There is a type of fiction that I refer to, for lack of a better term, as "construction porn". It seems that guys really like to read about the building and organizing of stuff: a new spaceship, a perfect survivalist hideout, a baseball team. It's not the action at the end that is the point of the book, but the building of the thing.
For instance, in Oh John Ringo No's Ghost series, the hero spends most of a book organizing the valley and village and castle he has come into possession of with the studied meticulousness of a small boy with toy soldiers or a grown man with a model railroad layout.
In Tom Kratman's Countdown: The Liberators, what's being built is a mercenary army. Oh sure, there's action. Jailbreaks and specops stuff in the mountains of Afghanistan and eventually the inevitable invasion of the fictional African country but, like Forsyth's The Dogs of War, the meat of the book is the setting up of the organization and the laying out of plans: Construction porn.
If you like mercenary novels and tank shoot-em-ups and whatnot, it's a pretty good book. I suspect that for fans of construction porn, it's... rather better. Anyhow, I ordered the sequel, which arrived in the same box as Dead Six, which I am reading now. Not much construction going on in Dead Six. Rather the opposite, actually.