Pull hard on the handle of the main umbrella, and with a whooshing sound behind you, the large umbrella immediately opens.

Li Changzhou felt a "whoosh" and his body seemed to be rushing upwards again.

The land before me was desolate, with dust swirling and yellow sand filling the sky.

Amidst the yellow sand, a few dilapidated buildings stand scattered about, resembling the remains of a dead body in the desert, with the yellow sand serving as a shroud.

Information about Yemen flashed through Li Changzhou's mind—an economically underdeveloped country, one of the world's least developed, with a fiscal deficit, unable to meet its own food needs, relying on imports for half of its food. It suffers from severe desertification, with frequent sandstorms in the summer.

Suddenly, a flash of white light appeared in his field of vision, as if someone was using a mirror to reflect sunlight, and he was descending towards it.

Zheng Qing and her group landed within a three-meter radius of Yang Liu, while Li Changzhou and his two companions were far away.

Li Changzhou ran five meters, Li Qianxia ran fifteen meters, and Yang Qinglan had the worst athletic ability. Even with high attributes and high intelligence, she still ran more than thirty meters away.

It was rare to see her lose face, but unfortunately everyone was wearing masks that day, so we couldn't see her expression—Li Changzhou thought to himself as he watched Yang Qinglan walk back from the sandstorm.

But if she really wasn't wearing a mask, she probably wouldn't have such thoughts. With Yang Qinglan's charm, coming out of the yellow sand, she's practically a fairy descending from Dunhuang. How could she possibly be shameful?

Nine people and one dog reunited.

"Remember, everything revolves around the mission," Zheng Qing said.

"Understood!" the five soldiers replied in a low voice.

As Zheng Qing spread her hands, she said to Li Changzhou and the other two, "You are not soldiers, so you don't need to obey my orders. Focus on your own safety and act according to the situation."

"Understood!" Li Qianxia replied in a low voice, just like Yang Liu and the others.

Zheng Qing smiled at her, and the sniper rifle appeared in her hands, which she had been waiting for.

Her expression hardened, and her voice was as firm as steel: "Let's go!"

Nine people and one dog ran toward their destination at an extremely fast speed, leaving trails of yellow dust behind them, like galloping horses.

Currently, all personnel who need to be evacuated have been gathered at the Hongxing Textile Factory, which is owned by people from Xia State. The factory has both Xia State people and local citizens working there.

"Why open a textile factory in Yemen?" Li Qianxia asked, puzzled.

“Yemeni cotton is of good quality, and the price and labor costs are very low,” Yang Qinglan replied.

The two ran side by side, their speed far exceeding that of Yang Liu and the others. Maintaining their current speed was equivalent to their previous jogging, which was easy and pleasant.

This run lasted for more than two hours.

Even with a player's physical abilities, continuing to run would affect their combat effectiveness.

They entered a dilapidated village, intending to rest temporarily.

This village is very poor. Most of the houses are made of wooden planks pieced together, and some are simply a few pieces of cloth, crooked and crooked, even worse than some dog kennels in China.

Here, even wooden planks have become a scarce commodity.

The village appeared deserted, with only some simple household garbage scattered on the ground.

Li Changzhou looked at Yang Qinglan, who gently shook her head, indicating that she had not noticed anything unusual.

“Poison.” Zheng Qing looked at the poison.

The poison has closed its eyes.

Zheng Qing explained to the three of them, "Poison has a skill similar to God's vision, which allows it to see the situation within a hundred meters from a high place, making it more covert than a drone."

"If it can't even compete with drones, I can't imagine what else poison can do," the thigh muttered disparagingly.

"It seems like everyone has a special skill?" Li Qianxia looked at them with interest.

“Of course,” Zheng Qing nodded, “Let’s take this time to get to know each other. As you all know, the main focus right now is still sniping.”

She patted Storm's head again and said, "It's good at tracking and biting. You guys, introduce yourselves."

The last sentence was addressed to Yang Liu and the others.

"Yang Liu excels in agile close combat."

"Thighs, real man."

"What a load of rubbish, a real man." The scholar commented first, then added, "Scholar, you know a little bit of Taoist magic."

"What kind of Taoist magic is that? It's just a natural skill," the big guy retorted.

"The tank's defensive capabilities are decent."

It didn't mention specific skills, only the general direction. It also didn't mention some basic skills, such as shooting, hand-to-hand combat, and stealth, which special forces are good at.

"A real man?" Li Qianxia looked at the thighs curiously.

“His instinct is ‘military spirit’,” Zheng Qing explained. “As long as you are a soldier of the Xia Kingdom, fighting alongside him will increase your strength, physique, and agility by 1 point.”

"That's amazing!"

The man in the thigh said nothing, but simply rubbed the tip of his nose with his thumb and looked at the scholar with disdain.

Yang Qinglan looked at Li Changzhou, wanting to see what kind of expression her brother would have when his sister admired someone else.

As expected, Li Changzhou's gaze sharpened, his face filled with murderous intent.

Li Changzhou noticed her mocking gaze and nudged her arm with his elbow. Yang Qinglan calmly nudged him back.

Li Changzhou bumped into her again, and Yang Qinglan retaliated.

Their little interaction ended there; they stopped colliding, but both had smiles on their faces beneath their gas masks.

"And you?" The scholar ignored the arrogant and smug man and asked the three of them curiously.

Yang Liu, Tui Tui, and Tank also looked at the three of them.

Based on the experience of other teams, players who can come to support missions like evacuating overseas Chinese are either national teams or highly skilled players who have broken through the limits.

"Just give a general overview; no specific skills are required," Zheng Qing told the three.

“Pigeon,” Li Changzhou introduced himself, “is good at things…fighting, a bit like Yang Liu, but more about strength.”

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