Over ten hours later.
The twilight painted the "Razorback" a piercing blood-red, like a massive wound.
The enormous GNA armored convoy rolled with a dust storm, like a belated funeral procession, finally reaching this land of death.
General Sayif sat in the armored command vehicle's seat, his face pale as paper, fingers spasming uncontrollably.
As his jeep drove over the charred wreckage and dried deep brown blood scabs and stopped beside Duan's corpse covered only by a symbolic piece of cloth, Sayif stumbled out of the vehicle, tearing the cloth aside.
With just a glance, his stomach churned violently, he turned abruptly to hold the car door, vomiting intensely, even emptying his bile, making dry retching noises from his throat.
"Gen...General...Lieutenant Yarif...found...also...all SBS people...completely...destroyed...our men...bodies...spread all over..."
The aide's voice carried sobs and a bone-deep fear.
