Northwest Illinois and the Persian Border, a desolate highland, hidden camp.
After hours of forced marches through dangerous border zones, everyone in the team is exhausted, but the tension in their nerves makes it impossible to relax.
The relief from having successfully evaded air raids quickly gets replaced by new anxiety—they are dragging a dozen burdens behind.
The moment the team arrived at this pre-scouted Persian secret camp, located in a barren mountain hollow, Song Heping issued new orders before there was time even for a hot drink.
"Ibrahim, take people and separate the prisoners, guard them carefully, without my order, no one is to approach."
"Samir, arrange the sentry posts, double guards, send out perimeter scouts, be alert for any tracking."
"Medics, care for the wounded, check everyone's physical condition, especially for frostbite."
"Everyone else, rest on the spot, replenish strength, but do not leave your equipment."
The orders were concise and clear.
