A voice with a thick Illiguo accent pierced through the wind and sand.
Song Heping looked in the direction of the voice, only to see a familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar figure rushing over quickly.
It was Samir!
He was leaner than the last time they met, with hollow cheeks, prominent cheekbones, and skin scorched dark and rough by the desert wind and sun.
He was wearing a tattered camouflage that mixed leftover US Army supplies with local traits, a traditional checkered headscarf wrapped around his head, and a heavily worn AK-74M slung at his waist.
"Samir!"
Song Heping stepped forward, and without any excess words, the two shared a heavy embrace.
"Boss! You finally came!"
Samir's voice carried a hint of excitement.
He quickly glanced at the "Sand Fox" squad disembarking one after another, and their sophisticated equipment, a flash of light in his eyes, quickly overshadowed by deeper worry.
"The situation is terrible! Come with me quickly!"
