The bright moonlight quietly watched over the vast desert, sprinkling soft light and illuminating the path ahead of the swiftly moving convoy. The group was large, including men, women, old and young, carrying many supplies, slowing their pace. At the front was a well-equipped troop, and another armed troop guarded the rear, while some units spread out for reconnaissance, proceeding cautiously.
Amidst the convoy, Luo Zheng walked alongside a few leaders, occasionally whispering about something. Ghost Hand rushed over from the front, speaking in a low voice, "The convoy can't move anymore, especially the elderly and children. We've been walking for most of the night, and there are about three hours until dawn. Should we stop and rest?"
