The meeting at the Damascus command post ended amid a tense and pragmatic atmosphere.
The plan is set, all that's left is execution.
There's no time for cheering or hesitation; once the gears of war turn, they can only be fueled by blood and steel, roaring forward.
Song Heping and the chef barely paused.
An elite team of Wagner guards and several liaison officers from the Silia government army were already on standby in the building's underground garage.
The vehicles were several Toyota Land Cruisers equipped with light armor and heavy machine guns, and a truck responsible for transporting extra ammunition and communications equipment.
The engines rumbled softly, the exhaust pipes emitting a slight heat wave.
"Depart, Halab."
Song Heping opened the car door, concise and direct.
The convoy drove out of the underground shelter, charging onto the streets of Damascus shrouded in the night.
