On the early morning of the next day, on a mountain ridge in the vast snowy wilderness.
The sun pierces through the cold air, adding a touch of warmth to the ridge. An eagle flies past the opposite cliff, letting out a strange cry that breaks the deathly silence of the snowfield. Snow piles up thickly on the ridge where Luo Zheng and Lan Xue are tightly concealed, observing the situation ahead. After a night of forced march, both are exhausted and sleepy, Lan Xue even more so, almost to the point of collapse. They finally reach this ridge and stop to rest.
To Luo Zheng's surprise, there's a military unit stationed at the valley below the ridge, about a platoon in strength, resting in tents with a dozen people patrolling with German Shepherds. Luo Zheng, bold and skilled, doesn't leave—sotis the most dangerous place is the safest.
After observing for a while, Luo Zheng lowers his voice and tells Lan Xue, "Your body's reached its limit; you can't go any further. This is a good sniper spot. We don't have many sniper bullets left, so save all of them for you. I'll infiltrate up there, and you cover . Let's take out this squad and rest a bit before moving on."
"A platoon has more than thirty people, that's enough for the two of us. Be careful, though. I'm worried a gunshot will attract more enemies, and then we won't be able to escape," Lan Xue warns with so difficulty, feeling an urge to cough but quickly covering her mouth to avoid alerting the enemy below.
"You've reached your limit; don't run anymore. You need warm water to drink and hot food to eat. It's settled then. I'll leave the gear behind and take just a pistol, Tiger Teeth, and Dragon Tooth. It's best to deal with the enemies silently. Give your pistol bullets for backup. I'm afraid they won't be enough," Luo Zheng says, putting down his backpack and sniper rifle, attaching the suppressor to his pistol, and strapping Dragon Tooth on his back.
"Be careful," Lan Xue hands over the last two pistol magazines to Luo Zheng.
"You too, don't shoot unless absolutely necessary. Trust ," Luo Zheng earnestly warns, seeing Lan Xue nod before quickly turning and hustling away, heading down toward the valley along the slope. Without the gear and equipnt, his load suddenly lightens by over twenty kilograms, making his movents more agile.
Soon Luo Zheng reaches the valley, skillfully sneaking as he sees the patrolling group turning away. He dives into the snow, and the white cloak covers him, making him nearly invisible from a short distance. The valley is small, sheltered from the wind, with sparse trees. The enemy's campsite is even more open. Luo Zheng patiently waits until the patrolling team walks to the other side before crawling swiftly on all fours towards the enemy camp.
The enemy's defense isn't tight, perhaps thinking nobody would attack. Soone is tending a campfire and cooking. Using the sparse trees for cover, Luo Zheng skillfully crawls a certain distance, quickly getting up once he's sure he's in the blind spot of the tents and dashes forward toward one of the tents with a makeshift communication antenna, likely the place where the communication officer resides.
Eliminating the communication officer would cut off outside contact. Silently, Luo Zheng crawls to the edge of the tent, lying on the ground, ears sharp, one hand gripping the pistol, the other reverse holding the Tiger Teeth military knife, eyes cold as ice and snow. Once he's sure of not being detected, Luo Zheng uses his military knife to cut open the tent. Upon peeking inside, he sees one person lying there, fast asleep.
Seeing this scene, Luo Zheng is delighted, skillfully slipping through the slit and quickly crawling to the sleeping person, covering the other's mouth, and with a strong swipe of the reverse held Tiger Teeth military knife—slash—a stream of blood spurts out. The man struggles for two brief monts before going still, not even managing a grunt.
The sneak attack succeeded. Luo Zheng quickly surveys the tent and sees three sleeping spots, with only one occupied. At this mont, Luo Zheng suddenly hears footsteps approaching. Startled, he turns his head to see soone entering from outside, seemingly heading towards the tent. Luo Zheng quickly moves to the entrance just as the tent flap lifts.
Luo Zheng's arm moves like lightning, locking the other's neck like a vise. The Tiger Teeth military knife strikes fast as lightning, plunging viciously into the other's temple, twisting hard before pulling it out. The person being ambushed doesn't even grunt before losing all signs of life.
Having succeeded in another sneak attack, Luo Zheng throws the body onto a sleeping spot and swiftly grabs the nearby single soldier radio, wrecking it in a few moves. Just as another person enters, humming an unknown tune, Luo Zheng drops the broken radio and steps forward. The newcor sees the two blood-soaked companions lying on the bed, freezes in horror.
"Swish—!" The Tiger Teeth military knife arcs through the void, creating a dark slash like black lightning across the person's neck. Just as the incoming person is about to react and shout, a deep gash opens up, sucking air in, cutting off any sound.
This person, well-trained, instantly clutches their neck and attempts to run outside. But Luo Zheng won't let him have his way. With a swift move, he grabs the other's collar and throws him onto the bed. The throat cut person can't make a sound, blood gushing out, struggling on the bed before going still.
After killing three people in a row and destroying the single soldier radio, Luo Zheng feels reassured, coming to the entrance to lift the tent flap and look outside. Apart from the patrol team, there's only a group of soldiers at the campfire cooking their al. The others are likely either avoiding the cold or too exhausted to stay in their tents.
Luo Zheng quickly scans the surroundings, soon noticing a tent that's a bit different and smaller, likely used by the commanding officer, he deduces, his expression hardening. He quickly retreats inside the tent, removing his cloak and combat uniform, donning the enemy's combat attire and helt, disguising himself as one of them before heading back out, moving towards the smaller tent with his head down.
A while later, Luo Zheng reaches the side of the tent. Seeing the campfire going on and the patrol continuing, with no attention on him, he feels joy and is about to lift the tent flap to strike when he notices soone erging, head bowed and bent. Startled, Luo Zheng's military knife quickly flips to a forward grip, slashed towards the person's neck with swift precision.
The person, head lowered and completely unguarded, can't dodge the close-range full-on ambush. The knife slices easily through the neck, creating a large cut, blood spurting out. This person, skilled nonetheless, reflexively covers their neck tightly and tries to open their mouth wide, with an expression full of shock but unable to make a sound. At this mont, Luo Zheng, with a heavy kick, sends the person flying back into the tent.
Having scored another hit, Luo Zheng, with a grim and icy look, surveys his surroundings, with fierce intent in his tiger-like eyes. Finding no anomalies, he swiftly lifts the tent flap, discovering only one person inside, and quickly slips in.
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