Persian Plateau, secret camp.
In contrast to the cold luxury of Moscow, the atmosphere here was one of extreme tension and killing intent.
In a reinforced command center in the middle of the base, Jiang Feng had just finished a call with Song Heping.
He put down the encrypted satellite phone identical to Song Heping's and stood up, walking over to the gigantic tactical map.
On the map, Sulaimaniyah and its surrounding areas had been circled with red marker.
Next to it were dense annotations of troop deployments, route planning, and supply node markings.
"Communications Officer!"
Jiang Feng's voice instantly spread throughout the command center.
"Here!"
A young officer from the Liberation Forces immediately stood up to respond.
"Immediately convey my orders!"
