The Red Flag

I rushed desperately out of the tent, and the dust, swept up by the wind, fell directly on my face. I had to cover my face with my hands and try to open my eyes, but could not. So I had to rely on my voice and my sixth sense to find Leon in a dusky dust. "Emily, go back!" I heard Leon shouting at me, and instead of listening to him, I immediately went back to the tent, but followed the direction of the voice in search of him. "Leon, where are you?" I shouted, and the wind immediately blew sand and dust into my mouth. The wind almost knocked me down, and I moved forward bit by bit with my leaning body. Then I saw that several of the soldiers about me had been driven to the ground by the wind, and that iron pots and iron shelves were rolling on the ground. The tent next to it was swaying from side to side, and at any moment it might be swept away by the wind. What had been a howling wind became a hiss, and then a dark figure appeared out of the dim dust. Slowly the shadows spread around,