Five minutes later.
In the tent of the "Liberation Forces" temporary command post at the front line, Song Heping stood in front of a makeshift campaign table covered with maps and reconnaissance photos. His body leaned slightly forward, hands resting on the edge of the table, like a leopard about to pounce on its prey.
Across the table and on both sides stood Jiang Feng and Samir.
Jiang Feng frowned, his fingers unconsciously pinching the corner of a map, his gaze shifting back and forth between the dense defense markers of Tetric City on the map and Song Heping's face.
Samir appeared somewhat agitated, occasionally licking his dry lips.
Just now, Song Heping had just laid out his bold, near-crazy plan—
Samir and Jiang Feng would lead six thousand "Liberation Forces" militiamen in a feigned attack on Tetric City; meanwhile, he would personally lead the most elite two mercenary camps in a long-distance raid, directly targeting the oil hub in Bayji to the northeast.
