Under the gray misty moonlight, the vast yellow sand carried an endless aura of killing in the cold wind. A military unit moved slowly, the pale white light dispersing the night, guiding the unit's forward direction. They moved cautiously, with someone opening the path in front. The engines of all-terrain vehicles roared, adding a touch of noise to this otherwise dead silent night sky. On both sides, units patrolled, the invisible killing intent permeating the unit, piercing the night sky, appearing extremely terrifying.
This unit slowly advanced, unknowingly passing a sand dune. The team spread out significantly, as if focusing on searching the dunes. Ghost Hand concealed himself among the sand, watching this scene coldly, face growing solemn. Lying motionlessly in ambush, he saw a dozen people approaching him, body remaining utterly still, clenching the Tiger Teeth military dagger in his hand, determined to die gloriously if necessary.
