C111 Reaching
Approaching noon, Zhang Henghui commanded the convoy to halt—it was time for their midday meal.
Following a quick lunch and a brief rest, the convoy resumed their journey, now less than a third of the distance remaining to the official base of Pauweth.
"Stop!"
Zhang Henghui's voice crackled through the walkie-talkies in each vehicle, prompting a gradual halt of the fleet.
"Wenbao