The rare tranquility on the battlefield allowed everyone to relax a bit. All of them lay close in the trenches, observing the enemy situation. The enemy's positions were silent, as if everyone had suddenly disappeared, with only the crackling sounds of burning trees above the passage echoing through the air. Black smoke spread, and a gentle breeze blew away the intense scent of blood hanging over the forest, slightly alleviating the oppressive atmosphere.
The sunlight quietly watched over the mountains and forests. The battlefield was silent. Under such brutal combat, not even a single wounded soldier remained. At close-range shooting of one hundred and fifty meters, the survival rate for anyone hit was less than fifty percent. Luo Zheng calmly watched ahead, smelling the scent of blood in the air, his mood heavy. He couldn't understand what the enemy intended to do.
