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Authors: Vivek Ahuja

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The B-737 rolled off the runway with a group of air-force police vehicles driving alongside. The airbase perimeter was currently being guarded by assault-rifle toting soldiers as well as guard-dogs. In the skies around the airbase, an air-force Dhruv helicopter was patrolling with snipers on board as they kept a sharp eye for potential threats. The B-737 finally rolled on to the main tarmac area on the base and halted alongside a parked C-17 heavy-transport aircraft.

There were a large number of people waiting outside on the tarmac area just as the morning sunlight started piercing through the low hanging mist around the base. As the engines of the B-737 spooled down, refueling tankers were already rushing for the aircraft while ground crewmen got to work. The doors were opened and people began pouring out. The PM was one of the first people to step out of the aircraft and he was whisked away by his SPG team towards the waiting convoy of three black bulletproof SUVs. Other military and civilian officials including the Home-Minister, Chakri, General Yadav and his other staff officers followed close behind.

Chakri put on his sunglasses even as the first rays of sunlight glistened off the white colored airframe of the B-737. The smell of aviation fuel was in the air and a cacophony of voices engulfed him. As he walked down the stairs on to the concrete, he turned to face General Yadav walking down behind him. 

“So where are you heading now?”

Yadav stopped walking when Chakri did the same right outside the black SUVs. The Army-Chief had a different ride to take and he pointed it out to Chakri: an ERJ-135 Embraer utility-transport aircraft glistening in the sunlight beyond the parked C-17...

“I am off to the Southern Command Headquarters in Pune. I have an army to lead and they know I am on the way. A short flight from here to Lohegaon airbase and I should be back in command. Generals Suman and Chatterjee are trying to defeat the Chinese Group Army attempting to break through in Arunachal Pradesh and they can use every bit of help I can get them. The Ladakh front will open up soon, if not within the hour. The Chinese are not going to wait around while we get our act together. It’s going to get real messy, real soon,” Yadav said.

Chakri considered that and then noticed the looks on the faces of his security people: they were not happy with him standing out on the open tarmac where he was vulnerable to a sniper. He turned back to Yadav.

“All right, General. Keep me informed. Looks like I will be holed up somewhere around here for now. We need to find ways to wrench the strategic initiative in this war from the PLA and the PLAAF. The media needs to be controlled as well. They are running around like a chicken with its head cut off. We haven’t made official statements yet and neither has Beijing. But in the meantime we have a furiously burning air-headquarters building in our capital that is being filmed and shown around the world. That is going to hurt morale within our armed forces and our people. This is going to be as much a media war as much as anything else. We have to get the people and the media the images, the visuals if you will, of China burning. We hit Lhasa this morning and by all accounts it was a debilitating blow. But we have to do more. Strike more visual and economic targets that cannot be hidden. First we have to make sure that our battle lines do not collapse,” Chakri said as he ran his hand through his gray hair.

“There is also another factor,” Yadav replied. “The Chinese probably used cruise-missiles to attack us because it gave them the best possible advantage for a surprise attack. They did not need to forward deploy their short-range ballistic-missiles close to the borders and therefore raise suspicion. They tried their cruise-missile attack and it was partially successful in its objective. We are not dead, but we are not yet in control either. We had to conduct a hasty evacuation and several targets and airfields got hit badly. It wasn’t a complete decapitation, but it gave them something for the surprise element. Now surprise no longer exists. We already destroyed Lhasa airbase and their main long-range radars south from there. So the war is on. And now there is no need for their short-range ballistic-missiles to be held at bay. Same goes for us as well.”

“So we should expect them to start moving their ballistic-missile launchers out of their bases and south towards the border?”

“If I was in their place, I would have been lobbing those ballistic-missiles as soon as I realized that my primary cruise-missile strike failed. So yes, we need to consider such strikes imminent…”

 

 

EAST OF DAULAT BEG OLDI

LADAKH

DAY 2 + 0630 HRS

“Incoming fire! Take cover!”

The first artillery shells screamed overhead and landed on the airstrip at DBO as the Ladakh front was opened up by the PLA. Within minutes similar fire was falling on all major frontal areas at the LAC while long-range rockets were flying to their targets on the Indian side of the border, hitting known gun batteries, supply depots and logistical arteries…   

DBO was currently being defended by a reinforced Infantry Brigade under Brigadier Adesara. Facing him to the east, across the LAC, were several Chinese Brigades and armored forces rolling in from the plains of the Aksai Chin. Adesara had specialized counter-battery Smerch MLRS systems under his command and several light field-gun batteries. The Chinese counterpart to Adesara had over two-hundred field-guns for this narrow sector alone. Adesara had a squadron of BMP-IIs under his command and a troop of T-72Ms. His Chinese counterpart had a regiment of T-99 MBTs and other assorted vehicles designed to utilize the vast open plains of this region of Ladakh to full advantage. It was easier bringing these vehicles in via well-established roads from the Aksai Chin, but very difficult to do so from the Indian side because of terrain. Out there on DBO, Adesara was faced with a stiff fight…

The morning sunrays streaked through the dust clouds that now enveloped the entire DBO airstrip, giving it a reddish-brown haze as small fireballs rose into the air on the flat airstrip, rendering it unusable. The thundering noises were coupled with the screeching of the shells going over the heads of the Indian soldiers east of the airstrip. The shockwaves rippled through the ground in their bunkers and trenches.

Adesara’s staff officers were already at work gathering information and preparing responses. However, he was not at the command post. Adesara, Colonel Sudarshan and several radiomen were climbing the gravel covered surface of the only dominant hill east of the airstrip. This hill lay on the middle of the flat terrain north of the frozen Chip-Chap River. Every step taken on the loose gravel was potentially treacherous. A slip led to a small landslide of gravel and rocks along with the unfortunate soul who went down with it. But Adesara and his men had been here for a long time and had learnt the art of quick climbing on shifting terra. They quickly climbed up the “citadel”, as the hill had come to be known among his officers.

