Having crossed the small river, about a meter wide, and traversed an open area of around five meters, Luo Zheng calmly waited for a while to ensure he wasn't detected. As his tensed facial expression relaxed into a slight smile, he swiftly took out the three grenades he carried, surveyed the terrain, and quickly picked three spots to hang the grenades on branches as traps. If touched, the grenades would fall and explode. While their usefulness if needed during retreat was uncertain, it was always better to be prepared than not.
After setting everything up, Luo Zheng leaped across the small river in a single bound, hastened a few steps, and approached a house, squatting at the corner of a wall to listen intently. Confirming it was safe, he cautiously climbed up to a window. The window was small and sealed with plastic film instead of glass, a sign of the village's poverty. The film kept out the wind without blocking sunlight, which was quite practical.
