Harsh grunts and solid thumping sounds came from the corridor outside. There was a heavy crash.
Somebody said, "All right, get the general by the feet, and I"ll take him by the shoulders.Phew ! Let"s go."
Bade sat dizzily on the edge of the bed. For a moment, he had a mental image of Runckel before the invasion, leaning forward and saying impressively, "Certain glory and a mighty victory await us."
Bade took several slow deep breaths. Then he got up carefully, found a towel, and cautiously went to wash.
It took Bade almost a week to disentangle the troops from the web of indefensible positions and hopeless last stands Kottek had committed them to in a day-and-a-half of peremptory orders. The enemy, meanwhile, took advantage of opportunity, using ground and air attacks, rockets, missiles and artillery in such profusion as to stun the mind. It was not until Bade"s men and officers had recovered from circulating attacks of the sickness, and another landing force had come down, that it was possible to temporarily resume the offensive. Another two weeks, and another sick landing force recovered, saw the invasion army in control of a substantial part of the central plain of the continent. Bade now had some spare moments to squint at certain reports that were piled up on his desk. Exasperatedly, he called a meeting of high officers.
Bade was standing with Runckel at a big map of the continent when their generals came in. Bade and Runckel each looked grim and intense. The generals looked uniformly dulled and worn down.
Bade took a last hard look at the map, then he and Runckel turned. Bade glanced at Veth, Landing Site Commander. "What"s your impression of the way things are going?"
Veth scowled. "Well, we"re still getting eight to ten sizable missile hits a day. Of course, there"s no predicting when they"ll come in. With the men working outside the ships, any single hit could vaporize large numbers of essential technical personnel. Until we get the underground shelters built, the only way around this is to have whole site damped out all the time." He shook his head. "This takes a lot of energy." Bade nodded, and turned to Rast, Ground Forces Commander.
"So far," said Rast frowning, "our situation on paper looks not too bad. Morale is satisfactory. Our weapons are superior. We have strong forces in a reasonably large central area, and in theory we can shift rapidly from one front to the other, and be superior anywhere. But in practice, the enemy has so many missiles, of all types and sizes, that we can"t take advantage of the position.
"Suppose, for instance, that I order XX and XXII Tank Armies from the eastern to the western front.
They can"t go under their own power, because of fuel expenditure, the wear on their tracks, and the resulting delay for repairs. They can"t go by forceway network because there isn"t any built yet. The only way to send them is by the natives" iron track roads. That would be fine, except that the iron track roads make beautiful targets for missile attacks. Thanks to the enemy, every bridge and junction either is, has been, or will be blown up and not once, either. The result is, we have to use slow filtration of troops from one front to the other, or we have to accept very heavy losses on route. In addition, we now know that the enemy has formidable natural defenses in the east and west, especially in the west. There"s a range of hills there that surpa.s.ses anything I"ve ever seen or heard of. Not only is the difficulty of the terrain an obstacle, but as our men go higher, movement finally becomes practically impossible. I know this from personal experience. The result of it is, the enemy need only guard the pa.s.ses and he has a natural barrier behind which he can ma.s.s for attack at any chosen point."
Bade frowned. "Don"t the hills have the same harmful effect on the enemy?"
"No sir, they don"t."
"Why not?"
"I don"t know. But that and their missiles put us in a nasty spot."
Bade absorbed this, then turned to General Frotch, head of Atmospheric Flyer Command.
Frotch said briskly, "Sir, so far as the enemy air forces are concerned, we have the situation under control. And various foreign long-range reconnaissance aircraft that have been filtering in from distant native countries, have also been successfully batted out of the sky. However, as far as . . . ah . . . missiles . . . are concerned, the situation is a little strained."
Bade snapped, "Go on."
"Well, sir," said Frotch, "the enemy has missiles that can be fired at the fastest atmospheric flyers, that can be made to blow up near them, that can be guided to them, and even that can be made to chase and catch them."
"What about our weapons?"
"They"re fine, on a percentage basis. But the enemy has a lot more missiles than we have pilots."
"I see," said Bade. "Well-" He turned to speak to the Director of Intelligence, but Frotch went on: "Moreover, sir, we are having atmospheric troubles."
""Atmospheric troubles"? What"s that?" "For one thing, gigantic traveling electrical displays that disrupt plane-to-ground communications, and have to be avoided, or else the pilots either don"t come out, or else come out fit for nothing but a rest cure. Then there are ma.s.s movements of air traveling from one part of the planet to another. Like land breezes and sea breezes at home. But here the breezes can be pretty forceful. The effect is to put an unpredictable braking force on all our operations."
Bade nodded slowly. "Well, we"ll have to make the best of it." He turned to General Sozzle, who was Disseminator of Propaganda.
