If it was not for Flossie Wright leading the way, they might have even ended up lost.
Pushing aside the last layer of bushes obstructing their view, the previous campsite finally appeared in front of them again.
But this time, what came into view was no longer a busy, orderly campsite in the heavy rain. Instead, it was a scene of utter destruction, with tents blasted to bits everywhere, broken tree branches, and already decayed land appearing even more bleak. The taste of gunpowder lingered in the air from its continual bombardment. A group of "dead" red-team rookies grouped together, in only their raincoats under the heavy rain, sitting on the grassland. They started to yell and roar angrily, hurling insults and accusations at the passing blue team soldiers. However, the blue team soldiers, now accustomed to these events, didn't even spare them a glance, treating them as if they were thin air while going about their own business.
