"First Garrison Regiment! Colonel Maxim! Report your position! Respond!"
Again and again.
Only despairing electronic silence, or noise twisted into screaming howls like evil ghosts.
No calls received any response.
Except for his six brigades, all other units deployed in various locations seemed to have fallen silent.
"What on earth is happening..."
Lumar stood rigid in the center of the command vehicle, his tall frame slightly swaying.
The cursor flashing on the command screen reflected his pale face, and beads of sweat like beans slid down his temples.
Immense fear, like cold tidewater, instantly submerged him.
He finally saw the truth of this game — this wasn't a raid, it was a long-planned military coup!
The target is the heart of the nation, Butare!