Sozzle cleared his throat. "I can make my report short and to the point. Our propaganda is getting us nowhere. For one thing, the enemy is apparently used to being ambushed daily by something called "advertising," which seems to consist of a series of subtle propaganda traps. By comparison our approach is so crude it throws them into hysterics."
Bade glanced at the Director of Intelligence, who said dully, "Sir, it"s too early to say for certain how our work will eventually turn out. We"ve had some successes; but, so far, we"ve been handicapped by translation difficulties."
Bade frowned. "For instance?"
"Take the single word, "snow,"" said the Intelligence Director. "You can"t imagine the snarl my translators get into over that word. It apparently means "white solid which falls in crystals from the sky." Figure that out."
Bade squinted, then looked relieved. "Oh. It means, "dust.""
"That"s the way the interpreters translated it. Now consider this sentence from a schoolbook. "When April comes, the dust all turns to water and flows into the ground to fill the streams.""
"That doesn"t make any sense at all."
"No. But that"s what happens if you accept "dust" as the translation for "snow." There are other words such as "winter," "blizzard," "tornado." Ask a native for an explanation, and with a straight face he"ll give you a string of incomprehensible nonsense that will stand you on your ear. Not that it"s important in itself.
But it seems to show something about the native psychology that I can"t quite figure out. You can fight your enemy best when you can understand him. Well, from this angle they"re completely incomprehensible."
"Keep working on it," said Bade, after a short silence. He turned to Runckel.
Runckel said, "The overall situation looks about the same from my point of view. Namely, the natives are driven back, but by no means defeated. What we have to remember is that we never expected to have them defeated at this stage. True, our time schedule has been set back somewhat, but this was due not to enemy action, but to purely accidental circ.u.mstances. That is, first the atmosphere was so deficient in moisture that our ground vehicles were temporarily out of order, and, second, we were disabled by an unexpected disease. But these troubles are over with. My point is that we can now begin the decisive phase of operations."
"Good," said Bade. "But to do that we have to firmly hold the ground we have. I want to know if we can do this. On the surface, perhaps, it looks like it. But there are signs here I don"t like. As the old sayinggoes, "A shark shows you his fin, not his teeth. Take warning from the fin; when you see the teeth it"s too late.""
"Yes," said Frotch, turning excitedly to Rast, "that"s the thought exactly. Now, w.i.l.l.you mention it, or shall I?".
"Holy fangjaw," growled Rast, "maybe it doesn"t really mean anything."
"The Supreme Commander," said Runckel angrily, "was trying to talk."
Bade said, "What is it, Rast? Speak up."
"Well-" Rast hesitated, glanced uneasily at Runckel, then thrust out his jaw, "Sir, it looks like the whole master plan of the invasion may have come unhinged."
Runckel angrily started to speak.
Bade glanced at Runckel, took out a long slender cigar, and sat down on the edge of the table to watch Runckel. He lit the cigar and put down the lighter. As far as Bade was concerned, his face was expressionless. Things seemed to have an unnatural clarity, however, as he looked at Runckel and waited for him to speak.
Runckel looked at Bade, swallowed hard and said nothing.
Bade glanced at Rast.
Rast burst out, "Sir, for the last ten days or so, we"ve been wondering how long the enemy could keep up his missile attacks. Flyer Command has blasted factories vital to missile manufacture, and destroyed all their known stockpiles. Well, grant we didn"t get all their stockpiles. That"s logical enough. Grant that they had tremendous stocks stored away. Even grant that before we got here they made missiles all the time for the sheer love of making them. Maybe every man, woman, and child in the country had a missile, like a pet. Still, there"s got to be an endsomewhere ."
Bade nodded soberly.
"Well, sir," said Rast, "we get these missiles fired at us all the time, day after day after day, one missile after the other, like an army of men tramping past in an endless circle forever. It"s inconceivable that they"d use their missiles like this unless their supply is inexhaustible. Frotch gets. .h.i.t with them, I get hit with them, Veth gets. .h.i.t with them. For every job there"s a missile. We put our overall weapons superiority in one pan of the balance. They pour an endless heap of missiles in the other pan.Where do all these missiles come from? "
For an instant Rast was silent, then he went on. "At first we thought "Underground factories." Well, we did our best to find them and it was no use. And whenever we managed to spot moving missiles, they seemed to be coming from the coast.
"About this time, some of my officers were trying to convert a bunch of captives to our way of thinking.
One of the officers noticed a peculiar thing. Whenever he clinched his argument by saying, "Moreover, you are alone in the world; you cannot defeat us alone," the captives would all look very serious. Most of them would be very still and attentive, but here and there among them, a few would choke, gag, make sputtering noises, and shake all over. The other soldiers would secretively kick these men, and jab themwith their elbows until they were still and attentive. Now, however, the question arose, what did all this mean? The actions were described to Intelligence, who said they meant exactly what they seemed to mean, "suppressed mirth."
