At the same time Ahmed was deploying the attack plan, 120 kilometers away, in the underground command center in Bayji, Song Heping was staring at the blinking dots on the electronic map.
The map clearly showed a route extending from the Siria border to Titrick, with twenty-seven red markers distributed along the line — those were the stop points, hidden warehouses, and transfer stations for Ahmed's supply convoys over the past four weeks.
"He thinks that we don't know." Song Heping said softly, his finger sliding across the western shore of Lake Sersal, "He thinks the water route and the cover of night can hide everything."
Jiang Feng stood beside him, holding the latest surveillance report: "In the past seventy-two hours, three more supply teams have passed through the route, transporting an estimated two hundred tons of material."
"What is Ahmed's current troop strength?" Song Heping asked, his eyes still fixed on the map.
