Song Heping no longer hesitated, his voice decisive, "We must not give them any time to react, we cannot let them send out any information of this engagement!"
"Understood completely, Hive."
Arseny's voice carried a trace of excitement, "I'll launch a direct artillery strike to ensure they report to their Allah before they even know what's happening! Over!"
The communication abruptly ended. Song Heping slowly put down the receiver, feeling some sweat seeping into his palms.
His gaze returned to the sand table of Halaib, as if he could see through the scale model to the brutal scenes unfolding in the real world outside.
The explosions outside seemed to draw closer, becoming more deafening, while the ceiling overhead shook even more violently, with more dust and small stones raining down incessantly, like a downpour that would never cease.
The Chef silently handed over a Military Water Bottle, with faint steam still rising from the spout.
