The blazing sun slanted down, and the air was somewhat stifling.
A hundred miles west of Magic City, the Azure Ridge Mountains echoed with the thunderous roar of tracks crushing gravel.
More than a hundred Main Battle Tanks from the Special Operations Brigade's Armored Battalion formed a wedge formation. Their gun barrels gleamed with cold metallic light beneath the sun as they prepared to enter the mountain training grounds according to plan.
Brigade Commander Fang Zhiguo stood atop the Command Vehicle, the gold star pinned to his camouflage collar glaringly bright in the sunlight.
He raised a hand to adjust his Tactical Helmet and was just about to give the order to move out when the Satellite Phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated.
The words "Second Brother" flashing across the screen made him furrow his brow slightly.
Second Brother should not have had the leisure to call him at this hour. Had something happened at home?
Otherwise, he would never have called so casually.
He hurriedly answered. Before he could speak, Fang Zhiyang's voice came through.
"Third Brother! Come back quickly! Something terrible has happened!"
On the other end, Fang Zhiyang's voice sounded like torn rags, mixed with chaotic cries and sobs.
"Eldest Brother... Eldest Brother and I were bullied. Liang... Liang was stomped to the ground. His limbs were all crushed, and I don't even know how many ribs in his chest were broken!"
"What did you say?"
Fang Zhiguo's voice abruptly changed, his knuckles turning white as he clenched the phone.
Fang Liang was Second Brother Fang Zhiyang's only son, as well as the Fang family's only male heir.
The family's incense would have to be carried on through him, its branches and leaves spread wide.
Besides, Fang Zhiguo liked this nephew of his very much, even if