Several people set up camp in the area where the desert meets the city, recuperating and preparing for the next day's advance...
In the night, a few monotonous-colored tents formed a cluster. After days of rushing around, everyone was utterly exhausted, and after nightfall, they all fell into a deep sleep.
Only the tent doors of Lang Feng and Long Lingli remained open. Inside, it was empty.
In the distance, Lang Feng was on the phone. From his voice, one could tell he was still investigating the identities of that group of American soldiers...
Long Lingli stood on a large stone, gazing into the distance... The night sky was clear, azure and vast, with a crescent moon shining like water. The rolling dunes stretched to the horizon, seemingly peaceful and lovely, but Long Lingli didn't take it lightly. He could see that beneath the seemingly calm surface of the desert, countless dangers lurked.
