It was already eight o'clock at night, but the weather here was clearly different from back home.
Eight o'clock here was more like four in the afternoon. The sun wasn't directly overhead, but it was still hanging in the sky.
He looked up at the sun, then took out a military map from the vehicle and unfolded it. With a wave of his hand, he said:
"Let's move out. We'll try to reach this area by early morning."
Qi Xiaotian followed Fang Chenyi's finger and saw he was pointing to the edge of the Taklamakan Desert. It was also the last small town in this area. Any farther in was just desolate, uninhabited desert.
He nodded, picked up his handheld radio, and gave the convoy the order to move out.
Ten Mengshi trucks let out a roar as they sped down the airport's wide runway.
After leaving the airport, the trucks turned onto a road that wasn't particularly wide. However, despite the narrow road, there was very little traffic, so the Mengshi trucks were able to maintain a high speed.
