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' CROSSING THE RUBICON ' is a UK #1 Best selling novel on Kindle in the Alternative History and Military Fiction genres.The European war has lurched to a halt with NATO the victor, just.The New Warsaw Pact falls apart as its citizens oust the puppet governments in bloody retribution.The European NATO troops return home, but if they thought the leadership would show any gratitude they are mistaken.The European war is a long way from the fighting that is consuming the Pacific. Non-allied nations sucker punch their way to the Spratly Islands oil.The ANZACs and the US 5th Mechanised Division are short of friends and too few in number to defend Australia's coastlineFear of China's nuclear arsenal has left the allies vulnerable and help may not be soon coming from a war-tired and troubled Europe.Will Australia, New Zealand and the USA be left to fight on alone?Politicians lack honour, soldiers do not, and a reckoning is coming! This is the ABRIDGED EDITION and therefore SUITABLE FOR YOUNG ADULTS.'The barrage lifted, shifting to possible reinforcement routes, sealing off the Australians from help. "Hello all Tango callsigns, this is Tango Four Nine, 'Wicked Lady', over."A and B Troops responded, and then it was their turn."Tango Four Three Alpha, 'Wicked Lady', over!""Tango Four Three Bravo, 'Wicked Lady', over!""Tango Four Three Charlie, 'Wicked Lady' over!" Gary Burley, the tanks commander replied. "Tango Four Nine, 'Wicked Lady', out."Sergeant Burley switched to intercom."Okay Bingo, let's go, get us to the first firing position, the landing craft have been spotted heading in!"A hundred metres spacing between the vehicles, they moved slowly forwards like articulated garden features, leafy branches seemingly growing out of the steel plate. They maneuvered around trees until reaching the chain link fence surrounding the race track and accelerated. Four Three Charlie's driver ignored an open gate in order the trash a long length of the fence which they carried with them, entangled over the front of the Leopard. "Well that was smart, wasn't it?" Gary said to the driver in censure."Balls, the amount of money I've lost in this place I reckon I must have paid for it twice over." Bingo grumbled back. He had picked up his nickname because he was so addicted to giving away his cash to bookies after each Army Appreciation Day (payday, in Anzac parlance), he had even been spotted sat among blue rinsed old ladies in Bingo Halls trying to win it back before his wife found out.The Leopards were illuminated by the blazing spectator's stands and stables. The horses, and much of the local population, had moved away over the previous week when it became evident that invasion was inevitable."If you spent enough here to qualify as an owner then I reckon yer about bankrupt now, mate!"The racecourse had received the attention of naval gunfire, as had the small provincial airport, where flames were leaping high from the hangars and buildings, clearly visible above the trees to their right. The damage wrought to the fence seemed rather trivial in the face of what the invaders were doing. When Banjo repeated it at the other side it became snarled up with the first one they had crashed through, leaving the fence raising sparks as it trailed behind them across George Bass Drive, the coastal road.Gary was staring through his night sight at the mass of green hues and saw the thing appear. A Ming Tz combat hovercraft was rounding the fighting positions, outflanking the Royal New South Wales Regiment defenders before disgorging its infantry. The 7.62mm machine guns in its turret firing into the first positions, but the 23mm automatic cannon mounting engaged the trio of Leopard tanks. Four Three Charlie fired on the move, the HESH round doing wicked damage to the armoured hovercraft just four hundred metres away.