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In the very near future, China, now the world’s largest industrial producer and consumer of Mideast Oil, passes a law that all new cars manufactured in that nation will be operated on natural gas. Beneath the floor of the South China Sea, around the contested Spratly Islands, billions of gallons of natural gas wait to be mined. But at the center of the Spratlys, the remote but strategic island of Itu Aba is occupied by China’s historic enemy, ...
In the very near future, China, now the world’s largest industrial producer and consumer of Mideast Oil, passes a law that all new cars manufactured in that nation will be operated on natural gas. Beneath the floor of the South China Sea, around the contested Spratly Islands, billions of gallons of natural gas wait to be mined. But at the center of the Spratlys, the remote but strategic island of Itu Aba is occupied by China’s historic enemy, Taiwan.
When the new, power-hungry Chinese President, Tang Qhichen, orders Chinese Naval forces to attack Taiwanese forces on Itu Aba, U.S. President Douglas Surber responds, ordering the U.S. Seventh Fleet to try and quell a burgeoning naval showdown between the two Chinas.
Aboard the submarine tender U.S.S. Emory S. Land, one of the first ships in the naval war zone, is Ensign Stephanie Surber, a recent Naval Academy graduate who is also the First Daughter of the United States. As the Emory S. Land steams into harm’s way, Ensign Surber’s life is gravely threatened. The President must make a decision. Will he take a stand against evil? Or will he save the life of his daughter?
five minutes after sunrise twenty-first century
Three porpoises break the surface of the sea in perfect formation, peacefully oblivious to the thundering rotor blades slicing through the morning air just seventy-five feet above.
From the cockpit of the lead chopper, Lieutenant Wang Ju, squadron commander, looked out to his left at the black attack helicopter beside him, its nose dipped down. Hanging from the chopper's underbelly is a fistful of anti-armor rockets, each one powerful enough to take out any target they might find below. Painted on the tail section of its fuselage is a single orange star.
Wang Ju gave his wingman a thumbs-up, then looked to his right, where an identical black chopper, also armed with rockets and displaying a single orange star, flew in a flanking pattern.
There were ten helicopters. They were Z-10 attack helicopters of the PLA Navy, the People's Liberation Army-Navy.
Thundering through clear skies against a five-knot headwind, they flew so close to the surface of the water that their downdraft cut a wide band of ripples across the sea.
Wang Ju glanced down. The porpoises had vanished.
He checked his instrument panel.
Twelve miles to target. Visible contact expected within seconds. He ran through his combat checklist.
Thirty-millimeter cannon. Armed. Check.
HJ-9 anti-tank guided missiles. Armed. Check.
HJ-10 anti-tank missiles. Armed. Check.
TY-90 air-to-air missiles. Armed. Check.
A burnt orange glow lit the cockpit. The edge of the rising sun draped an orange carpet across the rippling wavelets below.
There! Dead ahead! Twelve o'clock!
Itu Aba Island.
The choppers whacked through a wisp of clouds that swept from left to right, blinding their view. Seconds later, they burst through into the sunlit sky on the other side.
The island looked larger now, and the outlines of two buildings came into view. In the distance, at the end of the airstrip in the middle of the island, a green C-130 cargo plane sat on the tarmac.
As the sun climbed higher, its rays illuminated the red flag flapping in the breeze. But the flag was not all red. A dark blue rectangle dominated the upper-left corner, and in the middle of the rectangle was a twelve-point white sun.
The Flag of Rebellion! Anger flushed his body.
"All units. Tiger Leader. On my lead, break left. Assume attack formation."
They had drilled for this maneuver dozens of times over the mainland and dozens more times in flight simulators with footage of the island.
Wang Ju flicked the yoke to his left. Like a flock of geese banking in a perfect "V" formation, the choppers broke out to the east of the island, where they would regroup and launch their attack from the blinding glare of the rising sun, making them harder targets for any sentries posted on the beach with machine guns or handheld missiles.
"Tiger Leader to all units. Arm missiles and report."
"Tiger Two. Missiles armed."
"Tiger Three. Missiles armed."
"Tiger Four ..."
Three miles to the east of Itu Aba, at one thousand feet over the water, they resumed attack formation.
