About an hour later, the sky turned pale. Luo Zheng lay in ambush behind a large tree on the slope, raising his head slightly to look at the sky. The rising sun was like a fiery red ball that wasn't blinding, bringing a sense of calm and peace. Luo Zheng took a deep breath, withdrew his gaze, and looked towards the valley ahead. It was quiet, and under the sunlight, it seemed to be draped in a layer of morning glow, extraordinarily beautiful. Birds chirped joyfully in the woods, welcoming another beautiful day.
Luo Zheng's eyes fell on the mountainside ahead, where many traps had already been set up. Looking to both sides, his comrades hid in foxholes behind large trees. The foxholes could cover their bodies while the trees blocked their heads. Shooting from the foxholes behind the trees gave them the advantage of height. Each person had no fewer than ten such foxholes, which were used during RPG attacks.