Once at the top, Adesara quickly moved behind some boulders for cover. He looked back to the see the airstrip being pummeled into the earth by the might of the Chinese artillery. To his south he saw the frozen waters of the Chip-Chap River and directly over the boulders to his east he saw the moving dust columns approaching his position.

Adesara picked up the binoculars hanging from his neck. Colonel Sudarshan did the same. In this region of Ladakh, the terrain was flat enough that incoming columns of vehicles were visible over long distances. They were seeing the dust clouds emerging behind the first prominent hills on the Chinese side of the LAC. So the enemy was still over ten kilometers away. Adesara and Sudarshan were quickly focusing their binoculars on the nearest of the approaching vehicles...

“What do you think?” Adesara asked without looking away from his binoculars. Sudarshan did not look away either.

“Looks like a max level effort on vehicles. That’s...fifteen or sixteen T-99s in that first wave and another twelve in the second!” Sudarshan shouted above the noise of the exploding artillery on the airstrip behind them.

“And add another two dozen ZBDs to that! About ten clicks out,” Adesara added. Then he looked at his radioman who handed him a radio speaker...

“Blue-Lima-One to Blue-Lima-Command, we are seeing regiment level Chinese armored forces approaching our position. They are currently ten clicks from me now! We need digital eyes on target! Over!”

“Roger. Digital eyeball approaching A-O,” was the immediate reply from Divisional-HQ. They had a Nishant UAV overhead for the past few hours once the alert had gone up all along the Sino-Indian border. The feed from that drone was being passed down. 

Adesara looked over to his signals officer who had come along with them. He now opened a battlefield computer on the rocky surface behind the rocks. An NCO from his team placed a small tripod nearby and flicked a control switch. This opened up a small circular net over the tripod around a central receiver. He then connected the cables with the computer and powered on the system. The satellite uplink hardware was deployed. Next he activated the computer and a few seconds later the first visuals of the large moving dust clouds as seen from two thousand feet above the ground were available on screen. Adesara and Sudarshan slid along the gravel and came up behind the young officer to share the view. Sudarshan was quick to spot the terrain on the screen, looked around and oriented himself.

“Okay, here we are,” He pointed to a speck of rock visible on the infrared views on the screen. “They are here and moving along this axis! That would bring them along this axis towards our first defensive lines here!”

Adesara quickly nodded his agreement.

“All right Ravi, this is your dance! Give me your plan!” Adesara and the signals officer looked at Sudarshan, who wasted no time:

“The Chinese first and second armor waves are all moving along the northern bank of the river towards the airstrip. My tanks are deployed along the northern banks. My T-72 platoon is in hull down positions here,” he jabbed on the screen. “They will engage the Chinese first wave along with support from your anti-tank boys! I am taking my BMP force across the river and then east!”

Adesara nodded again as he considered the tactic. But he had a word of caution:

“Just remember that your T-72 boys are outnumbered four-to-one against the Chinese armor. And those are their shiny new T-99s they are driving. Even with my support, don’t expect to be able to hold them for too long. So don’t wander off! When you hit the Chinese, I will pull back to my second line of defenses further west and reengage. That’s your cue to fall back west as well. The only way we are going to survive this day is with maneuver warfare, not frontal attacks. Hit and move! You follow me?”

“Crystal clear!”

“Okay, then. I...” Adesara was stopped midsentence.

“Holy shit! Incoming fire!”

The single shell slammed into the eastern face of the hill and sent a fireball rising into the sky. Dust and gravel rained down on the hunkered group of men on the top. Adesara looked around and then spat out the gravel in his mouth as he saw the others dusting themselves off.

“What the hell was that?!!” the signals officer shouted.

“A ranging shot! They know where we are and are trying to knock us out. Next will be the barrage. Time for us to go!” Sudarshan shouted as the ringing in his ear stopped.

Adesara and the others were already packing up and moving out. A few moments later they were again moving down the gravel slopes of the citadel on the west side of the slope…

“How on earth did they know exactly where we were?” Sudarshan shouted to Adesara as he balanced himself against the shifting gravel.

“We are not the only ones using unmanned drones today, Colonel...”

 

 

NORTHERN INDIA

DAY 2 + 0700 HRS

“So they pulled them back?”

“Yes sir. The two Chinese AWACS are now operating in an integrated air-defense mode with the S-300 batteries. They are networking with the ground based radars to form a nice large picture of the airspace south of the Aksai Chin. If we approach, they will know about it,” the Group-Captain said before walking away from the large digital map on the wall.

“What about their strike-fighters? What was it? The 33
RD
Fighter Division?” Air-Marshal Bhosale asked.

“Their 6
TH
Fighter Division Su-27 force,” the Group-Captain corrected his boss before continuing. “…deployed between Kashgar, Urumqi and Korla airbases was mauled severely. We estimate they now have around ten surviving Su-27s still operational at Urumqi. But the boys at the DIA expect movement of Flanker-centered Fighter Divisions from central China to replace the losses they took yesterday. The intelligence boys are already noticing increased deployment related activities around airbases occupied by the 19
TH
Fighter Division.”

“Another Flanker dominated unit,” Bhosale added and then thought about that…

They will keep adding these forces to replace their losses for now. But they only have so many airbases in the region. Each such fighter unit must therefore be committed piecemeal.

Perhaps the advantage lay there?

If so, that gives us the day today to pull off whatever we have planned before this vicious cycle starts off again…

“All right. What about the Pakistanis?” Bhosale asked as he pulled himself out of his thoughts. The Group-Captain walked back towards the wall map of Kashmir.   

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