M-16.

”Drop your weapons immediately, all of you!” someone shouted in heavily accented, high-pitched English. “You’re under arrest!”

Schaefer turned and saw the line of soldiers crouching at the top of the slope, rifles trained on the Americans. The Russians were used to winter conditions; they had been able to move into position undetected, and they now had the Americans trapped against a blank wall, completely unsheltered and vulnerable. And there was no telling how many of them there were; they could have an entire division behind that little ridge.

Schaefer put down his weapon, slowly and gently. At least, he thought, these were human enemies.

They might have a common foe.

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