Li Yu took off his helmet. With the temperature rising, wearing a sealed helmet was quite stuffy.
But he had to be careful. The enemy had guns, and if he wasn't careful and got shot in the head, it would be over for him.
After setting the helmet down, he fished around in his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, shaking one out.
He patted his pockets left and right, didn't find a lighter, so he lit it on a burning tree.
He took a deep drag, exhaling a satisfied smoke ring.
With a rifle slung across his back, a helmet cradled in his left arm, and a cigarette in his right hand, he walked through the orchard.
Dozens of cars with all their lights on illuminated the orchard.
Li Yu wasn't worried. Whether it was Third Uncle or Ju Tianrui, or even Luo and Old Bi, they all had the ability to lead and manage independently.
He was confident in leaving the defensive setup to them.
