Two days later, when the hot winds of the Sahara replaced the cold of Moscow, Song Heping stood on the watchtower at Akent Oasis, observing the doubled-size base through binoculars.
The once-simple camp was now surrounded by reinforced concrete walls, with sniper towers at each corner, and even had two modified Mi-24 helicopters parked on the helipad.
"Looks like White Bear wasn't idle while we were away." Ferrari whistled.
White Bear's voice came from behind: "Welcome home, boss."
This two-meter-tall former Russian special soldier grinned, showing a mouthful of white teeth, "Darfur is now renamed Song."
The operation map in the command confirmed White Bear's words.
This guy wasn't bragging.
The green markers representing the "Musician" Defense Control Zone had already covered the entire Darfur region and even infiltrated into the disputed areas of neighboring Libya.
"Colonel Ka is struggling to take care of himself."
