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eBook Category: Science Fiction
eBook Description: Military simulations occur every day without any worry or danger, right? Well, not exactly. In order to test the U.S. Special Operations Command's ability to respond swiftly and efficiently, the computer genius Meng created a simulated strike against China--"Dragon Sim 13." Meng's plan changes after the atrocious slaughter of democratic protestors in Tiananmen Square. He seeks to bring China to its knees, forcing the prevalence of democracy and launching a massive U.S. attack on the People's Republic. Now, Dave Riley, Dragon mission leader, must implement Meng's fiendish plan. Dave anf the Green Berets must infiltrate Chinese borders and execute mission "Dragon" without being detected. Can the team execute the difficult maneuver or will they be at the mercy of the unmerciful Chinese...

eBook Publisher: e-reads, Published: 1992
Fictionwise Release Date: August 2001

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Words: 112640
Reading time: 321-450 min.
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University of Beijing, People's Republic of China

Summer 1966

The breath of the Dragon was consuming its own brain. Tears rolled down the man's face as he watched his books and computer tapes fed into the roaring bonfire. Eighteen years of work. The man averted his eyes and turned to the officer who had led the Red Guards onto the grounds of the university and initiated the fire. He asked only one question. "Why?"

Prefacing his reply, the officer spit at the man. "Stinking Ninth Category. You and your counterrevolutionary friends will no longer work against the Great Revolution." In conclusion the soldier swung an ax handle, the end impacting on the front of the man's head. He staggered and blinked, trying to remain conscious as blood cascaded down his face.

The man did not understand the reasons. He didn't think the soldiers feeding the fire truly knew either. But the bleeding man did understand that his life's work here was over. The Old Men in power had decided that this was to be the new way. The man didn't resist as the Red Guards dragged him away along with his fellow scientists.

They were taken to Tiananmen Square and lined up. The man recognized many fellow educators and scientists from the university in the ranks that faced a makeshift platform. A political commissar, screaming out his words from the platform, confirmed the man's fears. "You have sinned against your fellow workers. You have been more concerned with having expertise in your intellectual fields than following party doctrine. You have failed to follow Chairman Mao's Socialist Education Movement. You must learn from the People's Liberation Army. You must learn from your fellow workers. We believe you can be saved."

The commissar nodded toward the row of army trucks that lined the far side of the square. "You will be reeducated. You must accept the need for manual labor. It is the essence of our life. You must have a greater regard for the goals of the party than for your trivial, specialized academic pursuits."

The officer gestured and his comrades rushed forward, bullying the prisoners in the square toward the trucks. The man allowed himself to be swept along. There was nothing he could do. As the trucks roared out of the square, his thoughts lingered on his wife and four-year-old son. He knew now that not only was his life's work over, but he would never again see his family.

The Cultural Revolution was in full flower.

Guandong Province, Fall 1966

The man swung the rusty hoe into the hardscrabble ground. The scar on his forehead itched where the ax handle had hit. The wound had not healed well at the People's Community Farm. He shook the sweat out of his eyes as another worker came near. The man recognized the scientist from the university's staff. In better days they had argued together over many intellectual matters. Now the scientist had more important information he wished to impart. "I am leaving tonight."

The man was astonished. Leaving? There was no place in China where the party would not find him. "Where are you going?"

"Hong Kong. And then America."

The man shook his head. "They will never let you into Hong Kong. They will send you back and then things will be worse for you. You will be considered not capable of being rehabilitated."

The scientist looked up briefly and met the man's eyes. "There is a rumor that for people with expertise in certain fields of knowledge, the door to Hong Kong will open. It is said the Americans and the British are taking in some of these people. It is said they believe that the enemy of their enemy is now their friend."

The man thought about that. It would not be hard to leave the farm. The few guards did not believe that there was anyplace for their prisoners to go. The scientist's last sentence especially caught the man's attention. He absently rubbed the twisted scar on his forehead while he thought about what had gone up in the flames at the university and the bleak future here. He considered the possibility that he might be able to get his family out some day.

"I will go with you."

"War is a matter of vital importance to the state;
the province of life or death; the road to survival or
ruin. It is mandatory that it be thoroughly studied."
Sun Tzu, The Art of War