The cold wind howled, the snow-capped mountains undulated, a vast expanse of white, as if only white existed between heaven and earth, with no sign of life, desolate, expansive, silent. Only a single team was charging forward, howling like wolves on a hunt, aggressive in their stance.
On a mountain ridge, Luo Zheng calmly watched the advancing enemy, locking onto a target with the rank of Major. His face was as solemn as snow, eyes fixated in the sniper scope, feeling the wind speed, air humidity, and distance around him. After determining the sniper position, he did not hesitate to slowly and forcefully pull the trigger, which helped avoid force deviation moving the gun and affecting accuracy.
