I rushed out of the tent and was hit in the face by the dust. I had to cover my face with my hands and open my eyes, but I couldn't. So I used my voice and sixth sense to look for Ian in the blinding dust.
"Annie, go back!" I heard Ian yell at me. However, I didn't go back to the tent immediately and continued to follow the direction of his voice.
"Ian, where are you?" I shouted. The wind immediately blew the dust into my mouth. The strong wind almost blew me off my feet. So I leaned my body forward and took one step after another.
I saw a few soldiers around me had fallen to the ground. The iron pots and racks were also rolling about on the ground. The tents next to them were swaying left and right, and looked like they could be swept up by the wind.