"All units. Follow me." Wang Ju pushed down on his yoke. The lead chopper started back toward the island. "Lock on targets. Report."
"Tiger Two ... target locked ... Tiger Three ... target locked ..."
"Stand by to fire. On my mark."
Ju checked his airspeed indicator.
Speed, 125 knots. Target ... 3 miles downrange ... 2.75 miles ... 2.5 miles.
He gripped the missile-release button. "Stand by. On my mark ..."
Target ... 2.25 miles ... 2.0 miles.
The Z-10 jumped, then settled onto an air cushion. Below the chopper, a single rocket dropped through the air, ignited, and streaked away, trailing a white stream of smoke. Nine other choppers released weapons. Ten white streaks, like streamers dropping from a Shanghai convention hall at New Year's, raced through the sky in a deadly convergence on Itu Aba.
Wang Ju increased airspeed to 130 knots and watched the missiles close on their targets. A fiery explosion in the middle of the island sent angry flames spiraling a hundred feet skyward. A second explosion sent more flames skyward, although not quite as high as the first. When the third explosion erupted, thick black smoke billowed up, rising from bright-hot flames leaping into the morning sky.
"Reduce airspeed to twenty knots," Wang Ju ordered. "Arm machine guns. Descend to 500 feet. Proceed with caution."
He yanked back on the yoke, slowing the helicopter a half mile from the beach. "Go to hover position."
Like gigantic buzzing dragonflies, the ten choppers hovered five hundred feet above the island, viewing the product of their destructive handiwork. Four separate infernos spewing thick black smoke raged below — one from each building at the airstrip, the third from the flaming mass that a moment ago had been a C-130 transport plane, and the fourth from the fuel depot.
Wang Ju flipped on the helicopter's external video cameras to record the event for posterity. As he watched the video monitor's display of the island ablaze in a fiery display of flame and smoke, it hit him. He was witnessing one of the greatest historical moments in the history of the People's Republic of China!
Historians would hail this moment as the dawn of the full and final reunification of the two Chinas under Communist rule! And at center stage of the story would be the squadron leader! Lieutenant Wang Ju! Billions of children in Shanghai, Beijing, Hong Kong, and, yes, even Taipei, would forever remember his name! Many would worship him as a hero!
The Hero's Medal would soon dangle from his neck. And if not the Hero's Medal, then the Meritorious Ser vice Medal! Perhaps the medal would be awarded by President Tang himself! Ju had always wanted to meet the charismatic and bold new president of the People's Republic. Perhaps this would be his chance!
"Proceed cautiously. Move in for closer observation," Wang Ju said as he forced his mind back to the mission. "Watch for small arms on the ground. Eliminate all potential threats."
He tapped the yoke. The air armada inched forward, hovering over the breaking waves as they headed toward the airspace over the beach.
A figure ran from a burning building.
Suddenly, several figures popped up from behind the sand dunes just beyond the beach. They were carrying rifles and ran away from the approaching choppers toward the burning C-130.
Fools! he thought. What did they hope to accomplish by running? Even if they reached the other side of the island, they would have to swim two hundred miles to the Vietnamese coastline.
As Wang Ju watched the men scamper away from the beach, the one on the far left stopped running and turned around.
Wang Ju squinted his eyes. What was the man doing? He looked down through binoculars and saw the man aim his rifle at the choppers! Wang Ju pulled the trigger on the 30-millimeter cannon. Machine-gun fire cracked the air as a string of flashing tracer bullets shot to the ground. A sand cloud rose around the running men, blocking visibility. When the sand cloud cleared, six bodies were strewn in a zigzag pattern, their rifles scattered around them like harmless toothpicks.
Nothing moved. He waited. Finally, moving slowly, other figures began heading for the beach, their arms up, palms turned to the heavens in the universal symbol of surrender.
Wang Ju switched on the chopper's loudspeaker system and spoke in Mandarin. "To all Taiwanese personnel on the island. Come onto the beach with your hands in the air. If you keep your hands in the air, you will not be shot. Military personnel of the People's Republic will land shortly to facilitate your departure." He switched back to the squadron frequency. "Tiger Leader to all aircraft. Fly to prearranged guard points. Remain on station until further order."
