Luo Xiao, in his command post, watched the female officer hanging a portrait of Tang Mo, focusing on her backside. He harbored no evil thoughts, it merely felt somewhat out of place amid the tense war situation.
His 8th Corps was besieging Shu from three sides, and the link between Shu and Caili had already been severed, leaving Zhao Jie isolated and on the brink of being trapped like a fish in a pot.
Yet his command post... was currently tidy, situated in a quaint village with a relatively nice view. It was 40 kilometers from the front line, with almost no noise to be heard.
An armored vehicle laying cable was slowly driving past his window, while in the distance, next to some tents, tall antennas were being erected one by one.
This command post, overseeing hundreds of thousands of troops, was thus quite large in scale. Vehicles were everywhere, troops stationed everywhere, and even anti-aircraft gun positions were being constructed.
