The moonlight was like water, gently spilling over the Mountain Ridge, the vast earth silent, yet a broad valley was flickering with lights, patrol teams scouting around noisily. The scent of blood filled the air above the valley, accompanied by a wave of sorrow, especially in the tent area where the groans and despair of wounded soldiers were heartbreaking. In this place lacking dical supplies, failing to treat wounds promptly ant disability or death.
A larger tent flap was lifted, and a doctor in a white coat ca out, followed by a relatively slender female doctor, also wearing a white coat and mask. Both carried dical kits in their hands and proceeded under the indication of over a dozen ard guards.
Not far away, in an inconspicuous spot, Luo Zheng and Ghost Hand watched this scene calmly, gradually following along. Ghost Hand's eyes were fixed on the slender female doctor, feeling sowhat agitated. Luo Zheng hurriedly patted Ghost Hand's shoulder, Ghost Hand reacted, gratefully nodded, and the two lowered their heads, slowly moving forward, blending in with similarly dressed wounded soldiers, and nobody doubted them.
After walking a short distance, the ard guards escorted the two doctors to a tent, signaling them to enter, while the guards discreetly spread out to protect the tent, prohibiting anyone from approaching. Luo Zheng suspiciously stopped Ghost Hand, the two retreated to an unobtrusive spot to observe.
The ard guards didn't leave, and the doctors inside the tent hadn't erged. Luo Zheng looked at Ghost Hand with curiosity. Ghost Hand thought for a mont and whispered, "Maybe they are being allowed to rest; they've already been working for six hours, haven't they? In a couple of hours, it will be dawn; nobody's body can handle this."
"Makes sense, to prevent others from disturbing them, guards were arranged. But, we are hindered from acting." Luo Zheng grumbled in a low voice.
"Do you have any plans?" Ghost Hand whispered.
Luo Zheng didn't imdiately answer Ghost Hand's question; instead, he looked around cautiously, his sharp eyes sparkled with wisdom, then said after a mont, "Only one way, split up. I'll take them out, then cause a major commotion to draw them back along the trail, you act afterward, leading people in the opposite direction."
"That's too dangerous for you." Ghost Hand urgently replied.
"Stop the nonsense, no ti for chatter, rember to change their clothes; white coats stand out. Don't worry about , we'll contact later." Luo Zheng seriously instructed.
"Alright, as you say, be careful, live well; otherwise, my brother won't have peace in his lifeti." Ghost Hand knew Luo Zheng was doing this for his own good, and it was the only way currently. Ghost Hand couldn't help but thankfully whisper back.
"Stop the chatter." Luo Zheng said softly, his cold eyes darting around, suddenly coming up with a plan, and seriously said: "Let's act, you circle behind them, I'll go grab a gun first." Saying this, he walked forward.
"Take care." Ghost Hand gratefully watched Luo Zheng rush off, secretly said, biting his lip, turned and circled around.
Luo Zheng quickly approached two ard personnel sitting on the ground, sighing. The two only glanced at Luo Zheng without care, continuing their conversation. Luo Zheng lunged forward like an arrow in a surprise attack, slicing one person's throat from behind. As the other opened his mouth to shout, Luo Zheng forcefully kicked off, his body shot past, his military knife eerily spun, reversing grip, accurately stabbing into the target's throat.
The blade piercing the throat, the target couldn't utter a sound. Luo Zheng released his knife, locked the opponent's head, twisted and snapped his neck, smoothly pulled out his knife, crouched down vigilantly observing the surroundings, noticing soone in the distance witnessing this scene in horror, completely stunned.
In a crisis, Luo Zheng didn't have ti to consider; he grabbed a rifle and sprang up to sprint, raising his gun swiftly onto his shoulder amidst his run, point shooting at the ard personnel guarding the camp, skyrocketing the murderous aura.
Bang, bang, bang! Bullets roared out of the muzzle, knocking the target to the ground, simultaneously causing many around to scream in shock. Luo Zheng's cold gaze brimd with murderous aura, continuing his point shooting, promptly taking out five or six guards. Seeing other guards take cover, he turned and ran.
During his run, Luo Zheng tossed a torch tied to the camp into the camp, imdiately igniting the tent. Luo Zheng continued running, persistently throwing torches into tents, drawing wide attention from those around; everybody was unsure of what was happening, mistakenly thinking so severely injured person had emotionally lost control, acting rashly, not opening fire instantly but rushing up to stop him.
Bang, bang, bang! Luo Zheng swept through those rushing up, continuing to run, setting fires all over, shooting recklessly to create panic. Those around were utterly clueless about what was happening, descending into chaos. Many people ran out from the tents, the whole area was full of people; Luo Zheng's outfit matched everyone else, making identification difficult, leaving all puzzled over what just occurred.
Luo Zheng continued running, grabbed a torch and tossed it into a tent, seeing people, he raised his hand, unleashing a sweeping gunfire. When bullets ran out, he grabbed others' weapons, constantly generating chaos. Stray bullets frightened those around, they shrank into tents, unwilling to co out. Those who erged didn't know who was the enemy, so they fired at anyone suspicious.
This led the situation to beco even more chaotic; mutual distrust brewed. The anger from being wounded erupted at this mont, many furiously fired on those nearby, venting their emotions, utterly losing control.
Luo Zheng viewed the scene, delighted, quickly hunching and hiding under a tent. Tents were densely packed at person-height and dispersed unevenly. The enemy noticed Luo Zheng suddenly disappeared, uncertain where to search, had to split up. At this mont, Luo Zheng hunched forward quickly, sprinting out of the search range.
Many tents were ablaze, the fire gradually intensified, the scene was in turmoil. Everybody knew soone had infiltrated but didn't know where or who it was. This heightened their panic, and suspicion toward those around them, they guarded against each other. Fire fighting was forgotten, with this impact, the fire blazed ferociously, more tents caught, spreading, igniting rapidly. These tents made of sheepskin burned easily, the blaze was ferocious. By the ti officers erged to command, it was an inferno, impossible to extinguish.
Luo Zheng seized the chaos to run far, slowing down in an uncrowded spot, noticed no one around suspected his identity, ceased hiding, blended into the crowd calmly. Watching the blaze direction covertly, he prayed silently, hoping Ghost Hand would manage to rescue soone.
"Ti to consider retreating." Luo Zheng thought silently as he scanned the crowd.
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