The last glimmer of twilight faded away, and the sky gradually turned dark. The cold wind howled over the mountaintop, causing the forest to rustle. Apart from this, no other sound could be heard. After brief exchanges, everyone went into hiding, listening intently, eyes fixed on Luo Zheng, awaiting orders. Hong Meihua and Lan Xue stood to the left and right of Luo Zheng, quietly observing the valley direction, with eyebrows furrowed, pondering something.
Luo Zheng took a deep breath, as if he'd made some decision, and pointed toward a mountain hollow on one side, saying, "As long as we fire here, the enemy will definitely climb up from that hollow. With Lan Xing disrupting nearby surveillance, our deployment won't be exposed, Ghost Hand."
"Present!" Ghost Hand quickly jogged two steps forward, shouting with fervor.
"Take your people to lay mines; use them all and ambush on the left side of the hollow," Luo Zheng advised seriously.
