The Three Frontlines

Meanwhile, as Xiaoyun took a day off after his wedding, a different story was being played near Dongguan.

An old man was standing with binoculars on top of a building, looking in the distance where a city was located.

Right before the city was a massive river, which had risen to a much higher level due to the spring rains of the past few weeks.

"Is the bridge fully cleared yet?" A middle-aged soldier curiously asked, standing right behind the old man.

"No, sir. It will take at least one more hour to have the road completely clean from all the cars."

As a young soldier answered the middle-aged man, the old man stepped back down from the roof.

"No need to rush, Lieutenant Colonel Jixi. We still have plenty of time to prepare."

The old man who answered was Yiming, who had a firm look on his face, unfazed by the days of living outside.