The next morning, a rainstorm descended from the sky, large raindrops fell, pattering loudly, and the entire world seemed to be filled with rain, a gray blur. On a hill on the undulating mountains, a few people stood still, raising their sniper scopes to observe forward, trying to find something, each wearing a camouflage suit, looking like a clump of human-shaped bushes.
After a while, one of them put down the sniper scope, his rugged face full of camo paint and his sharp eyes standing out in the storm, it was Luo Zheng. The main force had marched quickly through the night, and by dawn had reached a dense forest ten kilometers from the airport. Considering that a large group could easily raise suspicion, Luo Zheng had the main force hide in the forest and brought a few officers to this mountain ridge to check on enemy movements.
