Night had fallen, and snowflakes drifted sparsely through the sky. The temperature plummeted, yet numerous troops persisted in searching around the white snowfield mountains against the snowstorm. Occasionally, the wolfdogs barked irritably, flashlights swept around, and soldiers occasionally muttered curses under their breath. On this frigid night, everyone's mood became agitated. If not for the upper command's strict orders, no one would want to perform this damn mountain search task.
Wu Jin arrived at the Fourth Squadron command center, calmly observing the scene on a large screen, feeling reassured. Enemy mountain searches indicated Luo Zheng hadn't been found. This was good news. As long as Luo Zheng successfully hid, Wu Jin believed no one would find him. Hong Meihua stood beside him, having realized the same, and her worried heart gradually eased. "Fortunately, Director Wu is calm," she said. "It seems the situation might still turn."
