The morning sun was gentle and warm, silently watching over the eternal snowy fields of the mountains, bringing a hint of warmth to the earth. A gentle breeze swept across the wild, cold enough to bite. Luo Zheng and Lan Xue slid swiftly towards the rising sun, rushing from one hill to another without daring to pause, hastily leaving the scene. Everyone was waiting for the east to make a noise to attract the enemy's attention, but they were not yet in the safe zone. To expose themselves recklessly was a dead end.
Already fatigued, they gritted their teeth and persisted. They had taken off their night vision devices and sped up the journey. The enemy's attention was still on the east, and Shadow was still lurking. They knew clearly that they must run as far as they could before the enemy's attention could be drawn over.
