Five days later, in the coastal city of Huaxia Country, a naval port.
It was a beautiful morning, with warm sunshine and a gentle breeze. The sky was azure, and a few seagulls flew freely, occasionally skimming over the undulating sea surface, screeching before flying off to more distant places. The naval port was lined with warships, gently rocking with the sea waves, and the prominent Bayi markings on their white hulls were noticeably striking. The military flags flapped vigorously in the wind.
On the coast, some patrols with military dogs were on high alert, occasionally casting curious glances at the convoy parked by the shore. Dozens of vehicles, most of them ambulances, suggested emergency rescue. Seeing so many wounded soldiers disembark from the vehicles aroused curiosity about which unit they belonged to, but the strict orders from above quickly dispelled any thought of probing further as they continued to maintain perimeter security.
