Northwest Illiguo, Badi Town.
"That's a smoke bomb!"
Rod put down the satellite phone, his face suddenly darker than the bottom of a pot.
"We've all been played! Samir's forces never intended to attack here, now I understand…"
He seemed to have discovered a major secret.
"The 'People's Power' was just a feint before—they led us here! Damn it! That guy surnamed Song is too cunning!"
After saying this, Rod turned and waved his hand: "Withdraw! Emergency retreat to Siria!"
Ten minutes later, Ahmair stood in the command post staring at the empty table in amazement.
The Americans left as soon as they said they would, not showing him even the slightest respect.
"Damn American pigs! They just left like that!"
The subordinates standing on both sides exchanged uneasy glances, unsure how to respond.
From Badi Town to the border didn't actually take much time.
After all, it was less than thirty kilometers away.
