Opportunity only presents itself to the prepared, and the battlefield is no exception.
Under the night sky, Luo Zheng's stern gaze fixed on the front gate of the compound, glowing like stars in the winter sky, their brilliance undiminished. The chilly night breeze carried with it a strong scent of blood that was unsettling. Presently, groups of armed men approached from the back entrance, entering through the front gate along the side walls. Luo Zheng, seizing the moment, quickly made a detour around the other side of the compound.
Minutes later, Luo Zheng arrived at an alleyway and concealed himself in a dark corner, leaning against an earthen wall. Soon afterward, two injured armed men came by. Luo Zheng glanced further away—intense fighting continued there, with explosions, gunfire, and battle cries merging into a cacophony. The outcome was uncertain, and time was not on his side, he had to hurry and rescue the farmer.
