road from Torquay to Gilong, sir.” One of the medics replied, studying him. Given the speed at which the vehicle was traveling, it was probably too much to expect for the man to come over and give him a once-over. “When it was discovered you were still alive, sir, we were ordered to get you back to headquarters as quickly as possible.”

In his groggy mental state, that statement made no sense. He needed to be at the front, shoring up the defenses before they crumbled completely.

“Why?” he demanded.

“I don’t know, sir. We’ve heard all sorts of rumors. What is clear is that the northern front is collapsing.”

“What? Even worse than down south where I was in command?”

“By all accounts, much worse, sir. It’s only hearsay, of course, and hopefully, they’ll be able to tell you more when we get to the headquarters building.”

Toshiro was finding it hard to keep his eyes open, so he nodded and settled back down against one of the other wounded soldiers, who seemed to be totally unconscious. When he awoke next, they were pulling up outside what you presumed was the headquarters building. He hadn’t been in Gilong since the start of the invasion, so although he had talked to people on the radio who were at headquarters, he didn’t actually know where it was.

Half a dozen armored cyborgs were standing around outside the main entrance, and a civilian with a medical armband was obviously waiting for him because he rushed over once the truck pulled over and the two medics on board started to help Toshiro out. Once that task was accomplished, the truck took off, leaving him to be led inside the building by the medical person.

When the man paused for a moment, possibly to try a different form of attack, Andrew lashed out with a lightning bolt and then a combination of both stun and sleep. At the same time, he used his left hand a squeeze Simpson’s thigh as she leveled her gun over his shoulder. Boom. The man dropped like a sack of potatoes, and when they reached him, they could see a nice hole in the middle of his forehead.

“Night shot, Simpson.”

She smiled brightly at him. “We make a good team, don’t we? Why don’t you call me Jess, Andrew.”

He smiled back, momentarily forgetting his surroundings. A fusillade of shots that pounded into his shield recalled him to the situation, and he looked around to see where they were coming from. There appeared to be Japanese further down the road in the trees on the left. He threw a series of fireballs, using his feel of their mental position with his eyes closed. When he opened his eyes again, a whole bunch of trees were on fire down the road a bit further.

The shooting stopped, so they began advancing again.

“You’re really a one-man army, aren’t you?” She said.

“No, where a two-person army.”

She made some sort of noise that he couldn’t quite work out whether it was a word or what it was, but he could feel, magically, that she was happy as she walked along behind him. They came under fire again almost immediately from what looked like the stands of a football stadium. Simpson fired on a fellow who then tumbled out of the stands into the road in a classic move dive. There was at least one more, so he felt for him magically and then spotted him and did a narrow push pencil thin. The fellow collapsed, and they continued their move down the street. He heard the sound of vehicles behind him and, looking over his shoulder, could see what looked like the whole Nuzeeland army advancing down the road behind them.

They stepped over to the side of the road and let the army rumble past. The APC they’d been traveling all the way on pulled up in front of them, and they hopped on with Andrew taking up his usual position sitting on the front glacis and Simpson standing in the commander’s hatch. The crew grinned at them briefly before resuming concentrating on driving their vehicle. The column continued to advance, units splitting off into the side streets as they rolled through the center of Gilong. They passed an old movie theatre on their right before the road went over a crest, and from there, they could just make out the bay in the distance. The Nuzeelanders continued to drive forward in the face of very little organized opposition now. The occasional diehard would open fire on the head of the column, with such attacks met by mass return fire before the advance would continue.

With their APC well back in the column, Andrew wasn’t called upon again until they reached the t-junction, where the road ended just to the right of the old pier. As the APC Andrew was riding on approached the T-junction, they passed another APC, which had an officer standing on the top of it who, as he spotted Andrew, yelled out at them.

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The fire didn’t last long as there were several high-pitched cracks from behind him somewhere that sounded like sniper rifles firing, and he assumed that they were taking out the Japanese firing at the civilians. The pressure on his shields continued to build as more and more of the women and children panicked and stampeded across the bridge. Every so often, another burst of fire came from the Japanese side of the river that would invariably be met by repeated shots from the snipers on this side. The response either killed the Japs firing or forced them to take cover, which helped keep the casualties down. He had no idea of how many women and children came across the bridge before the flow started to slow to a trickle, but it was thousands, possibly tens of thousands. He thought he’d heard maybe twenty grenade explosions that hadn’t been in the water, which wasn’t too bad, all things considered. Finally, The flow eased to a stop, and Andrew decided it was time to advance.

He climbed up the bank to join Simpson, who was hunkered down right at the edge of the bushes next to the sidewalk. He relaxed his mental shield, although he wasn’t as mentally exhausted as he had been before his nap.

“What say we go and find this mentalist and take him out?” He said to her with a grin.

“I can feel him,” she said, looking surprised. “He’s on the left-hand side of the road in those bushes, or at least under their cover.”

There were bodies scattered all over the bridge of women, young men, and lots of young children. Some looked to be barely old enough to be able to walk on their own. Andrew felt his gorge rise and his anger grow. He pulled buckets of power, the air frosting around him as he marched across the bridge. There were at least a couple of hundred women and children who’d been wounded, some horribly, who were still trying to make their way across the bridge, but he couldn’t stop to help them with the Jap mentalist just the other side of the bridge. He had his physical shield up as well, but he had to keep only just wide enough to cover him and Simpson due to all the bodies he was having ot make his way around. Simpson was tagging along right behind him as usual so as not to be obvious what she was capable of.

The roadway sort of dipped down a little on the far side of the bridge, and when they were about two-thirds of the way across, a man stepped out of the building on the left-hand side beyond the bushes Simpson had spoken of. He was wearing a dark, long coat with a high collar, dark pants, and a dark shirt under the coat, all embroidered elaborately, plus shiny tall boots. He was glowing with power and began throwing fireballs at Andrew immediately after he came into sight. The barrage of fireballs landed on Andrew’s shield in the air heated up, and he drew power from the heat, adding it to his store, strengthening his shields, and readying a counterstrike. The mentalist swapped to a slash, but it had little effect, so he threw a few more fireballs.