A few patrol soldiers of the rebel army were chatting nearby, unaware that Xue San was hidden five meters away in the bushes behind them, listening clearly to their conversation.
"This is bad. If the squad comes here, they'll walk right into a trap," Xue San thought with alarm. Now that he knew this secret, he had to find a way to stop his teammates from returning here. However, he himself was struggling to escape, so how could he possibly notify them?
"Alright, let's continue searching. Don't slack off, or if the superiors see us, we won't even get dinner."
"Okay, let's go."
As this group slowly departed, Xue San felt a sigh of relief. They were only two steps away from catching him—an encounter so close it was almost a brush with danger. After a long time, Xue San moved his body; his leg injury seemed even more severe now, making walking difficult.
