Gu Lingling helped the young soldier with translation, and looked up at the commanders in the center of the hall, only to see them intensely focused on some research.
"What the hell is this Red Team doing?" one of the commanders said, throwing his pen onto the table.
As soon as he finished speaking, the sounds of an attack came from afar.
"Has it started?" whispered one person.
Has it really begun?
Isn't this a bit too hasty?
"Where is that sound coming from?" At this moment, the hall's door was pushed open, and Mr. Qian entered.
Someone immediately pointed to a location on the map and said, "The sound seems to be coming from here."
Here?
Mr. Qian frowned as he looked and asked, "Where is the Blue Team located now?"
The chief of staff next to him pointed to a position.
"Here, huh." Mr. Qian stroked his chin, "That's interesting."
What does that mean?
Everyone listened intently for Mr. Qian's next words, but he said nothing further.
