Under the vast night sky, the highland rift region's mounds stood like ancient beasts, quietly watching their surroundings with a mysterious and dangerous aura. In the moonlight, they appeared even more frightening. The area was silent, as if devoid of life, with only an open campsite illuminated, looking so tiny amidst the deep, dark wilderness.
A figure burst out from the woods, crouching low and charging forward like a foraging leopard. Its bent waist waved smoothly with each stride, advancing several hundred ters in a few quick leaps and bounds, stopping behind a slightly raised mound, vigilantly watching the front. Its cold eyes, like starlight high in the sky, shone sharply and brightly, revealing it to be Ghost Hand.
Ghost Hand surveyed the front; everything in the camp was clear. Dim lights flickered, and the enemy's guards seed very lax, as if going through the motions of duty. The people were gathered inside tents, appearing to be gambling. Ghost Hand secretly sighed with relief and stopped running, switching to crawling forward instead.
Crawling on the ground was less likely to expose oneself. Ghost Hand used both hands and feet, moving quickly, utilizing the varying terrain to advance, unknowingly arriving around the campsite, lurking beside a bush. After watching for a while and seeing the enemy still oblivious, Ghost Hand swiftly changed direction, climbing up toward the top of the cave.
The terrain above the cave was about two or three ters higher than the camp. Covered by the night, lying on the ground, it was hard to be discovered. Ghost Hand deftly reached above the cave, following the crevice in the split cave forward. Below, the crevice was a steep, bottomless cliff, pitch black. The cave entrance ahead emitted light, but no people were visible.
Ghost Hand slowly approached the cave entrance, lurking in a relatively lower place, calmly looking toward the cave. The cave was silent, with no one in sight. However, the faint sound of a diesel generator could be heard, indicating that these people had repaired the generator.
After observing for a while and finding no abnormalities, Ghost Hand cautiously continued crawling forward, carefully peeking from above the cave entrance. Originally, there were four sentries at the cave mouth, but now not a single one was in sight. Ghost Hand suspiciously glanced around; shadows moved in the camp, and the patrol was inspecting the surroundings without suspecting him.
The situation was very advantageous to him. Ghost Hand steeled himself, slowly descended, arrived at the cave entrance, and walked about five or six ters inside. After a turn, there was a platform. Past the platform, where the light was, lay the cave entrance. The angle was just right to see inside the cave.
Ghost Hand was surprised to find many wounded inside the cave, appearing severely injured, lying still on beds with no care. This situation puzzled Ghost Hand greatly. Had Hariri abandoned these seriously injured personnel? Thinking it over, he suddenly understood. Without doctors, these people knew nothing about care, let alone treatnt. They could only leave it to fate. If they survived, great; if not, it was fate. In this country, where lives were as cheap as dirt, a few deaths were of no concern, and everyone was accustod to it.
With this realization, Ghost Hand exhaled in relief but cautiously stepped forward to the cave entrance for a closer look, confirming his judgnt before fully easing his mind. He quickly retreated, returning to the top of the cave, lying on the ground, observing the enemy camp.
The enemy camp remained unchanged; the patrol continued their apathetic rounds, and others hid in tents gambling and chatting without any vigilance, which was puzzling. After a mont, Ghost Hand spoke through the earpiece, "Brother, can you hear ?"
"I can, what's the situation?" Luo Zheng's voice crackled in the earpiece.
"About two hundred seriously injured inside the cave, uncared for, and no ard personnel. The total enemy force outside isn't more than two hundred, appearing demoralized and undisciplined," Ghost Hand quickly reported.
"What are you trying to say?" Luo Zheng's puzzled voice resounded in the earpiece.
"I an Hariri has abandoned the wounded inside. The outside garrison is just symbolically stationed here. These people seem defeated or abandoned by Hariri to serve as cannon fodder; if attacked, they could at least serve as a warning," Ghost Hand promptly said.
Luo Zheng listened, not imdiately responding, but contemplating. After a wait, Ghost Hand, still whispering, suggested, "The situation is clear; I think we should attack. In this darkness, a gunshot could send them fleeing. The opportunity is rare. Shall we do it? The three of us are enough, and if this enemy group retaliates crazily, Bar wouldn't escape."
"Makes sense." Luo Zheng, understanding, laughed. If the enemies retaliated madly, they would charge into the forest, forcing Bar to shoot to protect himself, thereby joining their cause. If commanded well, ambushing and eliminating the enemy wasn't impossible.
Thinking of this, Luo Zheng continued, "I have a task for you. Find a way to locate the enemy's communication equipnt to prevent them from contacting the outside. It'd be best if we quietly wiped out this enemy."
"Should we destroy the enemy's lighting?" Ghost Hand inquired further.
"No need, keeping it for our lighting is beneficial. With the enemy in the open, they are sitting ducks; we remain hidden, which works to our advantage. Move imdiately, notify upon completing the task, and don't hesitate to shoot if necessary. Be careful," Luo Zheng quickly advised.
"Understood." Ghost Hand quietly replied, his cold face erupting with endless killing intent. His tiger eyes wide open, taking everything in sight, his gaze full of infinite battle intent. His body crawled forward like a giant serpent, aiming to destroy the enemy's communication equipnt, which first had to be located.
The enemy's communication equipnt was simple, either walkie-talkies or a wireless satellite phone. The likelihood of walkie-talkies was slim due to the distance, making contact impossible. Satellite phones were generally held by officers. Finding an officer was easy; typically, an officer's tent was centrally located and occupied by one person.
Ghost Hand deftly crawled forward so distance, gradually approaching a tent at the camp's outer periter. Inside the tent, soone snored thunderously. The surrounding tents also housed sleeping people or gatherings of gamblers. Ghost Hand silently stayed hidden under a tent, observing for a while. Confirming no issues, he leveraged the shadow from the tent to continue infiltrating, silently, with restrained murderous intent, like a raccoon.
Shortly, Ghost Hand advanced another twenty ters, concealing himself in the tent's shadow, where soone inside was sleeping. A person erged, seemingly for so chore, muttering curses. Ghost Hand quickly lay on the ground, vigilantly observing the surroundings, his eyes narrowing into dangerous slits, consolidating his boundless killing intent.
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