I'm not sure why I continue to put myself through the experience of reading these books. They don't get any better. And their utter badness is essentially the same from book to book, so it's not like I get any new experiences out of them. Not really. I guess there's a reason that Johnstone was able to publish more than 200 books in his lifetime. And that reason appears to be that he doesn't bother with either second drafts or editors.
Here's an example of a sequence that happened in this book:
At a mid point in the story, our villain, the evil Striganov, leader of of the Russian forces looking to make their home in wartorn America, and who want to wipe out all inferior races (a la Hitler), decides he should kidnap the jewish wife of Ben Raines. Raines, of course, is the infallible hero of the story.
Some chapters later, Raines has a sudden flash of intuition that Striganov might try to kidnap his wife. He tells her to watch herself, and she agrees, thus deflating much of the suspense that could have possibly come from this subplot.
A few chapters later, Striganov suddenly decides, well, I guess I won't kidnap her after all, presumably because the author realized he was too close to the end of the book and didn't have enough time to complete that subplot. Oh well, no sense in rewriting anything...
This book, I think moreso than the the rest of the series thus far, borders on pornography. There's war porn, with lusty, detailed descriptions of army weapons and vehicles that flew well over my head. There's rape and torture porn, where characters are frequently raped by villainous characters with massive dongs, as other villainous characters watch and giggle and jerk themselves off. Because nothing says evil like sex crimes. And of course, there's Mary Sue porn, where our hero, the very obvious author stand-in, is so ridiculously good at everything he does that -- LITERALLY -- people start to think maybe he's an actual and for real god.
There's 35 books in this series, and if I continue on at the pace I'm going, I'll probably be 70-something by the time I finish. I'm not sure it's worth it, and yet I already feel the odd pull toward the fourth in the series. Goddamn you, Ben Raines. Goddamn you.