Two days later, night.
In the northern Sen Republic, near the mining area.
General Lumar sank deep into the leather seat of the command vehicle, eyes cautiously fixed outside.
Outside the window, a steel torrent composed of tanks, armored vehicles, and armed pickups rolled over the cracked land of the Kaduna mining area, raising dust like a murky curtain, obscuring the dim sunset.
The entire six brigades of Sena Defense Army elite — the sharpest sword in his hand — were spreading out in a wedge combat formation.
The tracks of the T-72 tanks crushed the gravel into powder, and the diesel engines of the BMP-2 infantry fighting vehicles roared dully, making the car windows tremble slightly.
Countless dark gun barrels pointed uniformly at the silent mining area in the distance — which contained the nation's wealth and hid the thorn in his and President Du Er's side — "Musician" Defense.
"The intelligence cannot be wrong..."
