Eight o'clock in the morning.
Inside the Bayji municipal building, the smoke had not completely dissipated.
Song Heping stood in front of a military map spread over a broken office desk, his finger heavily pointing at several areas marked with red circles.
"First platoon, clear remaining resistance points at the refinery in the west of the city, watch for IEDs and snipers. Second platoon, coordinate with Abu You Brigade to sweep the blocks surrounding the municipal square, leave no blind spots."
"Move quickly, we don't have time to linger here, must establish a solid defense as soon as possible..."
Before he finished speaking, the encrypted radio at his waist suddenly emitted a rapid and sharp buzzing sound, the highest priority distress signal.
Song Heping's brow furrowed sharply, and the eyes of all the commanders around instantly focused on him.
He quickly grabbed the radio and pressed the talk button.
"This is 01, speak!"
