Around four o'clock in the morning, three days later.
The night sky over the desolate snow mountain plateau was as dark as ink, and even the stars seemed to hide behind the clouds, too afraid to come out. Only the sound of howling cold wind could be heard, and nothing else could be seen or heard in this deathly silent plateau. However, suddenly some barely noticeable "snowflakes" appeared in the sky. These "snowflakes" were larger and drifted down slowly.
Soon, the "snowflakes" approached the ground—it was parachutes, and the parachutists controlled their cords, trying their best to maintain balance. They had tactical flashlights installed on their heads, casting intense beams of light that pierced through the dark night, reaching over thirty meters.
