Thirty kilometers west of Hulmatu, C1 area.
Time: 3 a.m.
The scorching heat that can scorch people during the day has long faded, replaced by the piercing cold of the desert night.
All is silent, only the endless cold wind, like a vengeful spirit, shuttles and whimpers through the gorges and canyons, whipping up fine sand, which hits the rocks with a rustling sound.
Under this curtain of extreme cold and dead silence, the killing intent, like a lurking scorpion, quietly reveals its sting.
Jiang Feng curled up in an observation post expanded from a natural rock crevice, his body tightly wrapped in a thick infrared isolation blanket, covered with a desert-colored camouflage net blending seamlessly with the environment.
He pressed his eyes close to the eyepiece of the high-power night vision binoculars.
