Song Heping jumped off the vehicle, and the first thing he saw was the war-torn battlefield.
Even in the night, with the help of the vehicle's lights, one could see the wreckage and corpses scattered everywhere. Burning pickups emitted black smoke, and the sand was stained dark red with blood.
In the distance, groups of captives were being escorted toward a temporary camp.
Then he saw that familiar figure—
Avanti was standing beside a T-72S tank, explaining something to several officers.
Even from a distance, Song Heping could recognize the unique commanding gestures of his old friend.
Avanti seemed to sense something and turned his head.
Their gazes met in mid-air.
Song Heping crossed the battlefield where the smoke had not yet dissipated, his boots crunching against the sand, occasionally having to dodge scattered weapon debris and unburied corpses.
Avanti also walked towards him, and his staff stopped in unison, keeping a distance.
