China Attacks
- Book Review,
by Chuck Devore, Steven W. Mosher
The Hong Kong iMail, February 13, 2001, by Peter Barker
"...a page-turning flurry of the point-counterpoint world of military invasion and international political brinkmanship..."
Human Events, May 7, 2001, by J. Curtis Lovelace
"... a page-turner for those interested in Sino-American affairs... ...this commonsense approach to foreign relations couldn't be more timely."
Human Events, May 7, 2001, by J. Curtis Lovelace
"...a page-turner for those interested in Sino-American affairs... ...this commonsense approach to foreign relations couldn't be more timely."
Writer's Digest
"...the authors set up the global chessboard and raise the stakes higher and higher..."
Armor Magazine, Sept-Oct. 2002, by 1LT John P.J. Derosa
China Attacks is an astonishing novel... ... realistic and bracing... (it) provides us with looming threats of immobilizing tactics.
The Hong Kong Standard, February 13, 2001, by Peter Barker
...a page-turning flurry of the point-counterpoint world of military invasion and international political brinkmanship...
Human Events, May 7, 2001, by J. Curtis Lovelace
... a page-turner for those interested in Sino-American affairs... ...this commonsense approach to foreign relations couldn't be more timely.
The Strategy Page, August 6, 2002, by Adam Geibel
...a well-told piece of art imitating life: will the Asian dragon triumph...?
Writer's Digest
...the authors set up the global chessboard and raise the stakes higher and higher...
Book Description
China Attacks is an exciting, entertaining, yet informative novel that explores the international politics that may be leading the world to war, describes America's and China's vast military capabilities and plans, and posits a riveting scenario of catastrophic conflict as superpowers collide over the island nation of the Republic of China on Taiwan. Told through the eyes of five main characters: a young, brash and beautiful CIA analyst; a rock-solid Marine Corps colonel; an Army National Guardsman; a Chinese commando officer; and a member of China's Communist Party elite, China Attacks, leads the reader through deception, betrayal, brutality and triumph.
From the Author
This book, now in its second edition, is a fictional treatment of how China might seek to attack Taiwan in the near future. Steven Mosher and I put a year of research and writing into this effort. We're pleased that the book has been translated into Chinese and sells in Taiwan. We hope you buy our book, read it, and find it hard to put down! --Chuck DeVore, Irvine, California
About the Author
Chuck DeVore, served in the Reagan-era Pentagon as a Special Assistant for Foreign Affairs. He later served on the staff of Congressman Chris Cox (R-CA). He is a Major in the Army National Guard. Steven W. Mosher has used his fluency in Mandarin and experience living in China to help him research his best-selling non-fiction books about China and Asia including Broken Earth: The Rural Chinese and A Mother's Ordeal: One Woman's Fight Against China's One-Child Policy. Mosher's latest book, Hegemon: China's Plan to Dominate Asia and the World, was published by Encounter Books.
Excerpted from China Attacks by Chuck Devore, Steven W. Mosher, DeVore Chuck. Copyright © 2000. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
The People's Commando Major Chu Dugen remained motionless in the predawn calm, the moon lay low in the west to his right. Small puffs of icy steam leaked out from his black ski mask, it was the only evidence of life coming from his carefully camouflaged position. He and three of his best men were high on a ridge overlooking a small, Muslim village in extreme western China near the borders of Afghanistan and Tajikistan. The sniper next to Dugen shifted his weight and sighed slightly. The man had been in position for an hour now. The cold was beginning to bite into his muscles. Dugen put his hand on the soldier's shoulder. He said in a low, barely audible voice, "Huizi, relax. They won't move until the moon sets. Give your rifle to me and slowly stand up. Stretch. Just keep your movements slow and fluid." The commando officer knew there would be a period of total darkness for about 37 minutes before the dawn began to break. The sniper soundlessly stood and began to limber up using Tai Chi. Dugen smiled under his mask. His men were completely at ease in his presence. He liked that. How different now than it was in 1989 when he led a platoon of conscripts in the assault on Tiananmen Square. "Guangkai," Dugen addressed the compact sergeant perched above him on the rocky ledge, "You have been at the night scope long enough. Wannian take over. Guangkai prep the thermal scope, the moon is almost ready to leave us." The men silently obeyed. Dugen kept his sniper from getting eye fatigue by having his other two men trade off observing the target house with a more powerful starlight scope set on a tripod. The starlight scope needed some illumination beyond that provided by its namesake, however, so Dugen was forced to use a thermal sight to cue his sniper once the moon set. "Huizi, enough. Check your battery level." Dugen knew Huizi's American-made thermal scope ate through batteries at a fearful rate, especially in weather this cold. Dugen shook his head almost imperceptibly-those men down below were good. Five more minutes and his starlight scope would be worthless at identifying the target. A thermal sight could pick out a man, but it wasn't at all good at identifying him, and for this mission, Dugen needed to strike the right target. "Sir!" Wannian hissed, "The door is opening. I see two men. The target is not among them." "Huizi?" Dugen asked. "I see them," the sniper whispered. A puff of wind blew across Dugen's mask, stealing the warmth off the end of his nose. "Wannian, look at the back of the house and up the slope." The house was one of five strung out along a dusty road. Their common backyard was a 1,000 meter high ridge. "Three people and a donkey." Wannian's excitement was muted by his professionalism. "They're about 50 meters above and to the left of the house." "The target will be riding the donkey," Dugen said. He knew he was stating the obvious. He had thoroughly briefed his men, they all knew what to do. In fact, every one of them were qualified snipers as well-Huizi just happened to be the best. Huizi adjusted his right elbow and became very still. Dugen knew he was melding with his rifle and his target. Crack! The single rifle shot echoed through the canyon. "Target's down!" Wannian said a little too loudly. "Right. Pack up, let's go!" Dugen's men were already scrambling, pulling themselves up by the thin brown nylon rope they left in place to aid their ascent up the steep canyon wall. Dugen made sure his men were out of sight when he pulled a small pouch out of his field jacket and left it where Huizi only a moment before had fired his shot. For an instant Dugen wondered what was in the goatskin pouch, but he was forbidden to open it by Jia Battalion's political officer. It wasn't worth the risk to find out, he decided. A whiff of burnt gunpowder passed by his masked face and for a moment his mind filled with images of the bloody bodies of Tiananmen Square. He forced the unwelcome vision out of his head as he turned to pull himself up the rope.
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