Assembly Area.
An empty ground set up with four rows of tents, all multi-person tents. There was open space in the middle, with two rows on either side, a total of about thirty tents.
Most of them were shrouded in darkness, with only a minority lit by tent lamps. Inside, they were mainly the wounded and the medics.
The night was gloomy, oppressively dark, accompanied by incessant rainfall, giving a formidable sense of pressure.
Nine o'clock. Maxwell Moore.
Inside the outermost tent.
Several people huddled together, snuggling together to keep warm in the chill of early spring.
While they were sleeping soundly, an intense light suddenly sparked, startling them awake.
Three seconds to react.
The people inside sprung up at the fastest speed.
"It's nine o'clock."
Willie Ash swung the emergency lamp in his hand, looking at the situation inside, he loudly said to them.
Having not spoken for a while, his voice was somewhat hoarse.
A line of people got up.
