The dawn broke, with a few strands of midnight blue still hanging in the six o'clock sky.
The subtropical spring wind, carrying moisture and vitality, gently swept over the sleeping earth.
In this land embraced tenderly by green mountains and plains, the large force led by Liu Zhizhong was quietly awakening, embarking on a new day's journey.
The military vehicles roared, like a giant steel dragon, traveling along the winding roads.
The tires rolled over dew-soaked soil, leaving behind firm tracks.
On the plain, the convoy stretched out like a long dragon.
The headlights pierced through the thin mist, illuminating the road ahead and the resolute faces of the soldiers. Clad in uniform camouflage, their eyes flickered with a desire for victory, and the responsibility on their shoulders was as heavy as Taishan, yet it also fueled their determination.
