In front, the forest lay silent as death, but at some point, a small team appeared there. The sun emerged from the horizon, dispelling the night, its warm rays spreading over the canopy, slightly softening the piercing cold. The wind picked up, stirring the snowflakes to dance like elves. Yet, Luo Zheng's mood grew heavy; the sunrise did not bring him any relief as he locked his gaze onto the figures in the dense woods ahead.
The people weren't many, just about ten, scattered in groups of threes and fives, eating something. It seemed chaotic, but upon closer inspection, one could discern they had formed a circular formation. No matter where the attack came from, they could respond promptly. Among them, one carried a sniper rifle on their back.
