In the early hours before dawn, beneath a severely desertified mountain range, a military unit lay hidden amidst the disorderly heaps of rocks and mud. Each person was fully armed, with cold and vigilant eyes scanning their surroundings, ears perked up to catch every detail. About three hundred meters ahead of the chaotic rock piles was a desert highway, where occasionally a car would speed past, injecting a bit of life into this deathly silent wilderness.
A flock of birds frolicked in the sky, playing and chattering near the rock piles, unaware of the unit lurking not far away. The birds' high alertness, and the ability of the unit to avoid startling them, showcased their formidable stealth capabilities. This unit was none other than Luo Zheng and his team, who had rushed here overnight.
