Point 1, rear Dragon Tooth Bunker, underground elevator.
Zhou Dingguo was clad head to toe in Dragon Scale Armor Mk-III. The heavy exoskeleton made him look no different from an ordinary frontline soldier.
The pungent stench of blood filled the entire elevator car. The metal floor beneath their feet was slick with a layer of dark-red bloodstains that had not yet been cleaned.
His expression was calm as he looked at the fully armed Chief of Staff beside him.
"Does our army still have any troops we can deploy?"
The Chief of Staff pulled a cigarette from his pocket but did not light it. He merely held it between his fingers and shook his head bitterly.
"Army Commander, we've been fighting for nearly a month. None of the units have been at full strength."
"There's such a large cluster of bunkers in the rear. Every one of them needs the minimum number of personnel to defend it and operate the various emplacements. We really... can't spare anyone."
Zhou Dingguo nodded heavily and asked no more questions.
Around him, the elevator was packed with soldiers from the 52nd Army's headquarters guard company, First Platoon. Every one of them wore an impassive expression, their faces resolute.
With a clang, the elevator jolted slightly and stopped.
The gate opened.
A chaotic chorus of shouts, desperate wails, and ceaseless gunfire and cannon fire blended into a wave of sound that poured into Zhou Dingguo's ears.
"Move! Move, move, move! Follow me!"
The guard company's First Platoon leader called to his men and charged out first.
Zhou Dingguo followed after him, cursing at the Chief of Staff beside him.
"That bastard Liu Songming! He won't need to execute me. If I die, I'll die in battle!"
From Zhong Li's Field of Vision, the Number Two