Western Erbil, Abu You Armed Camp.
The darkness before dawn is the deepest, but it also heralds the approach of light.
Abu You stood at the edge of the camp, looking at the silent yet determined team before him.
Four thousand soldiers...
Most of these people are veterans who have followed him for years, and at this moment, each person's eyes show confusion, but more so a resolute determination for the future and trust in him.
All possessions that could be carried were taken, vehicles roared, but order prevailed.
This is a tragic migration, a defection for survival.
"Commander, everything is ready."
Casim stepped forward, reporting in a low voice.
Abu You nodded, took one last look at the land they had once fought fiercely for, hardened his heart, gritted his teeth, and ordered, "Move out!"
