The night enveloped the snow-covered terrain, the moonlight like water gently caressing the mountains and forests, the wind softly flowing, sweeping the snow off the treetops and causing it to land with a gentle thud, adding some more sounds to the dead silence of this snowy forest, making it even more frightening under the night sky. On a ridge, Luo Zheng was carrying Lan Xue on his back, walking briskly forward. Even though a fighter jet had blown up the helicopter, they would surely send someone up to check, and they would naturally find out that he wasn't dead. A large military force would come pursuing, and he had no guns or artillery, was alone and weak; how to fight?
