The time moved into the early hours, the bridge was brightly lit, and Cheng Ziang frowned, drinking cup after cup of strong tea, listening to reports from various communication units.
"First and second assault teams are in position..."
"Fifth and sixth assault teams are in position..."
"Nineteenth and twentieth assault teams are in position..."
"Commander, all assault teams are in position!" a female communication officer turned her head and reported loudly.
"What about the airstrike units?" Cheng Ziang put down his teacup and asked.
"All airstrike units are loaded and ready!" After a while, a communications officer answered.
Cheng Ziang glanced at the time, 4:50. He cleared his throat and loudly ordered, "Aircraft take off, prepare for action!"
"Roger, aircraft are taking off..."
About two minutes later, the communicator reported back: "Commander, all aircraft have taken off and are heading towards the target, estimated arrival time is ten minutes."
