The hazy moonlight spilled over the vast wilderness, and the land was silent except for a valley where lights were on, shadows moving and patrol mbers everywhere, guarding the valley like facing a formidable enemy. There was so noise in the valley, especially in an open area where many wounded soldiers lay inside the tents, and many outside too, painful groans, long sighs, and uninhibited chatter entangled, creating a bustling sound.
The periter of this open area was a barren grassland connecting to the mountain ridge, about thirty ters wide, all dark. A patrol team passed by in less than two minutes, two black shadows crawled up from the ground like two giant pythons, moving swiftly without making a sound, hiding in the shadow of a tent in the blink of an eye.
Nearby, so ard personnel gathered in a chat, occasionally letting out strange laughter, cigarettes flickering light and dark between lips, so wounded also joined in, no one noticed the black shadows lurking in the tent's shadow, after a while, a black shadow slowly poked out to observe the surrounding, bright eyes remarkably clear in the night, it was Luo Zheng who crept up.
Seeing that the surrounding enemies felt nothing suspicious, Luo Zheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, imdiately receded, drawing a military knife. For ease, they had hidden their weapons in so bushes along the route, bringing only military knives for self-defense. Ghost Hand lurking nearby also drew his military knife, Luo Zheng perked up his ears to listen for a while, feeling soone inside the tent was asleep, signaling Ghost Hand who nodded in understanding.
The two carefully lifted the tent to peek inside, finding four people lying there, all heavily wounded and asleep. Luo Zheng was delighted, swiftly giving Ghost Hand a silent combat signal, Ghost Hand nodded, the duo cautiously lifted the tent a bit more, crawling in through the opening.
Outside, people never imagined soone would infiltrate and act right under their noses, the people inside the tent were indeed fast asleep, barely noticing the faintest sounds. Luo Zheng and Ghost Hand smoothly crawled in, Luo Zheng gestured a one-person-two-target signal, Ghost Hand nodded, the two imdiately began to act.
Standing easily exposed, the duo opted to crawl near the targets, covering one target with a big hand, the sharp military knife forcefully slashing the neck, then pulling swiftly, a blood spray shot out, the target just jerked his legs twice symbolically before becoming motionless. After eliminating one, the pair successfully disposed of another target in the sa manner without making any sound from start to finish.
Clear on the targets, Luo Zheng and Ghost Hand tacitly each chose a target, taking off the bandages and clothes from them to wear, wrapping the bandages around their heads, exposing only one eye, saring a fair amount of the enemy's blood on their heads and bodies to make it realistic.
Having done everything, the two still did not get up, continuing to crawl out, lifting the bottom of the tent to exit. Luo Zheng observed the surroundings for a bit, just in ti to see a patrol team coming, flashing their flashlights everywhere, he couldn't help but panic, quickly scuttling back with Ghost Hand, hiding inside the tent once more.
This patrol team greeted the nearby tent people, occasionally laughed a few tis, chatted for a bit before walking away, Luo Zheng and Ghost Hand stayed tightly huddled inside the tent, not moving, perked their ears up, finally exhaling deeply once the patrol team was far, lifting the bottom of the tent to crawl out.
Maybe it was because the patrol team just passed by, the surrounding ard personnel remained entirely unguarded, still chatting without a care, occasionally bursting into loud laughter, Luo Zheng could not understand a word and didn't bother to listen, swiftly signaling Ghost Hand, the pair crawled through the tent's shadow again.
After crawling a few ters, nobody around, the pair got up cautiously, the tent shielding their motions, Luo Zheng cautiously checked the surroundings, exchanged glances with Ghost Hand, Ghost Hand nodded in understanding, the duo lowered their heads, heading towards the center of the camp.
A few ters ahead, a dozen people gathered chatting, smoking, just casually glanced at the two without concern, continuing their conversation, Luo Zheng and Ghost Hand were all bandaged, heads covered in bloodstains, clothes similar to others, appearing indistinguishable from heavily wounded personnel, faces wrapped with bandages, utterly unrecognizable.
Luo Zheng saw the surrounding enemies relaxed, perhaps never considered soone infiltrating them, secretly sighing in relief, gestured stealthily to Ghost Hand, the pair lowering their heads, progressing quietly, not quick to avoid suspicion. A burly bearded man approached, with two people behind, seeming to be a leader.
This bearded man stood in front of Luo Zheng, pointing and babbling sothing incomprehensible, Luo Zheng was greatly startled, kept his head down daring not to et his gaze, taking a deep breath to forcibly calm himself, hearing the man impatiently babbling, a sudden idea, he made so indistinct noises, like unable to speak easily.
The bearded man patted Luo Zheng on the shoulder, babbled a few sentences, Luo Zheng feigned a humble deanor, nodding quickly, perhaps liking the respect shown by Luo Zheng, signaling him to proceed, laughing loudly moving toward others, the crowd also laughed heartily.
Luo Zheng did not understand a word but guessed it couldn't be good, but for the rescue, he tolerated it, swiftly moving forward, Ghost Hand followed closely behind, after walking ten ters, stopped at a deserted spot to observe, the defense was tight outside, loose inside, mainly wounded soldiers, so sitting sighing, others gathering in threes or fives smoking and chatting, not a soul questioned Luo Zheng and Ghost Hand.
"Over there." Luo Zheng whispered.
Ghost Hand nodded understandingly, the duo heading towards a large tent, the continuous battles made the Harriri Tribe suffer terrible losses, many leaders wounded, leaders naturally enjoyed better treatnt, dedicated people guarding records, slightly more advanced leaders received dical attention, having additional protection, often having personal tents.
Yu Xin was a doctor, naturally assigned to these leader records, making it easier, the duo in wounded attire, disregarded, boldly forging ahead, unknowingly arriving near one tent, observed for a while, found another larger tent not far overflowing with guards, illuminated inside, seeming quite busy with activities.
Luo Zheng's eyes lit up, swiftly exchanged glances with Ghost Hand, Ghost Hand nodded knowingly, the duo calmly advancing, gradually approaching this tent, stopping at an inconspicuous spot, guards surrounded the tent, rushing in recklessly would expose them, waiting for an opportunity.
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