Half an hour later, the news that had been reported thoroughly shattered his last shred of luck.
The various reconnaissance teams sent out returned with consistent information—
The "Liberation Forces" militia positions that previously surrounded Titrick in layers had long been deserted.
Only some abandoned fortifications, scattered empty can boxes, and tire tracks remained, indicating that a large number of personnel had once been stationed here, but at some unknown point, they quietly withdrew, disappearing like phantoms, gone...
Incredulous Az still hadn't given up hope. He personally led a team of guards, driving to the frontline where the Samir Department had been stationed before.
Jumping out of the car, stepping onto the soft sandy soil, he looked at the empty foxholes and camouflage nets before him, a bone-chilling cold rising straight to his head.
"Damn it... Song Heping... Samir... and that damned Jiang Feng!"
He gritted his teeth, his fists tightly clenched.
