Flames of Rebellion by Jay Allan

Author:Jay Allan
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2017-02-12T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 17

OLD NORTH ROAD

THREE KILOMETERS SOUTH OF VINCENNES

FEDERAL COLONY ALPHA-2 (HAVEN)

EPSILON ERIDANI II

“BLACK WEDNESDAY”

Killian was running through the forest, leaping over fallen trees and ducking under hulking branches. The federal column was pushing down the road, but every hundred meters or so, one of the mines his rangers had planted blew, taking a transport and another handful of soldiers with it. The first time, the federals had dismounted two dozen soldiers to move the wreck, but his people had taught them never to make that mistake again. They’d opened up from two sides, firing at carefully plotted angles to prevent hitting each other. And they’d taken down nearly twenty of the enemy before the soldiers managed to return the fire effectively. His people had retreated as he’d ordered, disappearing into the dense woods like so many ghosts.

After that, the feds didn’t leave their vehicles; they just drove forward into the disabled trucks, pushing them out of the way. But the roadblocks Killian’s people had set up were different. The rangers had built the heavy structures from large tree trunks, and they’d stacked up boulders behind. The feds had tried to drive through them, but there was too much weight to just push out of the way. They had to stop and send soldiers forward, enough to remove the barricades, plus more to engage the raiders in the woods.

Which meant more fucking targets.

Killian had a perpetual scowl on his face, but inside he was smiling. His people had cut up the federals badly, killing at least fifty, and delaying them for hours. Their column was a disordered mess, and many of their transports were damaged. Killian could only imagine the state of their morale, but he suspected it wasn’t good.

And now for the last . . . and the best.

He came to a halt, looking around and whispering to the rangers he knew were hiding all around him. “It’s time. Let’s move.”

The feds would reach the final roadblock any minute. They would stop the whole column, Killian knew, and they would send troops en masse—some to the clear the barricade and more to move out into the woods and engage any bushwhackers. But this time they wouldn’t be facing two or three snipers. Killian had half his people deployed here, waiting. And half a dozen of them had armor-piercing rocket launchers. The weapons had been enormously expensive, and he knew Danforth had entrusted his people with almost half the Guardians’ total supply. He was determined to prove the rangers were worthy of that kind of trust.

He moved through the heavy brush, about fifty meters toward the road. He held his hands out behind him, signaling for his people to halt, but he continued forward himself a few more meters before crouching down and putting a small pair of binoculars to his eyes.

The enemy was there, transports stopped and stacked up as far back as he could see. There were soldiers, too, standing around the massive roadblock . . . and others moving slowly into the woods.

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