WWIII: Rage of Battle

Beneath the North Atlantic, four hundred miles south of the Greenland-Iceland-Norway Gap, the USS Roosevelt, one of America's Sea Wolf submarines, heads out on its mission to protect NATO convoys. On the icy ocean surface, the Russian Kresta II cruiser Yumashev is on the hunt for enemy subs. A Sapecat Jaguar skims low at Mach 1.1 after takeoff from the RAF base in Cornwall, England. Carrying two fifteen-hundred-pound Exocet missiles, the Jaguar's mission is to destroy the Soviet subchaser menacing the U.S. Atlantic fleets. In northern Germany, nineteen miles north of the Dortmund-Bielefeld pocket, a crack Soviet SPETS commando reginemt advances against pinned-down American Airborne troops. Once softened up, these Americans and 200,000 others will be assaulted by a million Russian troops massed against NATO's fragmented central and southern fronts. All across the Korean peninsula, thousands of U.S. Army Cobra helicopters, carrying rockest armed with fragmentation heads, zero in on the North Korean Army. The time is now. The war that once seemed impossible is raging everywhere. Every nation, every individual, is both hunter and prey.