He wore an ordinary black robe, a headscarf, and his neatly trimmed beard complemented the calm gaze of his deep-set eyes as they fixed on the map marking Titrick's position.
In the room with him were only his most trusted two aides—military advisor Abu Abdul, and intelligence and foreign liaison officer Abu Hayyan.
"Are the reinforcements still entering Titrick continuously?"
Buckdadi's voice was not loud, yet it seemed to make the air in the room thick with tension.
"Yes, Caliph," Abu Abdul replied, "In the past three days, about four thousand to five thousand warriors along with a batch of anti-tank weapons and anti-aircraft ammunition have infiltrated through the area controlled by Samir."
Buckdadi's fingers tapped lightly on the table, creating a ticking sound.
"Samir... why do I feel like our infiltration and support into Titrick have been too smooth these days..."
This was the doubt in his heart.
