He took a deep breath.
It's January now, and the temperature in Northern Illigo is somewhat low.
The cold air rushed into his lungs, bringing a strange calm.
As the hour, minute, and second hands perfectly overlapped at "4:00", he spoke into the microphone with a steady and powerful voice, conducting this multi-participant symphony of death:
"Operation 'Furnace', commence!"
Exactly four in the morning, west of Baghdad.
Rumble——!
The earth suddenly trembled! The M109 self-propelled howitzers and D-30 towed howitzer positions belonging to the 9th Armored Division of the Illigo Government Army spewed forth countless blazing tongues of fire!
Heavy artillery shells tore through the darkest silence before dawn, crashing like meteor showers onto the 1515 armed positions on the outskirts of Ozham.
The continuous sound of explosions echoed through the air, with massive fireballs and dense smoke rising into the dark sky, illuminating half the heavens.
