At dawn the next day, the red sun leapt over the horizon, the first ray of sunlight dispelling the vast shroud of night, casting golden beams down, illuminating the earth, spreading over the canopy of the ancient forest. Countless birds and beasts began to chirp and frolic, adding a hint of life to the prehistoric woods.
Near the unnoticed entrance of a valley within dense woods, an unusual troop was marching. Almost a hundred people in military uniforms were strung together, forming a disordered line, trudging forward despondently, their heads hanging low, faces pale, eyes filled with despair.
The ones escorting the troop were the opposite, fully armed, carrying seized weapons and ammunition, brimming with excitement. However, their eyes flickered with alertness, occasionally glancing around. The ones leading were draped in camouflage suits, squatting under trees, resembling a thicket, their dark faces with bright, piercing eyes were sharp and steadfast.
