The bright moonlight illuminated the vast snowfield, reflecting white light off the snow-covered ground. The sky was a murky gray, with visibility of about ten meters. There was no wind, and the forest was eerily silent, not even a night bird chirped. Luo Zheng lay in ambush on a hillside, hearing his own heartbeat, as he looked up toward the valley ahead. That was the Snow Bear Base Camp, brightly lit, as if it was daytime, with searchlights sweeping incessantly and patrols constantly patrolling the area.
After two infiltrations, the people at the Snow Bear Base Camp had become even more vigilant. Luo Zheng wasn't sure if he could penetrate it again, but he had to try. He glanced at Shadow, who was making preparations. Mountain Eagle was patting snow onto Shadow, which made Luo Zheng bewildered. What kind of tactic was this?
