A night passes without a word, and the first light of dawn rises into the sky.
Orange-red sunlight penetrates the clouds and spills onto the earth.
The sand grains on the barren desert of the Gobi scatter with the wind, and small lizards emerge from rock crevices, scanning around as if searching for food.
Rumble!
Soon, the ground trembles as armored vehicles drive into view.
Like ferocious beasts crushing stones, the small lizards scurry away in panic, hiding in the rock layers, huddled in corners watching the billowing yellow sand rise.
One after another, armored vehicles and tanks advance in a straight line, arriving at the deep pit encampment.
The emblem of the red mountain is painted on the surface of the armed convoy, belonging to the Lou Yue military, as more forces continue to gather.
Armed helicopters arrive in sync, the whirring of their rotors stirring up a breeze.
This scene should naturally be impressive and worthy of admiration.
