On the high mountain ridge, a cold wind howled, passing through the honeycombed cliffs as if the devil was moaning, making one's heart race. The barren mountain ridge offered no cover. Luo Zheng signaled everyone to stop, staring hard at the enemies on the hillside ahead. Listening to Lan Xing's urgent voice over the earpiece, "I can't understand it, hold on, Sister Hong Meihua is coming, I'll ask her."
Soon, the earpiece relayed the fast conversation between Lan Xing and Hong Meihua. The enemies' shouts were transmitted through the earpiece to Lan Xing, who filtered out the noise using software and released the original audio clearly. After listening for a while, Hong Meihua said, "It's the local dialect, I can only understand roughly. It seems they're asking about your identity, not allowing you to approach. Could it be a forbidden zone?"
