The scorching sunlight baked the forest, and the air was somewhat stuffy and humid. A gentle breeze blew by, carrying a stench of decaying corpses that was unbearable. Luo Zheng looked up at the sky, quickly drawn to a few birds frolicking carelessly on a canopy of a big tree—no disputes, no troubles, free and unfettered. If only humans could be like that.
As he was pondering this, he suddenly saw a snake slowly climbing up, about two meters away from the small birds. It crawled stealthily and cautiously, but the birds were still alerted, screeched a few times, and fluttered away. Luo Zheng was momentarily stunned, then smiled bitterly. He felt a little melancholic; nature's law of survival of the fittest was the same for humans. Without competition, there would be no development. He was just a soldier, and doing his duty was enough. Why think so much? It's just adding unnecessary trouble.
