Chapter 82: Highland 391 (11/12)

Wang Zhong had occupied Hill 391 and had been waiting until it got dark—which didn't take long because it was getting dark so early now—when finally Colonel Eugene arrived with his miner's pickaxe.

Eugene jumped off the truck, approached the defensive core next to position 422, and complained, "The weather is getting colder and colder, even with my coat on, the wind made a fool out of me on the ride here."

Wang Zhong: "All right, all right, look at the ground, can it be dug? We found that the heavy artillery only made craters of that size."

He pointed to the side, then realized that in the pitch-black winter, one couldn't see the size of the crater at all.

Eugene took the miner's pickaxe off his shoulder: "That's why I brought this old buddy along."

Wang Zhong stepped back, making room for him to dig.

The colonel struck with the pickaxe and immediately furrowed his brow.

Wang Zhong's brow furrowed too, as he watched the colonel's expression.