The night gradually deepened, and the moon hung quietly in the treetops, watching over the silent military camp. The troops had turned off their lights and gone to sleep, leaving the training field empty and desolate. A gust of wind blew by, raising a swirling dance of dust. The national flag in the middle of the training field fluttered in the wind, rustling loudly.
At that moment, three figures suddenly jumped down from the dormitory windows. After landing, they rolled swiftly and crouched on the ground, looking around warily. Once they were certain they hadn't been detected, the three masked their faces with black cloths. After exchanging a glance, they spread out into a triangle formation and moved stealthily forward. The lead figure quickly reached a dark corner of the mess hall, surveyed the area, and then signaled to the other two.
