In this godforsaken place far from the main logistics hubs of the US Army, these well-equipped elites are actually worrying about the most basic, cheapest drinking water and a roof to shield them from the wind.
And right now, the only one who seems able to quickly provide these things is the man they had just treated with arrogance and military power—Song Heping.
A subtle but continuously spreading sense of foreboding begins to coil around the heart like a cold Poison Snake.
"Mans, take your men and guard this place, stay alert. I always feel there's something sinister here."
Sanders made a decision, and said heavily:
"I'll personally make a trip to Hulmatu to talk to that man named Song! We must resolve the supply issue quickly, otherwise we won't even need to wait for the enemy to act; this godforsaken place and damned lack of water will drown us first!"
Hulmatu, the "Liberation Forces" command post.
