Noon, 12 o'clock.
The weather cleared up today, breezy and sunny.
At the temporary camp, a helicopter circled overhead. Before long, a rope was thrown down from above.
Hearing the rumble of the helicopter's propellers, Xiu Chunyun and Peng Yuqiu stepped out of their tent together.
As soon as they emerged, they heard Ya Tianxing descending from the helicopter, his camouflage combat gear standing out against the blue sky, white clouds, and lush greenery.
His descent was so swift that in the blink of an eye, Ya Tianxing touched down.
The rope slackened, and the helicopter instantly flew away.
Xiu Chunyun and Peng Yuqiu had grown accustomed to such sights, exchanged a glance, and then walked toward Ya Tianxing's location.
"Captain."
"Captain."
They called out to him, one after the other.
Ya Tianxing removed his leather gloves and lazily looked them over, "How's the situation?"