The choppers broke from their straight line and flew to positions surrounding the island, hanging in the sky above Itu Aba like points on a clock, their cannons and rockets pointed down at anything or anyone that might move.
Wang Ju scanned the horizon. The second wave of helicopters approaching from the northwest were not attack choppers of the People's Liberation Army-Navy, but rather MI-17-V7 troop transport choppers from the People's Liberation Naval Air Force. The first of five MI-17s came in two hundred feet over the top of the hovering Z-10s. The transport choppers slowed their approach for landing as first one, then another feathered down in the center of the runway that ran down the middle of the island. Armed Chinese Marines poured from the first chopper as the second MI-17 touched down at the end of the runway.
Marines of the People's Liberation Army-Navy fanned out over the island, pointing their guns at the vanquished Taiwanese, who fell to their knees in the sand and surf before their captors, their hands behind their heads.
Wang Ju watched as two other Marines rushed to the flagpole bearing the red flag with the blue rectangular corner and the white twelve-point sun and ripped down the banner. One set it afire, then tossed it aside on the sand to burn.
A new flag ascended the pole. At the top, the wind unfurled it, revealing a large yellow star sewn in the upper-left corner of the orangish-red banner. To the right of the yellow star were four smaller stars in the formation of a waxing crescent moon.
As the morning sun lit the banner of the People's Republic in brilliant splendor, Ju considered it a moment for the ages, an eternal image forever frozen in time. Tears flooded his eyes and dripped onto his flight suit.
"All units! Tiger Leader. Mission accomplished! Break formation! Return to base."
Presidential Palace Zhongnanhai Compound Beijing, People's Republic of China
shortly after sunrise
Years ago, as a hard-charging, mid-level information officer at Communist Party headquarters in Beijing, the new occupant of the office of the president of the People's Republic had been struck by an offhand comment by Barack Obama, then president of the United States.
In a difficult moment after his inauguration, President Obama lamented to the American press that "it would be easier to be president of China."
Perhaps there was more truth in that statement than Barack Obama had at the time realized, President Tang Qhichen now knew. For unlike the president of the United States, who, at least in theory, had to worry about constitutional checks and balances imposed on the executive by the legislative and judicial branches of the US government, the president of the People's Republic of China had no such "constitutional" roadblocks with which to be concerned.
Years before the Obama statement, before Tang started his meteoric ascendency up the party ladder as one of the brightest young minds of his generation, he had been studying at Harvard, as had so many other young Chinese and Russian revolutionaries. His concentration there was on the structure of the American government with the intention, even then, to compare and contrast the presidencies of each nation in order to focus on the strengths and weaknesses of each system.
Even at Harvard, as a foreign doctoral candidate, Tang had already set as his life's goal to bolster the power of the Chinese presidency in the event that he ever fulfilled the hot ambitions running through his veins and his soul.
Being "president" in China wasn't the same as being president of the United States. For the Chinese presidency was and is a necessary dictatorship or, at the very mildest, as American political analyst Bill Kristol once said, "the strongest position in an autocratic and thoroughly entrenched and unaccountable political system."
Privately, Tang embraced the notion of dictatorship and had agreed with Kristol's comparison. He even quoted him in his dissertation comparing the two presidencies.
Dictatorship, Tang believed, not only best served the interests of the masses but was also the most efficient means in the operations of government.
But there remained one major inadequacy in the structure of the Chinese presidency, and it had to do with command and control over the huge three-million-member People's Liberation Army-Navy. Despite the enhanced power given to the Chinese president, in one very important area, the president of the United States wielded more power. And that area had to do with control of the nation's military. For while the American Constitution gave the American president very clear command- and-control authority as commander in chief of all United States military forces, the loose conglomeration of the Communist bureaucracy that ran China had led sometimes to ambiguity in how the country was run and about just who ran its military.
Tang's final doctoral thesis at Harvard, published in both English and Mandarin, touched on this very topic and would have been considered boring in most non-academic circles.
He titled it "The Presidency of the United States versus the Presidency of the People's Republic of China: A Comparison of the Strengths and Weaknesses in Command and Control of the Military Under the Constitutional Structure of Each Nation."
The thesis presented a contrasting study of command-and-control power of the US and Chinese presidents over their respective militaries. In it, Tang hypothesized that China, despite her economic potential, could never become a world superpower unless and until a Chinese president wielded efficient and uncontested control over all Chinese fighting forces.
