The dawn is just breaking, but the thick fog outside Chittagong has not completely dissipated. The air is thick with the acrid scent of smoke mixed with damp earth.
The Free Army has not given up despite last night's intimidation.
At six in the morning, several heavily modified armored pickups and a dozen armed men with AK-47s appeared again on a dirt hillside five hundred meters outside the medical point.
They did not recklessly approach but lurked at the edges like hyenas, probing and testing, with the dark gun barrels occasionally pointing towards the direction of the medical point deliberately or unintentionally.
"These bastards are testing our limits."
Having almost not slept all night, Ge Zhengxiang put down the binoculars, his eyes bloodshot and his face stern.
