Baghdad Green Zone, US Joint Command Center.
Colonel Kote leaned back in the high-backed chair of the command post, his fingers rhythmically tapping the smooth armrest.
In front of him, six screens displayed real-time views of various angles of the northwest Illiguo battlefield. On the central screen, a convoy made up of over twenty armed pickups and a few armored vehicles was trapped in a wasteland.
"Colonel, latest intelligence."
Intelligence Officer Lieutenant Jenkins turned his head, excitement obvious on his face, "Song Heping's forces' radio communication has dropped by 70% in the last fifteen minutes, their UAV activity has completely ceased. Satellite thermal imaging shows that their vehicle cluster is tightening their defensive circle."
Kote's lips curved into a smile as he sipped his coffee from the table.
The rich aroma of Colombian coffee beans filled his mouth, an intoxicating satisfaction similar to what the current situation brought.
"Casualties?"
