As dusk fell, when Ang returned to the garrison, the air still carried the scent of sea breeze and salt.
After several days of adjustment, he had finally begun to grow accustomed to the rhythm of Wally Island.
The strategic meeting convened by the Military Department today had become the matter occupying his attention most.
The meeting hall was brightly lit, with tables and chairs arranged neatly. Nearly sixty commanders sat along both sides of the long conference table, and the air was thick with tension and oppression.
Ang silently entered the hall, found a seat in a corner, and faced the enormous map before him.
The map's outline was extremely rough. The continent was depicted as little more than a general shape, while Wally Island sat in one corner like a tiny chess piece.
Ang could not help falling into thought. Just how vast was this Archipelago Plane? Where exactly were the continent's borders? Question after question circled through his mind, but soon, a voice pulled him back to reality.
"Regiments 40 through 50 will be responsible for attacking Point 5," a commander announced sharply.
Ang quickly lowered his head, his gaze locking onto the map. After a swift scan, he found the clearly marked Point 5.
The point was located at the mouth of a river, where the terrain spread out like a fan. There were no obvious obstacles nearby, nor were there any specially marked danger zones, only several indications of changes in elevation.
A trace of doubt rose in his heart, but seeing that the other commanders had voiced no opinions, he decided to suppress his curiosity for the moment and wait for the meeting to continue.
The meeting proceeded very quickly. After some tactical discussions, the deployments for each attack point gradually became clear.
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