Gao Yang's face turned ashen from the beating.
Li Jinfang lifted his foot, hesitated but did not dare to put it down. Finally, he gritted his teeth, placed his foot on the sandy ground, and twisted it around a bit, exhaling deeply before cautiously lifting his left foot and stepping forward. He hesitated again, shuffled, and placed it down.
Li Jinfang's face was drenched with sweat. After glancing at the line of soldiers behind him, he took a breath and lifted his right foot once more. As he set it down again, a thin, sand-colored line suddenly popped up from the sand.
The line quickly sprang up, and alongside the route chosen by Li Jinfang, grenades were ejected from the sand one after another. Over a stretch of more than twenty meters, five grenades were pulled out. But that wasn't the end of it; following the grenades, a flare was launched into the sky.
