Chapter 232: Decision Making

Persian Plateau, 7 PM.

On a bare hillside, several soldiers of the Revolutionary Brigade sat in a circle.

They had just finished praying, a fire nearby had been lit, flatbread was set out, and jerky had been brought out.

In the high-altitude area at night, the temperature was low, so lighting a fire, warming the flatbread, and boiling some hot water for tea warmed their bodies.

In such a desolate place, lighting a fire was not something to worry about being detected, as no one would willingly come to such a godforsaken place at this time.

They chatted and laughed, sharing the food among them.

The water boiled, and someone took the tin kettle off the stand, going around pouring hot water for tea.

Pup—Pup—

The person standing with the kettle suddenly had his head burst open in a spray of blood.

Bits of red and white splattered onto the bodies of those nearby.

"Enemy!"

One of the veterans screamed, reaching for his gun which was placed to the side.