Three hours later, on the outskirts of Changchun, in a birch forest.
A gale tore at the Japanese Army’s 7th Intelligence Division truck like a wild beast. Snow particles pelted the steel plating with a rustling sound, forming an eerie symphony with the low-frequency vibrations of the generator. Sergeant Sato gripped the radio handset, his knuckles turning pale from the force. The pale beam of the searchlight swept across the snow-covered railway tracks, carving strips of cold light into the ground.
"Frost Falcon One reporting, arrived at the monitoring point," his voice, mixed with the white mist of his breath, sounded unusually hoarse over the radio. "Requesting to activate radar."
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