"We've pretty much hit the enemy straight in the heart," Yan Han said with a smug squint, "The Red Army's defense is nothing special."
"Don't get too happy too early," Liu Xing looked around, "The most important problem right now is, we don't know where the kitchen is!"
"I know," Yan Han pointed to the right front, "Just follow this direction, and we can't go wrong."
"How can you be so sure?" Liu Xing asked with a puzzled face.
Yan Han gave an unnatural cough, "My nose is particularly sensitive, especially to the smell of food." Pointing to one of the tents, he said, "Right there, stopping there definitely won't be wrong."
...
Meanwhile, Luo Ye, Ji Sisi, Li Xiaobei, Lu Jian, were touching their way up to the command center. They dodged the patrolling guards, peered through a gap into the tent, and saw an unfamiliar middle-aged man directing everyone to operate the missile system.
"Why don't we see Instructor Ye?" Li Xiaobei muttered softly.
