The outskirts of Sawinu City.
Song Heping stood behind a hastily constructed bunker, holding a night vision binoculars, his view filled with the hellish scenes of street warfare.
Tracer rounds frenziedly zipped through the ruined buildings, weaving a web of death.
Mortar shells crashed down, raising towering dust waves mixed with rubble and dismembered bodies.
The earth-toned figures of Haftar soldiers struggled to advance amidst the debris, relentlessly suppressed by intersecting gunfire behind broken walls and ruins.
Each flash of explosion illuminated the twisted bodies and dark red blood stains pooling into streams within the ruins.
Minute by minute, time slipped by, yet the progress of the battlefront remained suffocatingly slow.
Sayif's three thousand reinforcements and the arsenal on the Marlin Fish were like a sword hanging overhead, less than three days' journey away from Sawinu.
With every passing minute, the anxiety multiplied.
"This won't do..."
