The evening when Tetric City fell, the sky was stained a sickly orange-red.
This was not a gift from the setting sun, but the result of a mixed toxic cloud spreading at low altitude.
Song Heping stood on the top observation deck of the mobile command center, the city that had just been taken reflected in the lenses of the military binoculars in his hands.
Or rather, this city that had just been destroyed.
"Seventeenth and Twenty-first Infantry Battalions reporting, we have secured the city hall and central square area, encountered weak resistance."
The voice of the frontline Commander came through the communication channel, yet there was no joy of victory in his tone.
"But… high concentrations of chemical agents have been detected in the air."
Song Heping lowered the binoculars, his face devoid of any expression.
As the Boss of the Defense Company, he had seen too many battlefields, but the scene before him still went beyond the scope of conventional warfare.
