After two rounds of shelling, Abdullah left, and he left in a hurry. He just greeted Gao Yang, exchanged a few casual words, and then took off.
When the shelling ended, of course Rebrov had to take the artillerymen back.
Back at the temporary camp, Gao Yang picked up the mutton soup and took a sip, then put down the mess tin and sighed, "It's good, but if you keep drinking it, it stops being that wonderful."
After putting down the mutton soup and sighing, Gao Yang lifted the mess tin again and slurped it all down—meat, soup, plus half a big flatbread—then sighed again, "But anyway, it's still way better than gnawing on compressed rations every day."
Glolov chuckled and said, "As long as you know that."
Gao Yang put down the mess tin and spoon, and said to Rebrov, "If Abdullah really handed over all of the Houthis Armed Forces' artillery for you to command, could you handle it?"
Rebrov said in great surprise, "All of it?"
