In the vast wilderness, clouds drifted lazily across the sky and a gentle breeze was intoxicating, yet the intense gunfire from the valley was shocking, adding a eerily deadly atmosphere to this ancient and peaceful wasteland. Crouched on a bare hillside, Luo Zheng lay in ambush, wearing a grey-brown camouflage suit, his body curled up as if he melded with the surrounding environment. Had it not been for the occasional blink of his eyes, who would have guessed a person was lying in wait here?
As time slowly passed, Luo Zheng began to admire the enemy across from him. There had been no movement for such a long time; were they waiting for comrades to come to their rescue? Their endurance and patience were awe-inspiring. Facing such a formidable opponent, Luo Zheng's determination to eliminate the adversary only grew stronger. If he were to let the tiger return to the mountain, who knew when it might turn back to bite?