"In other words, whenever we said, "You can"t win, you"re alone in the world," they wanted to burst out laughing. My officers now varied the technique. They would say, for instance, "The U.S.S.R. is our faithful ally." Our captives would sputter, gasp, and almost strangle to death. Put this together with their inexhaustible supply of missiles and the thing takes on a sinister look."
"You think," said Bade, "that the U.S.S.R. and other countries are shipping missiles to the U.S. by sea?"
General Frotch cleared his throat apologetically, "Sir, excuse me. I have something new to add to this.
I"ve set submerger planes down along all three of their coasts. Not only are the ports alive with shipping.
But some of our men swam into the harbors at night and hid, and either they"re the victims of ma.s.s-hypnosis or else those ships are unloading missiles like a fish unloads sp.a.w.n."
Bade looked at Runckel.
Runckel said dully, "In that case, we have the whole planet to fight. That was what we had to avoid at any cost."
This comment produced a visible deterioration of morale. Before this att.i.tude had a chance to set, Bade said forcefully and clearly, "I was never in favor of this attack. And this fortifies my original views. But from a strictly military point of view, I believe we can still win."
He went to the map, and speaking to each of the generals in turn, he explained his plan.
In the three following days, each of the three remaining landing forces set down. The men of each landing force, as expected, became violently ill with the exploding sickness. With the usual course of the sickness known, it proved possible to care for this new horde of patients with nothing worse than extreme inconvenience for the invasion force as a whole.
The enemy, meanwhile, strengthened his grip around the occupied area, and at the same time cut troop movements within the area to a feeble trickle. Day after day, the enemy missiles fell in an increasingly heavy rain on the road and rail centers. During the height of this bombardment, Bade succeeded in gradually filtering all of Landing Force 3 back to the protection of the ships.
Rast now reported that the enemy attacks were mounting in force and violence, and requested permission to fall back and contract the defense perimeter.
Bade replied that help would soon come, and Rast must make only small local withdrawals.
Landing Forces 7, 8, and 9, cured of the exploding sickness, now took off. Immediately afterward, Landing Force 3 took off.
Landing Forces 3 and 7, under General Kottek, came down near the base of the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, and struck south and west to rip up communications in the rear of the main enemy forces attacking General Rast. Landing Force 8 split, its southern section seizing the western curve of Cuba to cut the shipping lanes to the Gulf of Mexico. Its northern sections seized Long Island, to block shipping entering the port of New York, and to subject shipping in the ports of Boston, Philadelphia, Baltimore and Washington to heavy attack from the air.
Landing Force 9 remained aloft until the enemy"s reaction to General Kottek"s thrust from the rear became evident. This reaction proved to be a quickly improvised simultaneous attack from north and south, to pinch off the flow of supplies from Kottek"s base to the point of his advance. Landing Force 9 now set down, broke the attack of the southern pincer, then struck southeastward to cut road and rail lines supplying the enemy"s northern armies. The overall situation now resembled two large, roughly concentric circles, each very thick in the north, and very thin in the south. A large part of the outer circle, representing the enemy"s forces, was now pressed between the inner circle and the inverted Y of Kottek"s attack from the north.
A large percentage of the enemy missile-launching sites were now overrun, and Rast for the first time found it possible to switch his troops from place to place without excessive losses. The enemy opened violent attacks in both east and west to relieve the pressure on their trapped armies in the north, and Rast fell back slowly, drawing forces from both these fronts and putting them into the northern battle.
The outcome hung in a treacherous balance until the enemy"s supplies gave out in the north. This powerful enemy force then collapsed, and Rast swung his weary troops to the south.
Three weeks after the offensive began, it ended with the fighting withdrawal of the enemy to the east and west. The enemy"s long eastern and southern coasts were now sealed against all but a comparative trickle of supplies from overseas. General Kottek held the upper peninsula of Michigan in a powerful grip. From it he dominated huge enemy industrial regions, and threatened the flank of potential enemy counter-attacks from north or east.
Within the main occupied region itself, the forceway network and key-tools factories were being set up.
Runckel was only expressing the thought of nearly the whole invasion army when he walked into the operations room, heaved a sigh of relief and said to Bade, "Well, thank heaventhat"s over!"
Bade heard this and gave a noncommittal growl. He had felt this way himself some time before. During Runckel"s absence, however, certain reports had come to Bade"s desk and left him feeling like a man who goes down a flight of steps in the dark, steps off briskly, and finds there was one more step than he thought.
