Before Song Heping's voice had finished, suddenly a piercing whistle sounded from the outskirts of the camp.
It was a warning whistle.
It meant an enemy incursion.
Enemy?
Everyone present turned their heads towards the outside of the camp.
In their view, they saw Abbas, the reconnaissance team leader sent by Samir, rolling and crawling through the perimeter line. His face was ashen, sweat and sand smeared all over his face, and his eyes were filled with pure horror. He couldn't even catch his breath before he frantically shouted:
"1515 is attacking! They're coming!"
"What?!"
Samir's face underwent a dramatic change.
After all, previous intelligence indicated that the main force of 1515 was in the Tikrit direction, although those tribal militia leaders and remnants that defected to us claimed 1515 armed forces attacked them. We didn't expect them to move so quickly!
In an instant, they've come here?!
"Where did you see them?"
