9 pm, deep in the forest near Koma Village.
Song Heping lifted the blanket covering him and wiped the sweat dripping from his forehead.
He had to admit, spending ten-plus minutes under a blanket studying a map in this weather was really tough.
"How's it?"
"No good."
Song Heping folded the map and put it in his pocket.
This map was found on the armed forces' vehicle earlier.
It marked the direction and positions of the South Sudan rebels' attacks.
"Heading north won't work; it's full of rebel groups. Our target is too big. If we get spotted, it'll be hard to shake off their pursuit."
"So what's the plan now?" Maria asked anxiously from the side. "I have to get them to the north. Once we reach the UN peacekeeping zone, we'll be safe."