"Look at this," said Bade. Runckel leaned over his shoulder, and together they looked at a report headed, "Enemy Equipment." Bade pa.s.sed over several pages of drawings and descriptions devoted to enemy knives, guns, grenades, helmets, canteens, mess equipment and digging tools, then paused at a section marked "Enemy clothing: 1) Normal enemy clothing consists of light two-piece underwear, an inner and an outer foot-covering, and either a light two-piece or light one-piece outer covering for the arms, chest, abdomen and legs. 2) However, capture of the enemy supply trains in the recent northern offensive uncovered the following fantastic variety: a) thick inner and outer hand coverings; b) heavy one-piece undergarment covering legs, arms and body; c) heavy upper outer garment; d) heavy lower outer garment; e) heavy inner foot covering; f) ma.s.sive outer foot covering; g) additional heavy outer garment; h) extraordinarily heavy outer garment designed to cover entire body with exception of head, hand, and lower legs. In addition, large extra quant.i.ties of the heavy cover normally issued to the troopsfor sleeping purposes were also found. The purpose of all this clothing is difficult to understand. Insofar as the activity of a soldier encased in all these garments would be cut to a minimum, it can only be a.s.sumed that all these coverings represent body-shielding against some abnormal condition. The presence of poisonous chemicals in large quant.i.ties seems a likely possibility. Yet with the exception of the ma.s.sive outer foot-covering, these garments are not impermeable."
Bade looked at Runckel. "They do have war chemicals?"
"Of course," said Runckel, frowning. "But we have protective measures, and our own war chemicals, if trouble starts."
Bade nodded thoughtfully, slid the report aside, and picked up one headed, "Medical Report on Enemy Skin Condensation."
Runckel shook his head. "I can never understand those. We"ve had a flood of reports like that from various sources. At most, I just initial them and send them back."
"Well," said Bade, "read the summary, at least."
"I"ll try," growled Runckel, and leaned over Bade"s shoulder to read: "To summarize these astonishing facts, enemy captives have been observed to form, on the outer layer of their skin, a heavy beading of moisture. This effect is similar to that observed with laboratory devices maintained at depressed temperatures-that is, at reduced degrees of heat. The theory was, therefore, formed that the enemy"s skin is, similarly, maintained at a temperature lower than that of his surroundings.
Complex temperature-determining apparatus were set up to test this theory. As a result, this theory was disproved, but an even more astonishing state of affairs was discovered: The enemy"s internal temperature varied very little, regardless of considerable experimental variation of the temperature of his environment.
"The only possible conclusion was that the enemy"s body contains some built-in mechanism that actually controls the degree of heat and maintains it at a constant level.
"Now, according to Poff"s widely accepted Principle, no complex bodily mechanism can long maintain itself in the absence of need or exercise. And what is the need for a bodily mechanism that has the function of holding body temperature constant despite wide external fluctuation? What is the need for a defense against something unless the something exists?
"We are forced to the conclusion that the degree of heat on this planet is subject to variations sufficiently severe as to endanger life. A new examination of what has. .h.i.therto been considered to be the enemy"s mythology indicates that, contrary to conditions on our own planet, this planet is subject to remarkable fluctuations of temperature, that alternately rise to a peak, then fall to an incredible low.
"According to this new theory, our invasion force arrived as the temperature was approaching its maximum. Since then, it has reached and pa.s.sed its peak, and is now falling. All this has pa.s.sed unnoticed by us, partly because the maximum here approached the ordinary condition on our home planet. The danger, of course, is that the minimum on this planet would prove insupportable to our form of life."
This was followed by a qualifying phrase that further tests would have to be made, and the conclusions could not be considered final. Bade looked at Runckel. Runckel snapped, "What do you do with a report like that? I"d tear it up, but why waste strength? It"s easier to throw them in the wastebasket and go on."
"Wait a minute," said Bade. "If this report just happens to be right, then where are we?"
"Frankly," said Runckel, "I don"t know or care. "Skin condensation." These scientists should keep their minds on things that have some chance of being useful. It would help if they"d figure out how to cut down flareback on our subtron guns. Instead they talk about "skin condensation.""
Bade wrote on the report, "This may turn out to be important. List on no more than two sheets of paper possible defenses against reduced degree of heat. Get it to me as soon as possible. Bade."
Bade signaled to a clerk. "Snap a copy of this, send the original out, and bring me the copy."
"Yes, sir."
"Now," said Bade, "we have one more report."
"Well, I have to admit," said Runckel, "that I can"t see that either of these reports were of any value."
"Well, read this one, then."
Runckel shook his head in disgust, and leaned over. His eyes widened. This paper was headed, "For the Supreme Commander only. Special Report of General Kottek."
The report began, "Sir: It is an officer"s duty to state, plainly and without delay, any matter that requires the immediate attention of his superior. I, therefore, must report to you the following unpleasant but incontrovertible facts; "1) Since their arrival in this region, my troops have on three recent occasions displayed a strikingly low level of performance. Two simulated night attacks revealed feeble command and exaggerated sluggishness on the part of the troops. A defense exercise carried out at dawn to repulse a simulated amphibious landing was a complete failure; troops and officers alike displayed insufficient energy and initiative to drive the attack home.