"Stop staring at the missile systems, listen to me."
Song Heping stood before the map for a long time, finally turning around to break the silence.
He turned the computer screen on the table towards everyone, pointing at the image and said:
"Here — 'Rift Valley Corridor.'
His finger traced across the terrain model of a narrow, winding, rugged dry river valley.
"Whether entering Sena by air or land, to reach the northern forces and meet with Lumar, this is the only route to avoid most radar surveillance from the air and facilitate concealment for ground forces. The SAS must air drop quickly to meet with Lumar, this is the inevitable path. The valley is narrow, and the highlands on both sides… form a natural slaughterhouse."
Song Heping's words were like a massive stone thrown into stagnant water, instantly stirring waves in the command center.
Everyone's gaze focused on the narrow 'Rift Valley Corridor,' their anger replaced by a purer, colder hunting desire.
