11:50 PM, 2.5 kilometers northwest of Gaotian Smeltery.
"Hey, can you see where the Russians are?" Zhang Zhiyuan crouched in the bushes, peering towards the direction of the railway tracks.
"Can't see. This fog is just too dense," Zhou Zhi turned to look at Qianyuan Mingzi, "What about you?"
She didn't respond, simply shaking her head.
The trouble in the Misty Zone was beyond their expectations; even with the special lanterns they had exchanged for, they could only disperse the fog within a ten-meter radius around them, but visibility still did not exceed twenty meters, almost the same as the clumps of fog in the mountains.
The ambush location Zhang Zhiyuan fancied was a small depression. To ensure the track was level, the railway needed to cross over a small wooden bridge. The bridge was not high, only about two meters, and its wooden structure meant it was more likely to become unstable.