He also hypothesized that the US presidency had assumed increasing control over the American military because of the use of American presidential power in the many wars and conflicts that America has been involved in after World War II. Branding the US presidency as an "imperial" presidency, he cited a long list of non-declared wars that America had been involved in since 1945.
The list of postwar military action was long and revealing, starting with the Berlin Airlift in 1948, the Korean War in 1950, all the way through America's involvement in Iraq and Afghanistan through 2012 and beyond.
The thesis created an international uproar, at least within the international think-tank community. It was praised by American liberals as a brilliant denunciation of the long list of US military interventions and for its conclusion that the US presidency had become "imperial." His supporters at Harvard had said, "Nations must share equal power on a true global stage."
Tang concluded that "America had been a warmonger," and a number of American columnists at the Washington Post, the New York Times, and the San Francisco Chronicle penned glowing analyses agreeing with him.
Tang had been blasted by conservatives, who criticized Harvard for allowing Communists to study there. Conservatives condemned Tang's conclusion that the only way to strengthen the Chinese presidency and to strengthen the Chinese president's command and control over the Chinese military was to use Chinese military force more often, with a tempo resembling the American pattern since 1945.
The Washington Times branded Tang's thesis as "more dangerous than the original Communist Manifesto." The Manchester Union Leader was more blunt and less diplomatic than the Times, claiming that "this dissertation is Mein Kampf and Karl Marx all wrapped into the mind of a dangerous madman."
The Wall Street Journal, in an editorial entitled "The Rise of the Raging Dragon," suggested that Tang "proposed setting Communist China on a course of military aggression patterned on the Soviet Cold War model." From this editorial, headline writers had branded Tang as the young Raging Dragon, a name that stuck and a name that Tang, frankly, embraced as a badge of honor.
But to Tang, his ideas were neither liberal nor conservative. Instead, they were practical. More military power for the Chinese president was a practical solution and, in fact, the only means of achieving Sino superpower status. His vision was to transform China into a military superpower. His doctoral thesis advocating this solution got him noticed not only in America but also within the highest echelons of power in Beijing. The thesis was the solid-rocket booster that had launched his amazing climb through the party ranks.
In the fifteen years since he left Harvard, the uproar created when the document was first published seemed to have been forgotten in the West — until a year ago.
One year ago, when Tang became president of the People's Republic, the same groups in America, both liberal and conservative, reawoke in a loud swell of cacophonous voices of both lavish praise and venomous howling, with conservatives broadcasting bloodcurdling warnings about him. The names of the columnists and talking heads had changed over the years, but the sound of their voices had remained the same.
Despite their cries, despite choruses of both praise and prophecies of doom, the Raging Dragon's time had come.
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Posted January 22, 2013
Don Brown does not dissappoint! It was a wonderful story that I have not seen done before. I always enjoy his storyline and the fact that I come away with more a greater knowledge of relevant World topics.
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Posted August 2, 2013
If you want great writing and themes that will keep you turning the pages without R rated sexual scenes anything written by Brown is recommended. Raging Dragon will keep you reading.
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Posted July 31, 2013
Wow! I could NOT put this book down! It was full of action and suspense. What a great story! I have read all of Don Brown's books and they are all fantastic!
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Posted April 20, 2013
Heavy on US history, Chinese government, the military, and current American politics, Fire of the Raging Dragon was not an easy book for me. It's well written and well researched but lacks fluidity and definitely isn't composed in layman's terms. I have to be honest: a lot of what I read just passed over my head. I didn't know what I was reading, which may be more a demonstration of my horrendous lack of knowledge on anything to do with the Navy, than a critique on the author's style.
I did not like the tone, probably why I couldn't get into this second installment of the Pacific Rim series. It's very emotionally detached and dry. All I remember of it is a jumble of sentences; I felt dyslexic for about 230 pages, then I finally succumbed and had to put it down. I was a bit intimidated, and thoroughly distressed, as this was the first book I've ever reviewed that I haven't been able to finish. I am disappointed in myself because usually I'm a very determined reader and usually have no problem finishing and heavily criticizing a book I didn't like, but I'm also patting myself on the back for even getting through three-fifths of it. This was not easy on me!
