The day known to the world.
1 AM, far away in the South at the nation's border.
Zhang Guoqing, just out from the frontline command headquarters, lit a cigarette and looked up, gazing across at the enemy nation.
A mountain breeze swept over the wilderness before dawn, allowing his tense nerves throughout the night to slightly relax, and his mind felt clearer.
At this moment, he could still hear the radio operators around him, constantly transmitting the orders, instructions, and missions from the higher-ups using coded language.
Mixed within were updates and new developments from the frontline scouts reporting from enemy forward positions.
Some of this intelligence might come from the squad led by his three sons.
He had been here for several days, yet still hadn't seen his three sons.
At this moment, his sons might be on their way back, or perhaps still hiding in the enemy territory.