The riveting legal dilemma surrounding recent smoking-gun evidence on a previously only-rumored black market did impress me, though. The crimes against humanity and dismissal of human rights demonstrates the horrific lengths some people would do for money under the Communist rule. Further, the US's dependence on China leaves the country in stalemate; President Surber can either address a moral issue and get his daughter back, or cut diplomatic ties with China forever—leaving his country to ruin.
Faith in the Lord is a big topic in Don Brown's novel, but it's not overly preachy. Aside from the random shouts to God during attack or fighting scenes, the Christian aspect hardly bothered me. There's also a misplaced (and unrequited) romance between Stephanie and hotpants Commander Bobby Roddick. Not sure why this had to be included, seemed strange for a Christian "man's novel," but it's the only thing I could even remotely connect to.
Pros: Realistic, expert political setting // A sure hit for US Armed Forces and Chinese government enthusiasts
Cons: Hard to understand most of it // Dense // Unintelligible political and military slang, including coordinates and commands that sounded like code... and in fact were code // Stylistically unimpressive // Very very very slow-paced
Verdict: On top of the advanced legislative lingo, there are various related characters and subplots in Fire of the Raging Dragon, rather than one solid story; these are extremely confusing and hard to keep track of. Unless you're like the author and have served in the Navy or have some other design of substantial experience, you'll have trouble following it too. I can think of many people whom this book would have thrilled, but unfortunately I am not one of them. The only military stories I seem to be able to handle are the ones with the chiseled abs of emotionally damaged but rock-hard soldier heroes *swoon*.
2 out of 10 hearts (1 star): Not completely a lost cause, but could not finish; I did not enjoy this book.
Source: Complimentary copy provided by publisher in exchange for an honest and unbiased review (thank you!).
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Posted December 24, 2012
In order to further its national interests and nefarious designs of world hegemony, the new power-hungry president of China, Tang Qhichet, also known as Raging Dragon, unleashes the might of its naval forces on the hapless Taiwanese forces on Itu Aba Island, which is located in the South China Sea. Beneath the floor of this sea, billions of gallons of natural gas wait to be mined. And China is hell-bent on mining this natural resource.
Though the Chinese gained control of the Itu Aba Island, the Taiwanese forces capture a Chinese civilian freighter Shemnong which was used for carrying weapons to reinforce communist forces. The crew members are also critically wounded. The US responds to Shemnong’s urgent request for medical assistance and to investigate crimes against humanity aboard the ship.
When the medical team boarded Shemnong, they made a shocking discovery, which even the strong stomach of steel that all doctors possess, the callous resistance to the grotesque, could not withstand. The ship’s manifest lists them as “medical supplies.”
The U.S. President Douglas Surber orders for the ship to be captured and placed in the care of the United States. A fuming Chinese president Tang Qhichet retaliated by attacking USS Vicksburg. As the situation spirals out of control, president Surber send the U.S. Seventh Fleet into the area. USS Emory S. Land, the first to respond, is captured by the Chinese. And aboard the submarine is Ensign Stephanie Surber, who is also the First Daughter of the United States. The Chinese demand the release of Shemnong or they would kill everyone on board USS Emory S. Land.
It is a difficult situation for the U.S. but the bridge must be crossed. The President must make a decision. Will he take a stand against evil? Or will he save the life of his daughter?
One thing that comes to mind as one reads the book is the vast knowledge that the author, Don Brown, exhibits all throughout the story which is simply incredible. The novel explores the history of both sides in the conflict.
Fire of the Raging Dragon by Don Brown is the second book in the Pacific Rim series. It is a political thriller like no other. Don who served five years in the U.S. Navy writes a fast-paced book making good use of his knowledge about the military and their operations, which is guaranteed to engage the reader to the very end. The book may well turn out to be a warning and a prophecy!
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I wish bn would do something to these plot spoilers who reveal the entire book then brag how they got their book for free. Guess what? Yiu just ruined it for the rest of us that may have wanted ti buy thebook. Why buy it now when you just told the entire plot line.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted September 25, 2014
It is not terry and the dragon lady or about the ring of volcanoes abd earthquakes mish mosh if a food would be cold stale egg roll buska
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